By decree and pro

Chapter 121 Happy Pulse?

"It's me." Ilya's voice said, "I've found the doctor."

"...Come in." Usman said, putting a coat on Yan, and wearing Helian Uro's mask on himself.

"Doctor?" Yan looked at Usman and asked nervously, "Are you sick?"

"No." Usman smiled, "Don't you think I'm fine?"

"Then what do you want the doctor to do?"

While talking, Ilya cautiously pushed open a crack in the door, glanced inside twice, and after making sure it was ok, came in stooping.

"My lord, young master, this is Dr. Balamo, a well-known doctor in the city. He has the reputation of 'returning the dead'. He just had a doctor's consultation. He heard that there are urgent patients here, so he followed me." Ilya introduced the person beside him. old man.He looks about 60 years old, with a thin but red face, he is a vigorous old man.

"In Lower Balamore, I am good at diagnosing difficult and miscellaneous diseases. I wonder which of the two is suffering from an emergency?" Balamo looked at the Raven Spirit Warlock and the young master sitting on the bed. They all looked good. look.

"It's him." Usman stood up and stood by the bed, "Go get him a pulse."

"Ping'an pulse?" Palamo was a little displeased. He thought someone was ill and came here in a hurry, but in the end he just asked for Ping'an's pulse, which didn't take him to sweat profusely.

"Yes." Usman nodded, "I know that the consultation fees for emergency and Ping An pulse are different. Don't worry, I will give you double."

"It's not a matter of money." Balamo took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his face, "Next time, don't let yourself be fooled like this. You won't be able to stand it when you're old."

Kurdan came, and the old hen soup was finally stewed. When he brought it in, he happened to see the doctor with the medicine box, and he couldn't help being stunned.

The room is small, and one more person feels cramped.

Usman asked him to put down the soup and go out. Kurdan didn't dare to offend Helian Wuluo, especially now that there was no evidence of crime, so he had to quit, but he didn't go far, and waited outside the door.

Yan smelled the aroma of the chicken soup, and was so greedy that he was almost drooling, but he had to put on a face that didn't change, looked at the doctor and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Although he didn't know what Usman was doing, but as long as he thought that Usman was not sick, Yan would naturally relax a little.

As for whether you are sick or not, don't you know?Of course nothing happened.

So please ask for Ping'an pulse, Yan can't even remember the last time he sent a message to the doctor.

"Is the young master from Dayan?" Doctor Balamo asked.

"Yes." Yan nodded.

"All medical skills are to save lives. Although there are differences in the diagnosis and treatment between the two countries, they are not that big. Most of them pay attention to the four steps of 'look, smell, ask, and feel'." For the sake of this, Palamo still became more amiable, "Master, please stretch out your right hand so that I can take the pulse."

"Please go ahead." Yan held out his hand neatly.

Usman stood aside, watching the doctor diagnose Yan carefully.

"When I came in just now, I felt the young master's face glowed red, his skin was bright and smooth, so he knew he was a man with strong bones." Balamo touched Yan's wrist bone and said.

Yan gave Usman a smug look: "See? I'm fine."

"Let's take a look again." Usman said with a smile without being in a hurry.

"Well, it's natural, sir, don't worry," Balamo narrowed his eyes, chattering authentically, "I've read Dayan's medical book, it's true that it's just a translation, and the words are not quite correct, but I can't help it." I realized that Dayan Country has superb medical skills... It's just that Dayan has never been as good as Xiliang in terms of medicine, because the medicinal herbs in Xiliang Country are stronger than Dayan's, probably..."

Balamo suddenly stopped talking, but Yan was listening with great enthusiasm, and couldn't help asking: "What is it about?"

"It's probably because Xiliang's herbal medicines are stronger, so they are naturally better than Dayan's." It was Usman who answered the conversation, because Balamo's face

Something was wrong, and those squinted, wrinkled eyes snapped open.

He stared at Yan's face repeatedly, and then asked: "How's the young master's appetite recently?"

"Me?" Yan was a little nervous, and couldn't help saying, "Very good."

"Yes, he has a great appetite." Ilya interjected, "For example, this pot of old hen, the young master can finish it in one sitting, and..."

Ilya paused, "The young master didn't like to eat things in the past, such as sour rice and rice intestine soup, but now he likes to eat them very much."

"Really?" Palamo looked more and more surprised.

"Yes." Yan replied by himself, "Doctor, is it okay if I can eat this?"

"No, this, this..." Balamore's relaxed look just now disappeared completely, and the top of his forehead began to sweat again, "This is impossible."

"What is impossible?" Yan grabbed the doctor's hand, "I have an incurable disease?"

"Yanyan, you can eat and sleep, so there's no way you'll get some incurable disease." Usman lightly touched Shangyan's shoulder, and comforted him, "Don't worry, just listen to what the doctor has to say."

"This... please show me your left hand." Balamore said again.

Yan stretched out his left hand in panic, sighing to himself that he wasn't so unlucky, he got sick not long after he got married?

Balamo pressed the three fingers of Yan's wrist on the veins of Yan's wrist, and looked at Yan's face from time to time, as if he had some intractable disease and couldn't come to a conclusion for a while.

"What's the matter with me, doctor, but it's okay to say." Yan's hands were sweating, because the doctor's complexion was getting worse and worse, as if it had been lime-smeared.

"Yes, doctor, it's okay for you to speak directly." Usman also looked at Balamo. He didn't look anxious, but was full of expectation. It was because he knew it well and just wanted to confirm it, so he asked Ilya to ask the doctor .

"But this...it's impossible." Baramo swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said incredulously, "This young master's pulse is...it's...a happy pulse!"

"Xi Mai?" Yan Wenyan stared at Balamo, "You mean me?"

"This...young master, I know this is too much nonsense...but the pulse is slippery and strong twice, which is a sign of pregnancy...and, judging from the current situation, it has been at least two months Right." Balamo looked even more shocked than Yan, and frowned, "Why did I misdiagnose this so far! Could it be that, young master, you...are a woman?"

"What?" Yan frowned, "How do I look like a woman?"

"That's why it's so wrong. I'm really old and useless." Balamo blushed and got up and said, "I'd better ask the young master to hire someone else..."

"You don't need to ask, your diagnosis is good." Usman smiled brightly like a flower, "He has it."

"What?!" Yan and Baramozzi glared at Usman and asked in unison, "How did it happen?!"

"Yan has a child?" Ilya was also dumbfounded.

"Yanyan, don't worry, there's nothing impossible." Usman didn't look outside, and sat directly on the edge of the bed, took Yan's hand and rubbed it gently in his palm, "Since the night of the bridal chamber, we haven't If you have used contraception, you will be pregnant without any surprises, but I didn’t expect you to have no reaction at all, unlike that of an ordinary pregnant woman, so I was negligent, until last night when I held you to sleep, your waist was a little thicker, That’s how I noticed it.”

Yan was even more dumbfounded. Usman was saying that the two of them had slept so many times that they got pregnant naturally, so it wasn't surprising, and he only found out last night that he was a little fatter.

Ilya felt shy when she heard this, for no one would openly explain how she was conceived in front of the doctor and attendants.

But when I think that this is the king, I feel relieved. When did the king care about what others think, even the old men in the priest tower have nothing to do with him.

"This...is it true?" Palamo blinked non-stop, and it took a while to wake up. He was not wrong. up.

As for other things, such as how the crow spirit warlock could fall in love with a man... how did they have children? Such unimaginable things, without thinking about it, they used the secret technique in the priest's tower.

That priest tower has countless ancient secret arts, the more he knows as a little doctor, the shorter his life will be.

Balamo felt that the current matter was beyond the scope of his involvement. To put it bluntly, he was just a doctor who treated people and prescribed medicines, as long as he took care of this young master like a normal pregnant woman, he didn't care about the rest.

"If that's the case," Balamour paused, and ordered the doctor, "Young master is in good health, and he is the strongest pregnant woman I have ever seen. She has good energy and blood, so she doesn't need too many tonics. Instead, she is a pregnant woman." Liability, in terms of diet, the young master should not eat too much fat..."

"Can you drink hen soup?" Ilya asked immediately.

"Yes, hen and camel's milk are safe to drink, as long as it is not very fatty, the young master can eat it." Balamo said, "As for the tonic, the young master does not need it for the time being, it is too much to eat. Well, if the fetus is raised too big, it will not only be difficult to give birth, but also prone to dystocia."

"Is there anything else?" Usman asked.

"The other thing is... Seeing that the young master is a little angry, I will prescribe some decoction to reduce fire and dryness. After three or five days, I think it will be fine."

"Is there really no need for anti-abortion decoction?" Usman asked again.

"If your lord is worried, you can write a few recipes for using medicinal food to prevent miscarriage. For example, adding a little longevity grass to this hen soup and simmering it is no worse than eating that soup. It is also mild-tempered and suitable for the young master. A particularly healthy pregnancy and pregnant husband."

"Then there will be Doctor Lao." Usman nodded with a smile, and turned to Ilya, "You will go back with the doctor in a while, and be careful about what medicine you want to buy and what vegetables you want to buy."

"Yes, yes! The little one must choose the best one!" Ilya was very excited, with a smile on his face, "My lord, this is a great event. I will buy some wine when I come back. Let's celebrate."

"It's for celebration." Usman clenched Yan's hand, Helian Uro's face couldn't stop the joy, because he laughed like his jaw was dislocated and he couldn't close his mouth. .

Only Yan himself was still in shock. Usman got up and went to bring chicken soup for him to drink.

Yan was still in a dazed state, and Usman didn't rush him, but just played with the pot of chicken soup. The chicken soup was still very hot when it was served just now, and there was a layer of golden sesame oil floating on it. Usman patiently used a spoon Skim off the slick oil, and blow it until it is hot and cold, and then feed it to Yan drink spoonful by spoonful.

Yan drank it, and after drinking several spoonfuls, he seemed to remember something, and grabbed Usman's hand holding the spoon: "Usman, I have it?"

"Yanyan, we have a child." Usman squinted and smiled.

"But..." Yan's face turned red and white for a while, panicked, "I, how could I have a child...it's impossible!"

"Your father has a child, and your imperial brother also has a child, why can't you have one?" Usman said with a smile, "Aren't they all from the Wuque tribe?"

"No, it's different." Yan frowned and said, "Could it be a misdiagnosis...doctor? Where's the lady?"