Chapter 1104

Pan Yun arrived the fastest. Seeing Zhu Jianji's face turn blue, his whole body shivering under the blankets, she quickly reached out and felt his forehead.

It was ice-cold to the touch.

Without a second thought, Pan Yun channeled a wisp of Yuan Power into his body to force out the cold Qi within him.

The effect was minimal, but at least his shivering was no longer so severe; the illness did not worsen and was temporarily held in check.

The Imperial Physicians huddled together, quietly discussing prescriptions.

Pan Yun glanced at their prescription and could not help frowning: "At a time like this, you're still writing a 'safe' prescription?"

The Chief Physician hurriedly said: "At this moment, steadiness is better than haste. The Imperial Prince has wind-cold invading his body, and he is still young. If we use harsh medicine, it will damage his foundation."

Pan Yun said: "Use acupuncture."

The Chief Physician said: "We already have, but the effect was minimal."

While they were speaking, Miao He and Tao Yanbai arrived.

Miao He swept a glance over the prescription the Imperial Medical Bureau had written, asked about the acupoints being needled, and immediately switched two of the acupoints; when the needles went in, they carried a wisp of Yuan Power.

The energy entered the acupoints along with the needles, traveling through the meridians, quickly linking up between the acupoints to clear his meridians; as the Yuan Power coursed through the meridians, it forced out the cold Qi clogging his body…

The Yuan Power Pan Yun had channeled into his body that had not yet fully dispersed was also guided by the needles back into the meridians. Zhu Jianji broke out in a cold sweat, and a gust of cold Qi burst from his breath…

Tao Yanbai immediately picked out a bowl of salt water and forced it down his throat, then had someone bring a bowl of ginger soup—after the salt water, the ginger soup.

The Chief Physician of the Imperial Medical Bureau, watching from the side, turned pale and opened his mouth as if to speak, then stopped.

Tao Yanbai ran a finger across Zhu Jianji's neck, came away with a handful of icy sweat, rubbed his fingers together, and said: "That's enough. Needle him to consolidate his foundation and nurture his Yuan."

Miao He immediately withdrew the needles, and Tao Yanbai took her place, switching to a different set of needling techniques.

Zhu Jianji's cold sweat stopped; his pale lips gained a faint trace of color. Seeing this, the Chief Physician wiped the cold sweat from his own brow and quietly let out a breath of relief.

It was correct for the Imperial Medical Bureau not to employ Miao He and Tao Yanbai—their methods of treatment were far too aggressive.

If they were let into the Imperial Medical Bureau, his own lifespan would be shortened by thirty percent.

The Chief Physician could feel that every needle Miao He and Tao Yanbai placed carried a wisp of energy; their hands were very steady, and the acupoints they chose were extremely precise.

This kind of treatment method could only be used by those two; not just anyone could fix energy onto acupuncture needles.

And to guide energy into the body, the needling had to be very steady—not a single thread of deviation was allowed. The requirements for needle insertion were also extremely strict: not an inch more, not an inch less.

The energy was not limited to Yuan Power—internal force worked too; in the end, it was all just energy.

The physicians of the Imperial Medical Bureau had all practiced internal cultivation methods and possessed some internal force, but even so, performing these two sets of needling techniques back to back was extremely taxing.

To be safe, he could only perform one set of needling techniques; the second set required a second person to cooperate.

So the danger of these two sets of techniques lay precisely here.

The two cooperating parties needed absolute trust—trust greater than trust in themselves.

If either of the two made a mistake, Zhu Jianji's life would be ruined.

Sharing the risk was not something just anyone could do with anyone else, especially within the imperial palace.

Therefore, the Chief Physician of the Imperial Medical Bureau had the method but could not save Zhu Jianji—it was their own incompetence.

Thinking this, the Chief Physician suddenly felt that hiring those two into the Imperial Medical Bureau would be quite good too—at least, as long as those two did not fall out this lifetime, the patients in the palace would all have one more chance at survival.

It was just that whoever served as Chief Physician would need to shoulder a bit more responsibility.

The Chief Physician felt he was getting on in years; it was time to retire. How about hiring those two into the Imperial Medical Bureau before he left?

Thinking this, the Chief Physician, without changing expression, glanced at the two Vice Chiefs on either side. The next Chief Physician should be one of those two—let the Taoist friends die rather than the poor Taoist; the pressure would be the next administration's problem.