The Great Tang: World Martial God

At the moment when Princess Chang Le came to the end, Tang Hao embraced Princess Chang Le and placed it in his arms.

I saw Princess Changle frowning her eyebrows tightly, her beautiful eyes closed, and a touch of pain appeared on her jade-like skin.

"His Royal Highness fainted."

"Hurry up and report to your mother and your majesty."

"Hurry up and call a doctor."

Following the exclamation of the two palace ladies in the palace, several palace ladies outside the house one after another split up, and for a while, Changning Palace became a mess.

Tang Hao placed Princess Changle in the bedroom next door, and there were two maids taking care of her. Considering that the bedroom was a private space, he waited in the side hall.

Soon, Empress Changsun and King Tang hurriedly arrived, and the first Sun Simiao of the Tai Hospital who accompanied them was also among them.

It was difficult for Tang Hao to go in for a while to check his condition. Once he left, it was absolutely impossible, and he could only wait for the doctor's diagnosis.

Not long after, Empress Changsun came out with a sad look.

Tang Hao stepped forward and asked.

"Niang, the underside of the princess hall is pale, seemingly weak, with a lack of energy and blood, but this has happened before?"

Empress Changsun sighed and said.

"Hey! This qi depression is a chronic illness for many years."

As she spoke, Empress Changsun's phoenix eyes were reddish, recalled.

"When children were young, they weren't as lively as children of the same age. They played with friends. They often shut themselves in the hut. They didn't think about eating and drinking, didn't like talking to others, and gradually became a little depressed."

"Doctor Sun has been treating Zhi'er and drank a lot of decoctions, which is considered cured. But this made Zhi'er even more tired of meals and his appetite was greatly reduced. He just drank some gruel all day long. Hey! In the past three years, Zhi'er has been cured. My child faints frequently, so how can this be good?"

Hearing this, Tang Hao understood that it turned out that the Changle princess fainted repeatedly because of lack of food and insufficient blood supply over time.

"It should be caused by anemia!"

Tang Hao bears the inheritance of Hua Tuo, and naturally understands the causes of these diseases, and he speaks clearly.

A hint of surprise flashed across the sad face of Queen Changsun.

"Master Tang also knows medical skills?"

Tang Hao said lightly: "It's just a little bit."

During the conversation, Sun Simiao and Tang Wang filed out.

Empress Changsun stepped forward and asked impatiently.

"Doctor Sun, how is Zhier's condition?"

Sun Simiao gave his hand, and his words were full of helplessness and worry.

"Return to the mother, this princess Changle just drank gruel and recovered a little bit, and she can eat some meat porridge later, but this princess has been sick for a long time, I'm afraid this body will become weaker and weaker..."

Having said that, Sun Simiao shook his head repeatedly.

Empress Changsun felt even more anxious when she saw this, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, and her voice was a little choked.

"This... how can this be good?"

Thinking of Princess Changle's illness, Wang Wang beside him couldn't help but turn his anger on Sun Simiao.

"Doctor Sun, you pretended to be the king of medicine! Are you dissatisfied with my forcibly summoning the palace, and negligent? Are you not afraid that I will punish you?"

As soon as the power of the sky appeared, everyone shuddered in terror, and they all shuddered.

Rao is the king of medicine, the newly added Sun Simiao also sweated on his forehead for a while, and dared not look at King Tang again.

He didn't want to end up with Hua Tuo, Sun Simiao trembled.

"Your Majesty calms down your anger. Although the old man is accustomed to the days of idle clouds and wild cranes, she has no intention of neglecting. Although the minister has cured her qi depression, the root of the disease is still on Princess Changle. She has very little food, and she has anemia. The root cause of..."

King Tang knew that Sun Simiao was telling the truth, and he stopped talking.

Empress Changsun choked up and said, "Doctor Sun, is there no other way?"

Sun Simiao was sincere and frightened, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, said.

"Think about Ronson, think about Ronson..."

For a while, the hall fell into a dead silence.

"Why don't the imperial physician use acupuncture and moxibustion to get through the stagnant qi in the spleen and stomach, so that the functions of the spleen and stomach will gradually recover."

A confident voice came.

Both King Tang and Empress Changsun were shocked, looking at Tang Hao who slowly stood up.

A hint of surprise flashed in Sun Simiao's eyes, but it dissipated in an instant, and there was some regret in his tone.

"It seems that this young man also knows some medical skills, but he specializes in surgery, and the old man has made achievements in pharmacology, but he is not good at acupuncture and moxibustion."

It is the duty of the healer to hang the pot and save the world. Moreover, it is Hua Tuo's long-cherished wish to fight against the disease. How can Hua Tuo's inheritance stand on the sidelines!

What's more, the princess of Changle was kind to herself in the martial arts examination.

Tang Hao stepped forward, bowed his hand and said.

"Your Majesty, can you give it a try?"

The audience was shocked.

"Never, there is no reason to try this when it comes to curing diseases."

Sun Simiao waved his hand again and again.

This medical profession emphasizes hope, smell, question, and cut four things. Even some barefoot doctors in the countryside and people who have a little understanding of the skin after learning these four things have reached the age of no doubt.

The boy in front of him is only in his twenties. How could he be so young and proficient in these four things?

What's more, the condition of Princess Changle is a long-standing backlog, which can be called a chronic illness.

"Tang Hao, do you know the crime of deceiving the emperor?"

Wang Wang asked sharply, obviously not believing Tang Hao either.

This Tang Hao is proficient in all calligraphy and poems, has outstanding literary talent, and has shown his skills in the martial arts arena.

Although it is a young person who has such an achievement, it is really impressive, but how can an ordinary person be so brilliant?

What's more, at this time, the medicine sage is helpless, how can he be able to cure it?

Tang Hao was neither humble nor overbearing, standing calmly on the hall.

"It just so happens that Caomin knows a little about acupuncture and moxibustion. If your majesty doesn't believe it, you don't need Caomin."

After that, Tang Hao slowly retreated to the side of the hall.

Show a picture of your own choice if you die.

Wang Wang looked at Tang Hao up and down, this talented young man, really knows some medical skills?

Use or not? Hesitated for a while.

Empress Changsun looked at Tang Hao, pulled the corner of King La Tang's clothes, and whispered softly.

"I saw that Tang Hao didn't need to lie, I might as well let him try, maybe there will be a miracle."

King Tang was silent, thinking again and again, and sighed.

"It's up to now, so try, Tang Hao, you go."