"Huh?"
Emperor Liang's eyebrows showed a little joy, and he tentatively increased the strength of his wrist movements.
No, it's not an illusion!
The tingling sensation in this joint has indeed been reduced by half, and it is no longer as painful as before.
Because of an old injury to his wrist, Emperor Liang was so painful that he could not sleep well all night.
Sometimes the pain is so severe that even the entire right arm feels sore and numb, and the pain is unbearable.
However, the old disease that even the imperial doctors were helpless to solve was solved by these few strips of cloth from the fourth child?
When did this kid learn medical skills by himself?
Seeing the unseen expression on Emperor Liang's face, Song Huan secretly said in his heart: It's stable.
"Father, are you trying to use chopsticks?"
With a skeptical attitude, Emperor Liang reached out to the silver chopsticks on the table.
Suddenly, Emperor Liang's pupils tightened and his spirits became high!
Lifted!
Lift it up!
This right hand, which had been unable to lift chopsticks for several days, was able to lift it up very firmly and steadily today!
The most important thing is that the wrist that is held up steadily looks like there is no old injury at all, and there is almost no pain at all!
Emperor Liang's eyes shone with joy, like a child in his fifties.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt anymore!"
"For more than ten years, my wrist has always healed and hurt. It has never felt so comfortable as it does today!"
"You brat, where did you learn your medical skills?"
Seeing Emperor Liang grinning almost to his ears and smiling with a worthless look, he knew that he must have relieved most of the pain and felt extremely comfortable.
But when the emperor's father asked where he learned this medical skill, Song Huan couldn't answer.
"Well..."
"My son fell into a dream at night, and in his dream there was an old immortal man in white clothes, who claimed to be the life-saving emperor in heaven."
"Emperor Baosheng sent a message, saying that the real dragon emperor in the human world is suffering from an old illness, and he specially taught his son this method to relieve his father's illness."
"My son originally thought it was because he read too much before going to bed and had this ridiculous dream."
"I never expected that Emperor Baosheng would really be protecting the True Dragon Emperor!"
Song Huan's words could be said to kill two birds with one stone. He cleverly explained the origin of this method and left all the imperial doctors speechless.
He also flattered Emperor Liang by the way, just to please his own father, not to be disrespectful.
The most important thing is that they must firmly believe in such rhetoric and will not delve into it further.
Sure enough, as soon as Song Huan finished speaking, he heard a loud noise coming from beside him.
I saw that the imperial doctor Liu Santong had long lost his calm and calm look just now, and his face was full of slump, as if he had aged ten years in an instant!
He suddenly fell to his knees, and the moment his knees collided with the floor, there was a huge noise, as if his knees were going to be shattered!
However, his face was already filled with shock, and he seemed not to feel the pain in his knees at all.
"this……"
"this……"
"How can it be!"
Liu Santong couldn't believe that a useless prince who no one cared about could be entrusted by Emperor Baosheng in his sleep!
Emperor Baosheng is the god of medicine in mythology who is in charge of medical skills in all realms.
Liu Santong has been studying medicine since he was a child and has been studying medical books for decades. Why has he never received personal guidance from Emperor Baosheng!
Of course, this is not the most critical.
The most important thing is that just now, on impulse, he actually made a bet with the fourth prince!
Now that I have lost the bet, don't I really want to retire and return home, and ask myself to leave?
In this way, how can I report the situation to the Grand Master from time to time in the future and observe the situation of Emperor Liang and the princes for the Grand Master?
Thinking of the Grand Master's methods, cold sweat quickly ran down the side of Liu Santong's face.
While he was lying on the ground shaking, Liu Santong suddenly felt a dark shadow covering his eyes.
When he raised his head, he saw Song Huan standing condescendingly, looking at him with interest.
"In terms of medical treatment, I may indeed be inferior to you."
"But no matter how superb the medical skills are, without a humble heart, it is useless!"
"I can't treat people's illnesses."
"But you can't be a human being!"
Song Huan's words were eloquent and impactful.
All the imperial doctors present were already stunned by Song Huan's words and deeds. They all had their mouths half open and could not say a word.
"puff--"
Liu Santong was even more furious, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out on the spot.
He never dreamed that in his thirty-year career as an imperial physician, he would be defeated by the prince he once despised the most!
After dismissing all the imperial doctors, Emperor Liang looked at Song Huan again with a bit of joy in his eyes.
It’s like a piece of jade that has never really been noticed, but now it shines so brightly that people can’t take their eyes away!
Feeling Emperor Liang's overly fiery gaze, Song Huan felt a little uncomfortable all over his body.
"Um...Father, don't keep staring at my son!"
"Eat quickly!"
"The food is almost cold!"
"Also, although my son has relieved the stinging sensation of your old disease, if you want to cure it, you still need acupuncture from an imperial doctor..."
Song Huan was talking nonchalantly and found that the smile on Emperor Liang's face became thicker and thicker.
"You brat, your reaction is quick enough!"
Song Huan was shocked. Could it be that Emperor Liang could see...
Are the reasons you just mentioned just making up?
"Oh, Liu Santong, as an imperial physician, dared to mention in front of me the matter of asking the prince to approve the memorial on his behalf."
"I really didn't expect that Shangguan's minions would be all around me!"
"This Liu Santong really wants to thank you for saving his life. If not, based on what he just said, I would have taken off his head long ago."
Emperor Liang still had a smile on his face, but the killing determination in his eyes still made people feel a strong sense of oppression!
Song Huan was relieved. It turned out that this was what he meant by "response quickly enough"!
"Yes, Father!"
"In the past few years, Daliang has been experiencing constant internal and external troubles. You really don't have the time to keep up with Guan Yi's veteran knowledge."
"He has worked hard and planned for many years. He just wants to control the entire court, control the candidates for the future prince, and even control your every word and deed!"
"His minions are all over the palace and harem. It will not be easy to eliminate them overnight."
"That's why, Father, please don't act too hastily!"
Emperor Liang reached out and patted Song Huan on the shoulder.
"I'm not alone. I still have your kid to make suggestions for me!"
"The prince was deeply influenced by Shangguan Yi, but in my eyes, you are a malleable talent."
The implication of Emperor Liang's words couldn't be more obvious.
Follow me and work hard. If you do well, the position of prince will be yours!
To be fair, at the beginning, Song Huan just wanted to be a carefree and leisurely prince.
There is no need for a large group of wives and concubines, as long as they are similar to those of the famous Prince Duan.
What's the good thing about being a prince? He's always on tenterhooks. He has to worry about some treacherous ministers and traitors waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble.
Song Huan is really not that interested!
However, now, after getting used to seeing the sarcastic faces of courtiers and even servants, Song Huan finally firmed up his thoughts -
He wants no one in this world to dare to look down upon him, and he wants no one in this world to dare to put pressure on him!
Since you were born into an emperor's family, you will either die or I will live on the road to seize the right to inherit the throne.
So why can't the person who survives in the end be himself?
