Zhao Ji frowned slightly when she heard Zhang Ji's request.
Although there was nothing wrong with the Queen Mother meeting the ministers alone, Zhang Ji meant that the palace maids and chamberlains were going out, so she hesitated and looked around subconsciously, wanting to ask Lao Ai for her opinion.
But Zhao Ji suddenly remembered that Lao Ai did not stay at Ganquan Palace last night, but returned to his Changxinhou Mansion. With his temper, Lao Ai must have been very drunk with his guests, and most likely he was still awake at this time. , naturally she did not come with her today.
Ying Zheng's eyes flashed slightly, and seeing his mother's hesitation, he explained to Zhao Ji: "My mother doesn't know something. My husband's medical skills are different, and I am worried that others will learn from him, so I want to be alone with my mother."
Zhao Ji nodded lightly under Ying Zheng's explanation.
The various schools of thought have always valued their own classics and knowledge as gold and jade. However, many doctors have seen his headache, and they all expressed that they were helpless. Therefore, if Zhang Ji thinks he has the ability to cure it, , it must be the secret technique he has learned, and it is understandable that he does not want to show it to outsiders.
What's more, Zhang Ji is now considered her nephew, so it is reasonable to make such a request.
Moreover, Zhang Ji's willingness to reveal such secret skills to save herself was enough to make her feel a little warm.
"Then it will be as you say."
With her red lips slightly parted, Zhao Ji agreed to Zhang Ji's request and waved her hand to dismiss the palace maid. Ying Zheng, the majestic King of Qin, was also "driven out" by Zhao Ji.
After seeing everyone leave, Zhang Ji once again used his inner strength to sense the surroundings. After confirming that no one was peeking, he bowed to Zhao Ji and then slowly walked forward, but still stopped after a distance. Stepped down. Zhang Ji pondered, looking at this distance, seeming to be thinking about whether he should get closer.
Zhao Ji couldn't help but chuckle. She was willing to show more tolerance and kindness to this man who was the first to care about her body besides her husband and son.
"Come forward, it's okay. No matter how you diagnose and treat today, whether it's effective or not, I won't blame you."
Seeing Zhang Ji's nervous posture, Zhao Ji smiled a little and showed a soft look, indicating that Zhang Ji didn't need to be nervous.
"Then my nephew is... rude."
Zhang Ji took a deep breath, took a big step forward, and walked in front of Zhao Ji.
The moment he came to Zhao Ji, Zhang Ji took a deep breath again.
It's just different from before. Before, he took a deep breath to show his nervousness, but this time it was to restrain some of his impulses.
There is a faint smile under her fair and enchanting face. The gorgeous red phoenix robe tightly fits the exquisite and graceful body. A pair of delicate jade feet wrapped in light red socks stick out from behind the buttocks.
Although Zhao Ji is thirty-five years old and is in the age of half wolf and half tiger, the growth of age has not made Zhao Ji look any older, but has become more mature, even mature, giving People have a feeling of being charming.
Moreover, who is Zhao Ji?
The Queen Mother of Da Qin!
The status bonus that power and status brought to Zhao Ji gave Zhao Ji a more graceful and noble temperament, giving people an even greater desire to conquer her.
Zhang Ji swallowed secretly, but this move was still caught by Zhao Ji's narrow eyes.
However, Zhao Ji did not feel angry or offended, and she was still slightly happy in her heart.
No matter how old a woman is, they all like to be praised for their appearance. If there are still people who are obsessed with their own beauty, that will make them even more happy.
This has nothing to do with cheating or old cows eating young grass, it is just a kind of vanity, not to mention a "little fresh meat" like Zhang Ji.
"Please...ask Auntie to extend your hand." Zhang Ji still looked a little nervous and was trembling slightly when he spoke.
Zhao Ji nodded lightly, slightly rolled up her red sleeves embroidered with a golden phoenix, and stretched her fair white wrist in front of Zhang Ji.
At least in this era when the protection between men and women is very light, doctors do not have any taboos when diagnosing and treating women, so Zhao Ji does not have any psychological burden.
Since Zhao Ji didn't shy away from anything, Zhang Ji naturally wouldn't be polite either. He gently placed his fingers on Zhang Ji's wrist and closed his eyes to listen to Zhao Ji's pulse.
Although he is not a descendant of a medical doctor or alchemist, he has learned some basic medical knowledge, and he is still able to diagnose the most basic pulse. What Zhang Ji is best at is acupuncture.
The most difficult part of acupuncture is not inserting the needle, but judging the acupuncture points.
Lu Goujian once asked Zhang Ji to memorize the distribution of acupuncture points on the human body, because memorizing the distribution of acupuncture points can both save people and kill people. This was how Zhang Ji used his internal force to condense fine needles to pierce Wu Kuang's body at the Mohist General Hospital. .
After more than ten breaths, Zhang Ji slowly opened his eyes, revealing a sad look, and sighed repeatedly.
"No wonder the doctors are helpless."
The sadness on Zhang Ji's face instantly made Zhao Ji worried, and she quickly asked: "What's wrong? Is there some incurable disease?"
But Zhang Ji secretly laughed in his heart.
In fact, Zhao Ji's physical condition is not bad. At least compared to Han Wangan who indulged in drinking and sex all day long, Zhao Ji, who was a dancer in her early years and later had to do various menial jobs to make a living, is in much better health. Han Wangan has been hypnotized by psychedelic drugs for sixteen years, but Zhao Ji has only been hypnotized for four or five years, which is nothing at all.
Zhao Ji's headache should be caused by the toxins in poppy and datura flowers contained in the psychedelic drugs that accumulated too much in the body, causing nerve pain.
However, after swallowing the Panchi giant anaconda inner elixir yesterday, 20% of the toxins contained in the psychedelic drugs accumulated in Zhao Ji's body have been eliminated. Under normal circumstances, Zhao Ji can eliminate those toxins by herself within a month at most.
In fact, Zhang Ji didn't believe that the imperial doctors in the Qin Palace could not cure Zhao Ji's illness at the beginning. Those imperial doctors probably either really didn't have the ability to cure Zhao Ji without harming her body, or they had seen through this matter. Don't dare to cure the hidden mystery.
You must know that, except for a few self-taught people, most of the imperial doctors in the Qin Palace are disciples of doctors and practitioners.
Not to mention Yang Qing, the son of the leader of the Fang Ji family, and Xia Wuji, a disciple of the medical family. Although these two are young, there is no way that Zhao Ji's condition cannot be cured.
Zhang Ji speculated that the two people believed that the water behind the matter was too deep and did not dare to get too involved, so they said they were powerless.
He had previously asked Chao Tide how a person hypnotized by psychedelic drugs could regain consciousness without harming the body as much as possible. The answer Tide Chao gave was to stimulate acupuncture points.
This aspect is actually Zhang Ji's strength.
He is still very good at stimulating acupuncture points~
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