Yu Linglong took Feng Yexuan's pulse.
She didn't withdraw her fingers for a long time.
This pulse...
Chu Qianli said lightly, "Miss Yu, if you have finished taking his pulse, please report truthfully to the Empress Dowager. If I find that Miss Yu has concealed anything, I will ask the Empress Dowager to invite another imperial physician to examine the Prince and make a diagnosis."
"Are you threatening me?" Yu Linglong gritted her teeth and lowered her voice, "Chu Qianli, don't think I have no way to deal with you."
"Even if I don't deal with you, do you think the Emperor won't do anything to you once Yexuan recovers? You are truly naive!"
"Whether I am naive or not has nothing to do with you, Miss Yu. Miss Yu, have you finished taking his pulse?"
Chu Qianli's voice was not like Yu Linglong's, deliberately lowered.
Although her voice was not loud, with the door slightly ajar, the Empress Dowager standing at the entrance could definitely hear it.
As expected, upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager was displeased. "Linglong, how is it?"
If Yu Linglong continued to act up as before, the Empress Dowager would not tolerate her!
This matter concerned Xuan'er's life. The Empress Dowager gave Yu Linglong one chance, but there would be no second!
"Empress Dowager, I am here." Yu Linglong immediately changed her expression to a gentle one.
Linglong's gaze swept across Chu Qianli's face. By the time she went out, her expression had become gentle and soft.
"Empress Dowager, the Prince's pulse is peculiar. It is sometimes soft and weak, and sometimes steady and calm. I... cannot yet determine the Prince's condition."
"Is there any danger?" the Empress Dowager asked anxiously.
"This, you still have to ask Miss Chu." Yu Linglong did not want to take responsibility.
Whether there was danger was Chu Qianli's business.
The Empress Dowager immediately looked inside. Chu Qianli's voice, however, came from the room, "Empress Dowager, please rest assured. The Prince's condition has already improved. Give me a few more days, and the Prince will surely wake up."
The Empress Dowager was half-believing.
But since even Yu Linglong could not give a clear diagnosis, she could only rely on Chu Qianli now.
"Then... you take good care of Xuan'er with your needles. I will not disturb you."
"Leng Ji, escort the Empress Dowager back," Chu Qianli said in a deep voice.
Leng Ji immediately walked to the Empress Dowager's side and bowed, "Empress Dowager, please."
Liu Jin quickly closed the door, cutting off the Empress Dowager's chance to pry.
The Empress Dowager actually only cared about Feng Yexuan and did not want to get involved in any schemes.
Finally, she left.
Leng Ji personally saw her off.
"A'li..." Long Ziyue also seemed worried.
Chu Qianli's voice, however, came again, "Liu Jin, escort Ziyue back to her room to rest, and take her pulse while you're at it."
"Okay." Liu Jin was very curious about what had happened inside.
Why did Miss Chu say the Prince's condition had improved, yet Yu Linglong could not diagnose it?
Logically, even if Yu Linglong's medical skills were not as good as Chu Qianli's, her high level of skill was undeniable.
Why did even she find the pulse strange and could not tell if it was good or bad?
So, was it good or bad?
However, Chu Qianli clearly did not want Long Ziyue to come in.
Therefore, even though Liu Jin was still full of questions, she eventually left with Long Ziyue and the others.
After everyone had left, Chu Qianli immediately took out a syringe, drew up the medicine, and injected Feng Yexuan in the arm.
Afterward, she sat by the bed, staring at his still pale and paper-like face, and said in a low voice, "They've all left. You... can wake up now."
Although her voice was very soft and she was trying to maintain her composure, anyone who knew her well could hear the excitement in her words.
And the emotion.
Her voice had become incredibly hoarse.
The handsome man on the sickbed, his eyelids fluttered slightly, and then, he slowly opened his eyes.
He was awake.
He had finally, truly woken up!
The medicine her senior brother had sent her last night was incredibly potent!
He had finally, completely come back to life.
Chu Qianli's nose felt sore, and tears almost fell.
But she was still not used to crying in front of anyone, especially in front of this man who used to always bicker with her.
But she was truly excited, so excited that her voice trembled, and her fingers shook. "How... do you feel?"
Feng Yexuan's face showed little expression. He turned his head and looked at her, his gaze fixed on her.
"Do you want to drink water?"
Chu Qianli took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
"You cannot drink water directly yet. Your body is still too weak. I will give you a few drops of light salt water, okay?"
Feng Yexuan still did not speak, merely watching her quietly.
Chu Qianli's eyes couldn't help but redden.
Without further words, she prepared some light salt water and fed it to him drop by drop with the syringe.
Feng Yexuan's thin lips were severely cracked.
The salt water slid down his throat, and his hazy gaze gradually cleared.
"You can't drink too much now. I'm afraid your body won't be able to handle it all at once. Moreover, you forced your internal energy just now to prevent Yu Linglong from taking your pulse, and you injured yourself again."
"You are too weak now, and your bodily functions have not fully recovered."
"In another quarter of an hour, I'll give you some more water, alright?"
But he still didn't speak, just looked at her.
Chu Qianli felt a little uneasy. What did this look in his eyes mean?
"Yexuan, what exactly is wrong? Tell me, I can help you."
Feng Yexuan finally showed a slight reaction this time, his brow furrowing slightly.
"What...?"
"What do you call this king...?" His voice, due to his long coma, was now extremely hoarse.
It was as if it was stuck in his throat, stuck for a long time. Squeezing it out now was extremely difficult.
It was also so faint that it was almost inaudible.
But Chu Qianli still heard it.
She heard it, clearly.
Her heart ached fiercely once more.
She took a deep breath, trying hard to calm herself. "Was I... really bad to you... before?"
Feng Yexuan did not answer this question, still staring at her face.
His gaze finally settled on her thin lips.
His throat, which sounded as if it had been run over by wheels, managed to squeeze out another sentence with great difficulty: "What do you call this king...?"
Chu Qianli was stunned, her mood instantly becoming complex. She didn't know whether to feel touched or exasperated.
He was injured to this extent, yet his temper remained the same, unchanged in the slightest.
He was still so stubborn, willful, and a little overbearing.
She let out a long sigh, reached out, and took his large hand.
Her fingers tightened, enclosing his palm in hers, neither too tightly nor too loosely.
"If you allow it, I will call you Yexuan from now on, okay?"
The large hand she held clearly trembled.
Chu Qianli lowered her gaze, looking at his slender and beautiful hands. She then raised her eyes again, meeting his habitually cold, but now somewhat shocked, gaze.
She said softly, "We won't argue anymore from now on, and I won't bicker with you anymore, alright? Yexuan, I actually... really like you a little."