Chapter 63 Chapter 63 I have never heard of His Highness being in that situation...

As a male imperial physician, Xiao Ming naturally understood the seriousness of the situation.

"Could you describe it in more detail, young lady?" His expression was slightly stern. "There are many conditions that can lead to hidden illnesses, and each requires a specific remedy. If it's too vague, it can easily lead to misdiagnosis."

"He's not very old." Bie Zhi raised her eyelids and glanced at the imperial physician who was writing down his notes. She was silent for a moment. "Around twenty-six years old, he's still unmarried. Not to mention concubines, he doesn't even have any close women. I don't see him having any desire for such a thing."

Xiao Ming wrote down the medical record with great enthusiasm. The more he wrote, the more he felt something was wrong. Why did he feel that the other person's situation seemed a little familiar?

He raised his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the young woman, whose face was gradually showing worry. A figure flashed through his mind, and suddenly, Xiao Ming's brush froze for a moment, following the ink droplets dripping from his bold brush onto the book. After a moment's hesitation, he cautiously asked, "Do I know your friend?" "

No," Biezhi replied swiftly, then nodded heavily, stating with absolute certainty, "Your Excellency absolutely does not know him."

She still had to protect Fu Huaiqing's pride on such a secret matter.

Seeing this, Xiao Ming fell silent.

He picked up his pen again, "Go on, young lady."

"I'm not the only one with suspicions; everyone else has concerns. If one person has suspicions, they might be mistaken. If everyone has them, then my friend must be suffering from some underlying illness." Biezhi added, fearing that he would feel his own thoughts were insufficient to prove his conclusion.

"How could such a thing happen to such a beautiful face?" Fu Huaiqing's elegant and handsome features flashed before her eyes, and she sighed with regret. "Besides, this matter couldn't be made public. My friend refused to seek medical treatment, so it's been delayed until now."

"Young lady," Xiao Ming wrote down, then asked, "How many people are suspicious?"

This question struck Biezhi as a clue.

The rumor had spread far and wide, but it was hard to pinpoint the exact number. After thinking carefully, she said, "At least a hundred." "

…" Xiao Ming paused his pen again, his eyes filled with astonishment. "So many?"

Biezhi felt that she still counted too few. After all, there were only about a hundred people in Xianyun Tower, and they had all heard about it. Not to mention the people in the martial arts world, who couldn't even count the number. Moreover

, she hadn't even counted those who suspected Prince Su of having a hidden illness.

As they stared at each other for a moment, the regret in the girl's eyes grew more evident. Xiao Ming couldn't help but ask, "With so many people knowing, it doesn't seem to be a secret after all."

Hearing this, Biezhi fell silent.

It's not considered secretive, but the person involved won't admit it!

Fu Huaiqing refused to admit it, and it was not easy to drag him in for consultation.

"I still have to protect the self-esteem of my good friend." She said seriously.

Xiao Ming understood, and it was true.

Most men in the world would not admit that they were not capable.

Before prescribing the prescription, he asked: "There are gentle methods and there are methods that work immediately. Which one do you want, girl?"

"It can work immediately?" Biezhi was surprised, "There is such a miracle drug?"

"It's not really a miracle drug." Xiao Ming picked up the pen and wrote three big words, saying: "It's just a one-time effect. If used too frequently, it will lose its effect later."

In an instant, Biezhi understood.

She curled her lips, still hoping Fu Huaiqing could be cured. "Let's take our time."

Xiao Ming agreed. "After all, it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. A complete cure will still take quite some time." He wrote down a prescription and prescribed a tonic as he spoke, instructing, "This must be taken for a full ten courses, supplemented with tonics if necessary. If he still can't be cured after ten courses, you must find a way to bring him here to see me."

Biezhi nodded, took the prescription, and handed it to the slightly hesitant Hua Chao. She thanked Xiao Ming again and stood to see him off from Qinghe Courtyard.

At the gate of Qinghe Courtyard, Xiao Ming thanked her for the farewell. Before leaving, he hesitated, turning back to confirm, "I really don't know the friend you're referring to, do you?"

Biezhi hadn't expected his perceptiveness; she almost asked if she was referring to Fu Huaiqing.

But this proved it all the more.

Fu Huaiqing did indeed have a hidden illness!

Otherwise, why would Xiao Ming have doubts from time to time.

Although facts speak louder than words, Biezhi still decided to maintain his self-esteem and nodded: "You really don't know him."

Hearing this, Xiao Ming looked at her for a while and nodded.

He has been in the Imperial Medical Bureau for nearly twenty years, and he has not heard of any hidden illness of His Royal Highness Prince Su, and there has been no abnormality in the past diagnoses.

Xiao Ming walked a few steps outside, and couldn't help but turned back, calling out to the girl who was about to leave. He walked over quickly, tried to lower his voice, and said: "Miss, I have never heard that His Royal Highness has any hidden illness in that area."

Biezhi: "..."

She blinked, feeling guilty in her heart, but said righteously on her face: "It's a friend of mine, definitely not him!"

The voice that tried to dispel the doubt slowly echoed above Qinghe Courtyard. Xiao Ming, who was carrying the medicine box, was silent for a moment, "That's good." After

seeing Xiao Ming off, Biezhi breathed a sigh of relief.

She glanced at Hua Chao, who also looked a little strange, and asked, "Is it obvious?"

Hua Chao, who finally got the chance to speak, nodded repeatedly, "Very obvious."

Bie Zhi fell silent again.

Never mind!

She was helping him, not harming him!

"If you don't say it and I don't say it, no one will know."

Hua Chao hesitated, "Then this medicine..."

"Boil it and send it over, quietly, don't let the news leak out." Bie Zhi quickly glanced at the prescription. It was full of top-quality tonics, with words like deer antler, bull whip, etc. everywhere. She didn't expect Xiao Ming to use such a strong drug. She folded the prescription and said, "Just tell them it's an ordinary tonic."

As soon as the voice fell, she caught a glimpse of Fu Shuning walking towards Qingheyuan. Bie Zhi neatly stuffed the prescription into Hua Chao's hand and motioned her to keep it.

Fu Shuning watched the two of them from afar, a hint of confusion in her eyes. But before she could ask, Bie Zhi bowed and hurried forward, intervening. "I happened to see Lord Xiao leaving when I arrived. Are you feeling unwell?"

"I have an old wound on my hand. Lord Xiao came to see how it's healing." Bie Zhi ignored the rest of the story, her gaze vaguely glancing past the girl's figure. There was no one else besides her.

Fu Shuning followed her gaze, suddenly understanding, her lips curled. "My brother was about to leave the palace when the Minister of Rites requested an audience, so I came here alone."

Tomorrow was the day the Prince and Princess of Xilan would be in the palace for an audience. The Minister of Rites must have something important to discuss. Bie Zhi's eyes froze for a moment, then she looked away thoughtfully.

It seemed the medicine would have to wait until Fu Huaiqing returned to boil.

Otherwise, it would be almost cold by the time he returned, and it would lose its effectiveness, which would be bad.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Fu Shuning's thoughtful gaze, which seemed to be looking at her with a half-smile, as if he was looking through her.

After their eyes met for a moment, Fu Shuning slowly realized that her gaze was too direct. Coming back to her senses, she said, "I've been too busy since I came back a few days ago. Today is a good opportunity, so I wanted to come and meet my sister."

Biezhi understood. The sun was scorching in the courtyard, and the air was extremely hot. She asked her if she wanted to go back to the bedroom with her to sit down and chat. Fu Shuning happily agreed.

Fu Shuning walked back beside the girl, her eyes occasionally turning to the side. When she returned that day, she thought about it for a long time, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that her idea was right.

In the near future, Biezhi would surely become her solid backer.

Her brother's indifferent, lifelike nature was evident, his daily focus absorbed in court affairs. During his five years in power, anyone who caught his eye was either a court official who had committed a crime or one who had achieved merit. Someone who could draw his attention away from government affairs was certainly not someone dull.

Seeing the illustrated novels spread out on the desk in her bedroom, Fu Shuning felt that she was still a little immature. It was

the first time she had ever seen such a vast collection of books, piled high like a mountain.

While Biezhi was washing her hands, Fu Shuning flipped through the titles on the desk. Ten out of ten were books she had read herself, stories of women rejected by men and their desperate attempts to escape.

Recalling her own return to the capital, she could roughly guess what Biezhi was thinking when she read these books.

Fu Shuning's eyes flickered beneath her fluttering lashes, and she glanced sideways at the girl's back as she bent over to wash her hands. She hesitated for a moment, unsure where to begin.

"He won't,"

Fu Shuning said as the girl turned around after a long silence.

Biezhi, wiping the water stains with a dry handkerchief, paused for a moment. The doubt in her eyes cleared as she followed Fu Shuning's gaze to the open novel.

As if worried she wouldn't believe him, she added, "Brother is different from the men in the novels."

Fu Shuning's eyes were sincere, pure as a dry, clear spring, without a trace of turbidity. Biezhi, stunned for a moment, finally came to her senses and said subconsciously, "I don't think the prince is like them."

If Fu Huaiqing were truly like them, she would never set foot in Prince Su's mansion again, even if she were hunted to the ends of the earth.

Fu Shuning breathed a sigh of relief.

However, hearing her address, he felt a little unfamiliar.

However, Fu Shuning didn't dwell on it. He patted the chair beside him, his eyes bright and clear as he waited for her.

The girl's mood was up and down, and even Biezhi could hardly keep up with her emotions.

As soon as she sat down, she heard Fu Shuning asking about the scene when she found out that Ji Ran was Fu Huaiqing in disguise, "Are you scared?" After thinking about

it, Biezhi nodded.

Recalling the scene of that night, she still couldn't help shuddering, "I just felt that my life was over, I was afraid that I would die on the spot."

At the beginning, Biezhi really thought that Fu Huaiqing brought her back to bring her back for punishment.

She was ready to die, but she never thought that she would not die, and things would go in a direction she could never have imagined.

Thinking of this, Biezhi raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Your Highness Prince Su," she looked at Fu Shuning, whose eyes were full of joy, "Will he bring up old scores?"

"Yes." Fu Shuning nodded without hesitation. She was very experienced in this area. After a pause, she added, "He won't settle everything with you all at once, but he will use other things to remind you from time to time."

Bie Zhi: "..."

Men are troublesome, and men who bring up old scores are even more troublesome.