Capítulo 1521: Chapter 1518: The Emperor Arrives
Sure enough, the Imperial Noble Consort said lightly, “I still feel unwell today, I can’t help but worry, so I’ve invited Director Du and several ministers to check my pulse together and give a definite answer, otherwise I can’t be at ease!”
Du Zhongjing imdiately had a bad premonition.
This pregnancy of the Imperial Noble Consort was highly valued by the Emperor, who had ordered the Imperial dical Bureau to take good care of the Imperial Noble Consort and the child in her womb. If anything were to happen, the imperial physicians would surely be buried with her.
As a result, everyone in the Imperial dical Bureau was on edge, fearing that any mishap would doom their entire families.
While being an imperial physician sounds glamorous, getting rewards from the Emperor and consorts from ti to ti,
no one understands their struggles.
In this palace, imperial physicians also live difficult lives.
Not to ntion most of their patients are of noble birth, a minor mistake could not be tolerated.
At best, they would be fined or demoted.
If they were unlucky and got involved in palace secrets, at worst they could lose their lives, with their entire families implicated.
He was sowhat fortunate, given that his father, Old Doctor Du, preceded him. When his father retired, he took over the position of Director of the Imperial dical Bureau.
He was deeply trusted by the Emperor.
He and the two deputy directors were sowhat better off, loyally serving His Majesty the Emperor, and were usually responsible only for the health of the Emperor and the Empress Dowager. Other concubines and princes and princesses with minor ailnts seldom required their attention.
Even though the Imperial Noble Consort is currently the foremost in the harem for this pregnancy, she is not the Empress. Moreover, the Imperial dical Bureau has specialists in obstetrics and pediatrics, so he was glad not to be involved.
However, since conceiving this child, the Imperial Noble Consort has had no peace, regularly having minor issues, leaving the several physicians responsible exhausted from running back and forth.
Last ti, the Imperial Noble Consort mistakenly consud food containing drugs causing miscarriage, experienced bleeding, and the fetus was almost not saved.
The obstetrics physicians almost pulled out their hair, not sleeping for days and nights, yet couldn’t stop the bleeding.
Everyone was scared for their lives, and the physicians thought their heads were not guaranteed.
Unexpectedly, the Imperial Noble Consort obtained a miraculous dicine from sowhere, saving both herself and the child.
After narrowly escaping danger, it was almost ti for the child to be born. Just when it seed like they had weathered the storm, the Imperial Noble Consort again complained about feeling uneasy, worried about the danger to the child in her womb.
When asked what was uncomfortable, she couldn’t specify.
Initially, fearing the sa scenario, the physicians rushed to take her pulse in a hurry, finding nothing wrong each ti.
The Imperial Noble Consort didn’t believe them and insisted on having almost every physician check her pulse, all asserting nothing was amiss.
The physicians suspected this was normal pre-birth jitters and consoled her to relax.
But unexpectedly, after a few days of peace, why has the turmoil started again?
Not just Du Zhongjing, but also the few physicians behind, showed frustration internally despite appearing calm.
The Imperial Noble Consort is too much trouble, repeatedly fussing, not fearing the misfortune of her child?
However, being the Emperor’s favorite, everyone respected her outwardly, suppressing their grievances.
Saying nothing, the physicians normally in charge of the Imperial Noble Consort and her child stepped forward to take her pulse.
A line of physicians queued to take her pulse, leaving only Du Zhongjing.
Du Zhongjing also stepped forward, and upon sitting down, t Wang Yongzhu’s gaze. Wang Yongzhu subtly shook her head, looking serious.
Du Zhongjing’s heart sank.
Hearing colleagues discuss, he thought perhaps the Imperial Noble Consort was acting spoiled.
But seeing Wang Yongzhu’s sign, he set aside his preconceived notions.
After carefully diagnosing for a while, he had the Imperial Noble Consort switch hands, took her other pulse extensively.
He then asked the attending palace attendants about the Imperial Noble Consort’s recent eating, sleeping, and living routines, enquiring thoroughly.
He asked the Imperial Noble Consort specifically where she felt discomfort in recent days.
After about fifteen minutes, the attendants in Changchun Palace and the previously diagnosing physicians grew anxious.
After Du Zhongjing finished his inquiry, he stepped aside.
Finally, the Imperial Noble Consort spoke, “Gentlen, have you diagnosed anything?”
The physicians all looked at Du Zhongjing. From their perspective, nothing seed wrong based on diagnosis, but the situation hinted otherwise.
Du Zhongjing sighed internally, knowing the gravity of the matter, fearing it was far from resolved.
Making a prompt decision, he knelt down, declared straightforwardly, “Reporting to Your Consort, I diagnose that both you and the child are healthy, but the child’s pulse varies, sotis strong, sotis weak. My ancestor encountered such a situation; this is due to the umbilical cord around the neck.”
“When the cord is loose, the child’s pulse is strong; when it’s too tight, the pulse weakens. The difference is subtle, hard to detect by ordinary ans.”
Upon hearing this, everyone understood imdiately.
Not only the attendants in Changchun Palace but even the physicians paled, nearly fainting.
As physicians, they were acutely aware of the terrifying danger of an umbilical cord around a fetus’s neck. The physician regularly checking the Imperial Noble Consort’s pulse collapsed directly, mumbling apologies, “I deserve death! I deserve death!”
One sowhat steadier physician regained composure, asking, “Director, if it’s one or two loops, with effort, a smooth delivery is still possible.”
Du Zhongjing closed his eyes briefly. If it were one or two loops, he wouldn’t need to apologize, “The child in your Consort’s womb has at least three loops!”
Upon these words, the physicians all knelt, speechless.
The Warm Pavilion’s atmosphere nearly solidified, everyone silent, not daring to breathe.
Finally, the sound of a whisk outside and the Little Eunuch’s announcent broke through the tension, “The Emperor arrives—”
The stagnant atmosphere suddenly ca to life. The Imperial Noble Consort supported herself to stand. Observing her difficulty, Wang Yongzhu promptly lent her a hand to help her up.
She exerted her strength with just the right asure, assisting the Imperial Noble Consort halfway up before she could exert herself.
The Imperial Noble Consort couldn’t help but glance at Wang Yongzhu a couple of tis, though naturally, her priority was to greet the Emperor first.
She said nothing more. When the palace maid tried to take over from Wang Yongzhu to support her, she instinctively clung to Wang Yongzhu’s arm.
Despite outward calm, she was inwardly restless and fearful.
Only beside Wang Yongzhu did she feel slightly relieved, particularly after Wang Yongzhu’s nonchalant supporting action gave her a strong sense of security.
The attending palace maid was baffled. Did the Wife of the Heir-Apparent cast a spell on their mistress? How could she trust her so implicitly on their first eting?
There was no ti to ponder; the sound of footsteps outside beca audible.
A dignified male voice followed, “What’s wrong with your mistress? Is she unwell? Didn’t I instruct you to attend to her carefully?”
With the voice, a tall man entered, none other than the current Emperor.
Instantly, everyone in the Warm Pavilion bowed deferentially in unison.
Even the Imperial Noble Consort, bearing a large belly, attempted to kneel.
Fortunately, the Emperor appeared to genuinely cherish the Imperial Noble Consort, rushing forward to support her hand, rebuking gently, “Didn’t I tell you to exempt from such formalities due to your condition? What if it affects the baby?”
Speaking, he tenderly assisted the Imperial Noble Consort back to her seat on the couch.
Settling down, he glanced around the Warm Pavilion, with an extended gaze on Wang Yongzhu, then noticing Du Zhongjing and the other physicians, his expression darkened. He leaned back, coolly demanding, “Speak, what’s going on?”
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