Rebirth: I'm a Daddy's Darling in the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 467 First, I am the imperial physician; second, I am the imperial physician.

The area around Changchun Garden was very open, with no houses for dozens of miles around, making it a perfect place for horseback riding. As for Yinzhuo, after running in the biting cold wind with his two younger brothers, Yintang and Yin'e, and a group of guards for a whole morning, he successfully caught a cold.

"Achoo! Dexi, quickly get me a handkerchief..."

Yinzhuo was quite ill this time, with all the symptoms of a cold: stuffy nose, runny nose, sneezing, fever, and muscle aches all over his body.

For the two days that Yinzhuo was ill, Kangxi's brows never relaxed. As soon as Yinzhuo sneezed, Kangxi, who was sitting not far from him, frowned even more. He turned his head to look at the basket full of silk handkerchiefs in front of Yinzhuo, and then looked at the imperial physician Wang standing to the side.

"Doctor Wang, he's been taking this medicine for two days now, but there's no sign of improvement. Look at how he's sneezing. If this doesn't work, you should adjust the prescription again..."

Hey, Your Majesty, haven't you heard the saying, "Illness comes like a landslide, but recovery is like pulling silk from a cocoon"? I've already told you I'm a human, not a god. How can I cure diseases instantly? You've only been taking medicine for two days, so why are you in such a hurry? And what do you mean by "no improvement at all"? Let's just say, has the fever gone down?

As the saying goes, a higher rank can have a crushing effect. Even if Physician Wang felt as bitter as gall, could he say anything? At this point, he could only resign himself to his fate, step forward to take Yinzhuo's pulse, and then adjust the prescription according to Kangxi's requirements.

As everyone knows, taking medicine has been a century-old problem that Yinzhuo has been unable to overcome for many years. Even though he has been in the Qing Dynasty for more than 20 years and has almost adapted to everything here, he still cannot get used to the shock of taste brought to him by the bitter medicine soup.

"Yinzhuo, stop dawdling and drink the medicine while it's hot. If you dare to secretly spit the medicine into the basket like you did yesterday, see how I deal with you."

Even though Emperor Kangxi spoiled Yinzhi, there was never any room for negotiation when it came to taking medicine. If Yinzhi angered him, Emperor Kangxi could really harden his heart and have someone hold Yinzhi down and force-feed him the medicine.

Now it was a matter of life and death, and since there was no escaping it, Yinzhu simply stopped struggling. He picked up the medicine bowl, brought it to his lips, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and swallowed the medicine in one gulp.

"Candied fruit, candied fruit, Dexi, hurry up and bring the candied fruit over..."

How could Dexi not know that his master was most afraid of taking medicine? He had already been waiting there with a plate of candied fruit when Yinzhuo picked up the medicine bowl. Upon hearing Yinzhuo's order, he immediately stuffed the small plate in his hand into his master's hand.

After chewing a piece of candied fruit for a long time, the bitter taste of medicine in his mouth was gradually replaced by the sweetness of the candied fruit. Only then did Yinzhu feel alive again. He put the small plate in his hand on the small table in front of him, slipped off the bed, and walked to Kangxi in his slippers to peek his head.

“Father, you’ve been here for two days now. My son’s fever has gone down and he’s fine. Why don’t you go back to Qingxi Study and rest for a while? Colds get more contagious as they go on. If you catch it from your son, he’ll be miserable…”

Kangxi is getting old now, and his health is not what it used to be. If he gets sick, he will naturally not recover as quickly as younger people like Yinzhuo. Yinzhuo himself is currently experiencing the discomfort of a cold, and naturally does not want his father to experience it as well.

Although Yinzhuo's words sounded very reasonable, as the saying goes, one knows one's own son's character best. Kangxi was genuinely worried about leaving Yinzhuo alone, because, in the absence of a tiger, the monkey becomes king.

"It's not impossible for me to go back to Qingxi Study. Here's what I'll do: I'll leave Wan Quan with you. His task is simple: just make sure you take your medicine every day..."

Yinzhuo had now resigned himself to his fate and had no objection to Kangxi's arrangement. He nodded obediently and beckoned Liang Jiugong to come over and help Kangxi back.

Although it is said that recovery from illness is like pulling silk from a cocoon, Yinzhu felt that his was being pulled out far too slowly. It had been almost ten days since the illness started, and he was still coughing terribly.

"Doctor Wang, let me ask you something. Do you have any medicine that works instantly after being taken? Look at my cough, it's like it's on vibrate mode. Does it look good?"

Putting aside whether it looks good or not, just look at how fluently you speak; it's clear your cough isn't as serious as you claim, and it's even working immediately! Tell me, is this some kind of family secret technique for making things difficult for the doctor?

"Your Highness, I know you are anxious, but let's not rush things. First of all, I am a doctor, and secondly, I am a doctor. I simply cannot produce any medicine that has an immediate effect..."

"Hmm, I understand. What you mean, old man, is that you shouldn't make things difficult for me, right?" Yinzhuo looked up at the Imperial Physician Wang, who had clearly given up, sighed helplessly, resignedly picked up the medicine bowl in front of him, took a breath, closed his eyes, and poured the medicine down his throat.

Although Physician Wang was not a god, he could definitely be called a divine doctor. Although his medicine did not have an immediate effect, after drinking the adjusted prescription for a few more days, Yinzhuo's cough symptoms were basically cured.

Yinzhuo had been cooped up in his room for more than ten days. Once he was free, he was in a frenzy. Have you ever seen Sun Wukong after he was rescued from under the Five Fingers Mountain? He looks exactly like that now. The guy is so lively that Kangxi once thought that his son's genes had mutated after his illness.

"Yinzuo, can you please find a place to sit down? You're making me dizzy just walking around like this. Liang Jiugong, go to the imperial kitchen and ask the imperial chefs to stew a bowl of bird's nest soup for your Sixth Prince. He's not only lost a lot of weight since his illness, but his complexion is also terrible. He needs to nourish himself more..."

Yinzhu had been suffering from a stuffy nose, cough, and sore throat for the past few days, so his appetite was naturally not good. He ate only to complete the task assigned to him by Kangxi. He forced himself to eat a few bites each day to get by. It would be strange if he didn't lose weight and his complexion was not good.

Although it is common knowledge that bird's nest is made from the saliva of swallows, it has not affected people's enthusiasm for this stuff. Although Yinzhuo did not like to drink it, he did not want to go against Kangxi's good intentions. So, he cleared his mind and did not think about anything, which made it possible for him to drink it.

“Father, please don’t let anyone cook this stuff for our son again. Chicken soup, duck soup, red date and white fungus soup, winter melon and pork rib soup… none of those are better than drinking this swallow’s saliva…”

To be honest, Yinzhuo was a bit of a mood killer. He had finished his bird's nest soup, but Kangxi had only drunk half of his cup. After Yinzhuo said that, Kangxi couldn't drink any more.