Dongfang Heng casually waved his hand, and the Southern Frontier Ghost Doctor's fingers brushed past his sleeve without touching him at all: "The Ghost Doctor wants to examine me!"
"Yes!" The Ghost Doctor looked at his empty hand and raised an eyebrow. He had practiced medicine for many years and treated countless powerful people. Very few people could avoid his pulse diagnosis. The Azure Flame War God was indeed worthy of his reputation and was different from others.
"Please, Ghost Doctor!" Dongfang Heng lifted his robe and sat elegantly on the mahogany chair in the main seat, his jade-like fingers gently resting on the white pulse pillow.
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang lowered his eyelids, slowly walked forward, and sat opposite Dongfang Heng. He gently pinched Dongfang Heng's wrist with two fingers, feeling the slow pulse beneath his fingers. A look of seriousness flashed deep in his eyes: "The Prince's heart ailment is already very serious..."
"Is there any way to cure him?" Shen Lixue asked urgently. The divine physician had long ago determined that Dongfang Heng only had three months to live. They invited the ghost doctor from the Southern Frontier because they had a sliver of hope that he could cure the disease and save the person.
The Southern Frontier Doctor carefully took the pulse, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper: "The Prince's heart ailment has been delayed for too long, and he has repeatedly fought with others, using his internal energy, which has damaged his heart meridian. It will be difficult for him to recover!"
"The Ghost Doctor means there is still hope for a cure!" Shen Lixue sat down next to Dongfang Heng, her slender fingers gently grasping the pulse of his other wrist. His illness was indeed very serious, and the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang hadn't said anything definitive, so there was definitely hope.
Dongfang Heng smiled faintly, neither sad nor happy, calm and composed, as if whether or not the illness could be cured was within his expectations.
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang withdrew his hand, looked at Dongfang Heng's face, and frowned even more: "There is hope, but the method is very special!"
"What method?" Shen Lixue's gaze sharpened.
"Heart transplant!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang uttered these two words with a mixture of ease and solemnity.
"A heart transplant?" Shen Lixue was taken aback. She had guessed that the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang's methods would be very special, but she did not expect it to be a heart transplant.
In modern times, with advanced medical technology, doctors can use the most advanced machines and equipment to perform heart transplants for patients with heart problems. But in ancient times, there were no such advanced instruments, yet the ghost doctor from the southern border was able to perform a heart transplant for Dongfang Heng.
“Prince An’s heart meridian is severely damaged. Even the finest medicine cannot completely heal his heart. The only solution is to replace his soon-to-stop heartbeat with a normal one.” The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang spoke slowly and deliberately, his face solemn.
"How confident is the Ghost Doctor in performing a heart transplant?" Heart transplant surgery is difficult and complex. Modern doctors have advanced equipment to assist them, but sometimes they still fail. In ancient times, there was nothing like that. They could only rely on the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang's own hands. Whether it succeeded or not depended entirely on his ability.
"As long as I find a heart that is a perfect match for Prince An, I am fully confident that I will succeed on the first try!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang said with a hint of arrogance, full of confidence.
“A perfectly matched heart is hard to find!” Just like in ancient times, people die unexpectedly every day. Finding a heart is not difficult, but finding a heart that is a perfect match for Dongfang Heng from the vast sea of people is not so simple.
"Don't worry, I'm fine!" Dongfang Heng held Shen Lixue's small hand in return, smiling gently, as if offering silent comfort.
"Tell Cousin Yan and the Fifth Prince to keep a close eye on things during their patrols. They should be able to find a suitable heart soon!" Dongfang Heng's condition is very serious and cannot be delayed any longer.
"Master!" Accompanied by a sweet female voice, a young woman dressed in a pink begonia-patterned Xiang dress entered the living room carrying a tray. Her bright face was beautiful and charming, her dark eyes were bright and clear, and the long tassels at her waist danced lightly in the wind, reflecting the warm sunlight outside the door. She was like a beautiful fairy who had stepped out of a painting. In the blink of an eye, one's soul was taken away.
"Is the tea ready?" A fragrant aroma of tea wafted over, and the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang looked at the teapot on the tray, his tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxing.
"Yes, Master, please try it!" The beautiful woman smiled gently, picked up an empty cup from the table, and elegantly poured tea. The pale yellow tea, like nectar, slowly flowed into the white porcelain cup, and in an instant, a strange fragrance quickly filled the entire room.
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and nodded repeatedly with a faint smile on his lips: "Not bad, not bad, Ling'er's tea is getting better and better!"
"Thank you for the compliment, Master!" The woman smiled slightly, her beauty captivating.
Shen Lixue raised an eyebrow, not expecting that the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang would bring along a beautiful female disciple to take care of his meals when he went out to treat patients.
When she and Dongfang Heng entered the living room, the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang frowned upon smelling the tea. He didn't like the tea from the Holy King's Mansion. This tea was extremely fragrant, completely different from the light tea served to guests at the Holy King's Mansion. No wonder he couldn't get used to it.
A faint chill permeated the air, and the room temperature gradually dropped. Bai Ling'er looked up and saw a man dressed in a white robe with cloud and python patterns sitting in an elegant mahogany chair. He was noble, elegant, and incomparably handsome.
He must be the patient that Master is going to treat, Prince Qingyan An, Dongfang Heng.
"Your Highness!" Bai Ling'er smiled slightly, poured a cup of hot tea, and handed it to Dongfang Heng. Her bright eyes were beautiful and captivating. "This is a medicinal tea made from a blend of various herbs. Drinking it regularly can strengthen the body and prolong life!"
"I don't like tea that's too strong!" Dongfang Heng bluntly rejected Bai Ling'er's offer, his tone indifferent, without even glancing at the tea.
Bai Ling'er's smile froze for a moment before returning to normal. She looked at Shen Lixue and asked, "Does the princess like fragrant tea?"
"I like light tea!" Shen Lixue doesn't like overly strong aromas. The taste of this tea already made her frown, so how could she possibly drink a stronger one?
"Li Xue!" Dongfang Heng poured a cup of tea and handed it to Shen Li Xue.
"Thank you!" Shen Lixue accepted the tea, drank it all in one gulp, and the faint fragrance lingered on her lips and teeth, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
Turning her head, she saw Bai Ling'er holding the cup of fragrant tea that no one was drinking, her eyes somewhat dim. She smiled slightly and said, "Miss Ling'er, would you like to try some plain tea?"
"Thank you, Princess. Ling'er prefers fragrant tea!" Bai Ling'er smiled gently, raised her left arm, and let her long sleeve hang down, covering half of her face below her nose. She held the teacup in her right hand and brought it to her lips. When she took it out, the full teacup was now empty.
Shen Lixue smiled slightly, her demeanor gentle and charming. She even covered her mouth with her sleeve while drinking tea, truly a model of a well-bred young lady.
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang leisurely finished his tea, his eyes gleaming: "Your Highness, your heart has reached its limit. If you don't get treatment soon, you'll die in a few days at most!"
Shen Lixue frowned: "The chances of finding a suitable heart in just a few days are very slim!"
"I've created a unique silver needle technique, which, combined with medicine, can help the Prince last for half a month!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang chuckled, taking out a set of silver needles from his sleeve and handing them to Bai Ling'er: "First, use the acupuncture technique I recently taught you to prick the Prince's acupoints..."
"Yes!" Bai Ling'er took the silver needle pouch, looked at Dongfang Heng, smiled gently, and a faint light flickered in the depths of her eyes: "Please, Your Highness!"
When it comes to acupuncture, you have to take off your clothes, so you can't do it in the living room. You have to go to the bedroom and lie on the bed.
Shen Lixue frowned. Bai Ling'er's every move was elegant and noble, making it impossible to look away, and her appearance was so beautiful and charming...
A sudden pain shot through her hand, snapping Shen Lixue back to reality. She looked up at the culprit, but Dongfang Heng gave her a reassuring look, followed by a secret telepathic message: "I won't let other women get close, don't be jealous!"
Shen Lixue was taken aback, then realized that she had been frowning because she was thinking about Bai Ling'er's identity, but Dongfang Heng thought she was jealous of other women getting close to him.
“Li Xue also knows about acupuncture, and I am used to her performing acupuncture on me. If you don’t know, let Miss Bai explain from outside, and let Li Xue perform acupuncture on me!” Her fair little hands were soft and delicate. Dongfang Heng wrapped them in his big hands and quietly tightened his grip.
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang frowned deeply, his eyes filled with displeasure: "How can my unique acupuncture method be passed on to outsiders?" Bai Ling'er explained that Shen Lixue's acupuncture was indirectly allowing Shen Lixue to learn the acupuncture method.
"Could the Ghost Doctor personally administer acupuncture to me?" Dongfang Heng asked softly, neither in a hurry nor annoyed.
“Prince An’s heart ailment is very serious. Until a suitable heart is found, he must receive acupuncture every day. Ling’er has followed me for many years and has mastered my true teachings. There are few people in the world who can compare to her. Why doesn’t the prince want her to receive acupuncture?” The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang frowned in confusion again.
"I cannot stand the strong smell of medicine!" Dongfang Heng said indifferently.