The third prince thought about it and probably what Dr. Ming mentioned was the "gynecology" of "Qianjin Department". Male doctors really rarely study this, and there are not many imperial doctors who are good at Qianjin Department of Imperial Hospital.

When Concubine Wu heard what Dr. Ming said, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was still very clear about the situation in her stomach. The child would occasionally move before, but recently, there was no movement at all.

"Your Majesty, don't worry too much. I think the pregnancy-preserving medicine that Dr. Zhang recently prescribed is very good." Concubine Wu stroked her stomach.

"Well." The third prince bought a bunch of plasters to promote blood circulation and relieve pain under the recommendation of Shen Cong, and was ready to use it when the legs hurt when they were cold.

The third prince and Concubine Wu walked out of the medicine hall with their own thoughts. Mingruo could only wave goodbye to the "big deal" in his heart. This deal was too troublesome and she didn't want to get involved.

Mingruo looked at the streets outside that were sunburned by the sun. It was so hard for her boyfriend to climb mountains on such a hot day.

I stewed chicken soup for him to replenish the chicken for dinner. I can tear the chicken into pieces and make chicken shredded noodles, perfect!

After lunch, Mingruo did not go to the pharmacy to take the clinic. When the Eighth Princess came to see the clinic, Mingruo was leisurely eating iced fruits, while A Yuan was still helping with the fan.

Mingruo thought the couple was just as annoying and had to disturb her rest. But because the Eighth Princess was a "big customer", she went to see the doctor actively.

The Eighth Princess's appearance seemed to be a little more haggard than when she saw it last time. Although the sequelae of beauty cream was controlled, the modified version of "Dream for Years" was still conscientiously deteriorating her face.

The Eighth Princess' attitude of seeking medical treatment this time was very respectful, and she was completely no longer as arrogant as before. Ming Ruo was considering whether to charge one or more than one hundred and eight hundred thousand taels to clear the poison of the beauty cream, leaving only "one dream for years" to relieve her boredom.

This time when he returned to Nanrong, Mingruo also figured it out. The mastermind behind the poisoning of the original mother was Empress Bian, and the Eighth Princess's mother could only be considered an accomplice, and the punishment could be reduced appropriately.

Mingruo wrote the prescription while thinking about it and told the Eighth Princess to get a new poison removal ointment in two days.

"Doctor Ming, if the aging caused by this beauty cream is not cured, will the disfigurement speed get faster and faster?" The Eighth Princess spoke quietly.

"Yes." Mingruo nodded with certainty.

"Oh." The Eighth Princess seemed very satisfied with what she heard and quickly changed the topic, "I...I...I know, the prince brought Wu Ji to the clinic today. Dr. Yiming saw that Wu Ji's fetus is a man or a woman."

In the morning, he was only concerned about studying the strange "symptoms" of Concubine Wu, but Mingruo did not pay attention to his gender. After hearing the Eighth Princess asked, Mingruo called out the film he shot in the morning: "It's... a male fetus."

The Eighth Princess's face darkened: "I remember Dr. Ming once said that if Wu Ji used that beauty cream for a long time, even if her child was born, she would have defects."

The Eighth Princess smiled with some expectations and gloating: "Doctor Ming, what's the baby in Wu Ji's belly now?"

"This is the privacy of the patient. I forgive the people for not being able to inform me. I hope Princess Ping will forgive me." Ming Ruo bowed.

"Okay, is that true that Doctor Ming said before 'there are defects'?" The Eighth Princess decided to change her tactful question.

Mingruo almost laughed. She looked so stupid that she couldn't even tell the Eighth Princess's words about her?

Forget it, I sent her early, and I was still busy eating fruits.

The senior brother went to Fengming Mountain to preside over the sacrifice. On the way back, he sent someone to send the autumn peaches there back - the peach fruits are crisp, sweet, tender and juicy.

"Of course it's true." "Flaws" are nothing, and the poor child was "defeated" to death by his mother.

The Eighth Princess was very satisfied with the consultation and was in a good mood. After paying the medical fee and medicine, the Eighth Princess also asked Chunling to take out ten taels of silver and give Nanxing a reward.

The eighth princess's car had already walked away, and Nanxing was still a little stunned. The 'angry' princess actually gave her a reward. Nanxing looked up at the cloudless sky, wondering if it would rain red in a while.

While gnawing peaches, Mingruo planned to visit his senior brother tomorrow to visit his senior brother. He brought the seafood from Nanrong with him; he made a few snacks that his senior brother had never eaten before; Yanluoshan brought back ore, and recently he had craftsmen figured out a lot, and he could also choose a few to give to his senior brother...

Mingruo also asked the craftsman to use crystal to carve two sets of tea sets for his boyfriend and senior brother - tea cups, tea washes, tea trays and so on. He also specially designed the "hammer pattern" effect, which should be very beautiful when it comes to making it. However, this requires meticulous work and it is considered as fast as possible to get the New Year gift.

Mingruo suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a follow-up patient tomorrow. Well, let’s blame the old apprentice.

"A Yuan, please let Old Shen be busy and come and find me." Mingruo knocked his finger at the table, "Just say I have a secret treasure for him."

"Yes." A Yuan hurriedly went to pass the message.

When Shen Cong heard the "Master's Secret Treasure", he suddenly felt that the patient who was visiting the hospital had become a stumbling block that prevented him from obtaining the secret treasure. If the master had not told him to "get busy again after he was busy", he would have driven people away.

Shen Cong patiently finished seeing the two patients and told Nan Xing to watch the medicine, he ran over his old legs and rushed towards the back house.

"Master, come to me." Shen Cong made a flies rubbing his hands.

"Yes." Ming Ruo took the prepared stethoscope and explained the use method to him, and then talked about the clinical manifestations of various cardiopulmonary diseases.

Shen Cong took out the small notebook he carried with him and the ‘pencil’ given by his master, took notes carefully. Then, he checked on himself according to the method he said. The result was that he had nothing wrong with him and was still getting stronger.

"Master, I can hear this clearly with this." Shen Cong couldn't put it down.

"You will be able to follow up tomorrow," said Zuo Xiaojun. "The secret treasures are collected, and it is impossible for him to do this strong man without doing it.

"Okay." Shen Cong just wants to find a patient to practice it now.

Mingruo waved his hand and said, "You go and do your business."

"Okay, master."

Shen Cong held the "Secret Treasure of the Master's Sect" and went straight to the ward behind the medicine hall. Except for Mr. He who was not easy to mess with at first sight, the other hospitalized patients were clearly heard by Shen Cong. Especially the two of them were already heart-to-pulmonary, they were particularly "careful"...

Shen Cong was as fierce as a tiger. When he finished his "busy work", it was getting dark. He walked back to the house and thought about the smell. The master probably didn't mean that she wouldn't come tomorrow!

Although he had this "secret treasure of the master's sect", he could not diagnose the Zuo Xiaozi. But he was the right grandson of Lord Right Prime Minister after all, so he had an appointment for a consultation, so it was difficult to put pigeons on it.

Chen Cong took a few steps and saw Nanxing packing the dried medicinal materials. He asked with expectation: "Nanxing, your master hasn't left yet?"
Chapter completed!