Si Mingjing walked briskly, instructing Song Yuan to carry her dical kit. She also told the other guards to look after the children before she followed Ye Siyuan onto a mini-submarine heading for the Imperial Capital’s First Hospital.
Si Lisao’s biological mother, the distinguished and prominent Madam Si, had been hospitalized for a week due to illness.
On the way, Ye Siyuan clutched Si Mingjing’s hand, her expression on the verge of tears. "Sister-in-law, you must help this ti! I was sitting and chatting with my future mother-in-law when she suddenly felt dizzy, experienced ringing in her ears, and then beca immobile. If sothing happens to my future mother-in-law, won’t the Si Family bla ? That’s more terrifying than being frad!"
"Don’t panic," Si Mingjing soothed.
"How can I not panic? I’m not even married yet, and my future mother-in-law suddenly falls ill while chatting with ..." Ye Siyuan was so anxious she was close to tears. "The doctor said it’s a cerebral infarction! Although I don’t know much about dicine, I know that a cerebral infarction ans a stroke!"
「Five minutes later, they arrived at the hospital.」
Si Lisao was in the ward, sitting beside his mother’s bed.
In the ward, several young n were present; so stood, others sat. One was by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the fish swim by outside.
Each young man’s expression was exceedingly grim.
They were all Madam Si’s sons and Si Lisao’s brothers.
Seeing Si Mingjing enter, one of the young n, who looked to be about Ye Shen’s age, imdiately exclaid, "Big Brother, Her Majesty the Queen is here! This is wonderful! Her Majesty is highly skilled in dicine; she must be able to find a way to save Mom!"
Si Lisao stood up, his tall, usually steady fra swaying slightly.
He had risen too quickly and had also been keeping vigil outside the ward for two days and two nights. His complexion was poor, and his ntal state was visibly strained.
"Little Sister, you’re here."
Si Mingjing walked over and nodded. "Crown Prince, let take Madam Si’s pulse first."
Si Lisao stepped aside.
Si Mingjing sat where Si Lisao had been and took the pulse of Madam Si, who lay on the bed, immobile.
Song Yuan followed her in carrying the dical kit. He set it down, opened it, and then stood respectfully to the side, ready to assist.
Si Mingjing took her pulse for a long ti, over three minutes.
The young n standing in the ward all gazed anxiously at Si Mingjing. Her prolonged pulse-taking made them fear she was uncertain, and their hearts plumted.
Even Si Lisao found his own heart fraught with anxiety.
Madam Si was hemiplegic. Lying in bed, she was unable to move one side of her body. She was in a state of extre panic, terrified she might have to spend the rest of her life bedridden—a fate worse than death. She had seen many elderly people suddenly suffer strokes, lie in bed for years, and then pass away.
Yet Madam Si was still young; she was only fifty-nine this year. She couldn’t imagine spending the next ten, twenty, or even thirty years lying in bed, unable to move. She would rather die now!
At that mont, Si Lisao asked, "Little Sister, how is it?"
"Shall we step outside to talk?"
Si Lisao nodded.
Madam Si stopped them. She had a clear understanding of her own condition; there was nothing she couldn’t hear.
"Your Majesty the Queen, please speak here," Madam Si said. "I am aware that I’ve had a stroke. Just tell , can it be treated?"
Si Mingjing noted that Madam Si had not lost her ability to speak and was fully conscious. This was a good sign.
With a gentle gesture, she patted the back of Madam Si’s hand. Her serene voice, possessing a power to calm the heart, delivered a single word: "Yes."
That single word instantly dispersed the pall of despair in Madam Si’s eyes.
Upon hearing the word, the faces of Madam Si’s sons lit up with hope, each one looking fervently at Si Mingjing.
Everyone said Her Majesty the Queen was the beacon of traditional Chinese dicine. The Si brothers had never truly grasped this themselves. It was only when their mother suddenly suffered a stroke, and Western dicine proved powerless, that they deeply understood the hope Her Majesty’s single word could bring to a family.
Ye Siyuan covered her face with her hands, tears rolling down unchecked. Thank goodness! The imnse weight in her heart finally lifted.
"However..."
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