At the moment when Princess Changle came to the end, Tang Hao took Princess Changle and put her in his arms.

    I saw Princess Changle''s eyebrows wrinkled, her beautiful eyes closed, and a touch of pain appeared on her skin like a curdled jade face.

    "Your Highness fainted."

    "Go and tell your mother and your majesty."

    "Please ask the imperial doctor."

    With the exclamation of the two palace maids in the palace, several palace maids outside the house acted separately. For a time, Changning palace was in a mess.

    After Tang Hao placed Princess Changle in the bedroom next door, two palace maids took care of her. Considering that the bedroom was a private space, he waited in the side hall.

    Soon, empress Chang sun and King Tang hurried to the hospital, and Sun Simiao, the first hospital in the hospital, was among them.

    Tang Hao couldn''t go in to investigate his condition for a moment. It was absolutely impossible to leave. He had to wait for the doctor''s diagnosis.

    Not long after, empress Chang sun came out with a sad face.

    Tang Hao stepped forward and asked.

    "The empress, the royal highness of the princess, looks pale, looks weak, and lacks air and blood. But has it ever happened before?"

    Empress Chang sun sighed and said.

    "Hey! This qi depression is a chronic disease for many years."

    While talking, empress Chang sun''s Phoenix eyes were slightly red and recalled.

    "When zhi''er was young, he was not as lively as children of the same age. He often locked himself in the cabin. He didn''t think about tea and rice and didn''t like talking to others. He gradually became a little depressed."

    "Doctor sun has been treating zhi''er. He drank a lot of soup and medicine, which can be regarded as a cure. But this makes zhi''er more tired of meals, greatly reduced his appetite, and just drank some porridge all day. Hey! Zhi''er syncope has been obviously frequent in the past three years. What can I do about it?"

    After hearing the speech, Tang Hao understood that the princess of Changle fainted repeatedly because she ate less and had insufficient blood supply over time.

    "It should be caused by anemia!"

    Tang Hao, who inherited Hua Tuo, naturally understood these causes.

    A trace of surprise flashed across the empress changsun''s sad face.

    "Young master Tang also knows medicine?"

    Tang Hao said faintly, "just a little knowledge."

    During the conversation, Sun Simiao and King Tang rushed out.

    Empress Chang sun stepped forward and couldn''t wait to ask.

    "Doctor sun, how''s zhier''s condition?"

    Sun Simiao bowed his hand, and his words were full of helplessness and worry.

    "Tell your mother that Princess Changle has just drunk porridge and recovered a little. She can eat some meat porridge later. But the princess has been ill for a long time. I''m afraid she''s getting weaker and weaker..."

    At this point, Sun Simiao shook his head again and again.

    Empress Chang sun felt more anxious. Her eyes were full of tears and her voice choked.

    "Well... What should I do?"

    The king of Tang, who was beside him, was so angry about Princess Changle''s illness that he couldn''t help but turn to Sun Simiao. He brushed his sleeve and said angrily.

    "Doctor sun, you falsely call yourself the king of medicine! Are you dissatisfied with my forcible summoning the palace and neglect it? Aren''t you afraid that I will punish you?"

    As soon as Tianwei appeared, the people trembled and kept silent.

    Rao was the king of medicine, and Sun Simiao, who was honored as the king of medicine, was sweating on his forehead for a moment and didn''t dare to look at the king of Tang again.

    He didn''t want to end up with Hua Tuo, Sun Simiao said in a trembling voice.

    "Your Majesty, calm down. Although the old man is used to idle clouds and wild cranes, he has no intention of neglect. Although the minister has cured her qi depression, the root of the disease is still princess Changle. There is little food, and the root of anemia..."

    The king of Tang knew that what Sun Simiao said was the truth and no longer spoke.

    Empress Chang sun sobbed, "doctor sun, is there no other way?"

    In fear, Sun Simiao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said.

    "Let me think, let me think..."

    For a moment there was a dead silence above the hall.

    "Why don''t imperial doctors use acupuncture to get through your Highness''s spleen and stomach stagnation and turbid Qi. In this way, your Highness''s spleen and stomach function will gradually recover."

    A confident voice came.

    The king of Tang and empress Chang sun were surprised and looked at Tang Hao who slowly stood up.

    A trace of surprise flashed in Sun Simiao''s eyes, but it dissipated in an instant, and there was some regret in his tone.

    "It seems that the young man also knows some medical skills, but he is specialized in the art. He has made achievements in pharmacology, but he is not good at acupuncture."

    It''s the duty of a doctor to help the world. Besides, it''s Hua Tuo''s long cherished wish to fight against diseases. How can we stand idly by when Hua Tuo inherits them!

    What''s more, Princess Changle once had grace and herself in the martial arts examination room.

    Tang Hao stepped forward, bowed his hands and said.

    "Your Majesty, may I have a try?"

    The whole audience was surprised.

    "Never, there''s no reason to try when you say it."

    Sun Simiao waved his hand again and again.

    This line of medicine emphasizes four things: looking, smelling, asking and cutting. Even some barefoot doctors in the countryside are in their 40s after learning these four things.

    The young man in front of him is only in his twenties. How can he master these four at such a young age?

    Moreover, Princess Changle''s condition is a perennial backlog, which can be called a persistent disease.

    "Tang Hao, do you know the crime of bullying the king?"

    The king of Tang snapped and obviously didn''t believe Tang Hao.

    Tang Hao is proficient in all kinds of calligraphy and poetry and has outstanding literary talent. He shows his skills in the martial arts field and surprises four people.

    Although it''s amazing to have such achievements when you are young, how can an ordinary person shine in every way?

    What''s more, how can he cure the helpless disease of Yaosheng at this time?

    Tang Hao was neither humble nor arrogant. He stood calmly and freely on the hall.

    "It happens that the grass people know a little about acupuncture and moxibustion. If your majesty doesn''t believe it, you don''t need the grass people."

    After that, Tang Hao slowly retreated to the side of the hall.

    Make it clear whether you can cure it or not depends on your choice.

    The king of Tang looked up and down at Tang Hao. This talented young man really knows some medical skills?

    With or without? Hesitated for a moment.

    Empress Chang sun looked at Tang Hao, pulled the corner of King Tang''s clothes and whispered.

    "I see that Tang Hao doesn''t have to lie. I might as well let him try. Maybe there will be a miracle."

    The king of the Tang Dynasty was silent, thought again and again, and sighed.

    "It''s been so far. Try it, Tang Hao. Go."