Chapter 2802： Ten fingers to heart

"Is there any way to diagnose and treat?"

"It's difficult to cure it completely, but the emperor doesn't need to worry too much. As long as the mother takes good care of it, she is not tired and not cold. The problem is not big." Ouyang said.

Zhao Yuanjing nodded: "After you finish here, you can go to the Palace of Qin."

"Who is Prince Qin?"

"You know when you go." Zhao Yuanjing raised his hand, "Go."

He still has national affairs to be busy.

Ouyang seized the time to prescribe a few prescriptions and hand them to Liu Dequan, then carried the small medicine box on his back and headed to the Palace of Qin.

Zhao Shu was sitting in the recliner in the study. Seeing him panting, he smiled and said, "Our doctor Ouyang is a brick. Move wherever you need it."

"Huh?" Ouyang was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"That means you have the ability." Zhao Shu didn't explain the source of this sentence to him.

Ouyang didn't care, he laughed, and his eyes fell on King Qin's hands.

The two hands were wrapped tightly, and it was difficult to not see.

"The emperor's commander came to see the prince's injury. Did the prince hurt his hand?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Shu raised both hands.

Ouyang said: "The queen mother hurt her leg, but the prince hurt her hand. How did this happen?"

"You are a doctor, take good care of the doctor, and ask so many questions."

"I have to know the cause of the disease to cure the disease."

"This is an injury, not a disease."

"Well, well, what the prince said is what he said." Ouyang shook his head, put down the medicine box and sat down, carefully unwrapping the gauze on his hand.

The moment he saw the wound, even he, who was used to seeing the patient and the wound, took a breath.

The blood dripped from the ten fingers, not to mention the flesh, even the bones can be seen.

It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart. What kind of situation is needed to grind the fingers like this?

Ouyang couldn't imagine.

It's no wonder that His Royal Highness King Qin, who has always been eager and leaping, looked a little haggard.

"My lord, you should just tell me, how on earth did this happen?"

"Heavy rain in the mountains, when a rock fell, fell off the cliff, and climbed up." Zhao Shu downplayed, and then added, "That's how the queen's leg injury came from."

Ouyang hissed: "The prince climbed up abruptly from under the cliff? No wonder, no wonder. No wonder, no wonder, prince, you are a general with a weapon. If this hand is broken, how good is it?"

"With you, Ouyang, will this king's hands be useless?"

"Hey, the prince is absurd. From my point of view, the prince's injury is nothing wrong, and he can heal it with care." He took out the medicine box and started to clean the wound, preparing to apply medicine.

Zhao Shu looked calmly, and suddenly asked, "What happened to the queen's leg injury? It's not a serious problem, right?"

"Keep it well, you will always get better." Ouyang said cautiously.

Zhao Shu frowned slightly, "Good is good, bad is bad. Ouyang, are you so ambiguous?"

Ouyang smiled bitterly: "Tell the prince to be honest, the empress's leg injury is much more serious than your hand. The calf bone is broken and misaligned, and the knee is also broken. Fortunately, I can walk normally for three to five months."

Zhao Shu's expression gradually became solemn.

He really didn't expect it to be so serious.

Think about it carefully, that woman doesn't know much about martial arts, she's so charming on weekdays, it's a blessing to fall like this and break her arm or leg.

Zhao Shu was silent for a while and asked, "According to what you mean, the queen's legs may not be healed?"