vstars Chapter 321 The cause of this disease has not yet been found.
Chapter 321 The cause of this disease has not yet been found.
Inside the Ninth Prince's mansion, the doctor was sitting by Jin Cheng's small bed, intently taking his pulse.
Jincheng lay on the soft bedding, his little hands waving unconsciously, making babbling sounds.
Murong Han stood to the side, his eyes fixed on the doctor's every move. Watching this scene, a strong sense of déjà vu washed over him, and he froze, at a loss, his face filled with confusion and bewilderment.
At this moment, Lin Qianqian gently said to the doctor, "Doctor, thank you for your help." Her eyes were full of worry and concern, and her brows were slightly furrowed.
The doctor quickly stood up and respectfully replied, "Your Highness, please rest assured."
Huan'er, standing to the side, was filled with worry and heartache, her eyes slightly red, biting her lower lip as she looked at Jincheng's pitiful appearance, feeling reluctant to part with him.
Seeing this, Lin Qianqian gently embraced Huan'er, patted her shoulder, and silently comforted her.
Murong Yi appeared beside Murong Han at some point, gently tugged at his sleeve, and called out, "Fifth Brother~" Murong Han slowly turned his head, glanced at him, said nothing, and then silently lowered his head, his brows furrowed, as if he were deep in thought, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
After taking the pulse, the doctor frowned deeply, looking at Lin Qianqian and Murong Han with a worried expression. He said in a deep voice, "Young Master's erythema seems to be more serious than before. Previously, it was only on his back, but now it has spread all over his body."
"Oh? What should we do, Your Highness?" Upon hearing this, Huan'er's face paled instantly, her eyes quickly reddened, and her voice trembled with tears as she desperately looked to Lin Qianqian for help.
Lin Qianqian gently patted Huan'er's arm, softly comforting her, "Huan'er, don't worry." Then, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, looked at the doctor with worry and expectation in her eyes, and asked, "Is there any way to cure this?"
The doctor slowly shook his head, stroked his beard, his expression grave, and sighed deeply, "Alas, Your Highness, forgive my incompetence. This illness is a congenital condition passed down to the young master from his father. With my current knowledge, I have not yet found a way to completely cure it. For now, I can only use methods such as medicinal baths and ointments to temporarily alleviate the young master's symptoms. However, it is truly difficult to predict when it will recur and how severe it will be."
Murong Han's already tense expression grew even more gloomy. He stared intently at the doctor, trying to find a glimmer of hope in his face, but all he saw was helplessness and apology.
Murong Yi stood to the side, her face also full of worry, glancing at Jin Cheng on the bed from time to time.
Upon hearing the doctor's words, Lin Qianqian swayed slightly, a hint of despair flashing across her face. But she quickly rallied and spoke with difficulty, "Doctor, please do try to think of another way. Whatever it may be, as long as it can help Jincheng, please tell me."
Upon hearing Lin Qianqian's plea, the doctor sighed, but still bowed respectfully, his expression solemn, and said firmly, "I will do my utmost!"
Having said that, he moved to the table, and as usual, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote densely packed characters on the prescription, each stroke seemingly carrying the hopes of everyone. After writing the prescription, the doctor handed it to Lin Qianqian with both hands, bowed slightly, and took his leave, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance until it vanished at the end of the Prince's mansion's long corridor.
As soon as the doctor left, Huan'er's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Her face was filled with despair and helplessness, tears welling up in her eyes. She staggered, grabbing the table for support, and looked at Lin Qianqian, her voice trembling with sobs: "Your Highness..."
Lin Qianqian quickly stepped forward, firmly supporting Huan'er with both hands, and gently comforted her, "Huan'er, don't worry, there's always a way out, we'll definitely find a solution."
Murong Han stood silently to the side, his brows furrowed as if he were frantically thinking. Suddenly, he looked up sharply, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and slowly spoke, his voice tinged with disbelief: "So, this child... really is my child?"
Everyone was taken aback by the sudden question, and the room fell silent instantly.
Murong Han stared in disbelief. Finally, his gaze fell on Murong Yi, as if he wanted to get a positive answer from him.
Murong Yi nodded slightly and replied, "Mm."
Murong Han then turned his gaze to Huan'er, his eyes filled with complex emotions—doubt, inquiry, and an indescribable feeling.
Huan'er made brief eye contact with him, and like a startled fawn, she immediately lowered her head humbly and pursed her lips, seemingly trying her best to hide her inner panic.
Seeing this, Lin Qianqian gently patted Huan'er's back, silently comforting her.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Qianqian looked at Murong Han, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes, and asked urgently, "Fifth Prince, do you also have these symptoms? Then, do you have a way to resolve the cause of the illness?" Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to Murong Han.
Murong Han paused slightly, a look of reminiscence appearing on his face, and slowly said, "When I was a child, this ailment would flare up when I was in a bad mood or angry. Every time it flared up, my whole body would itch terribly, as if a million tiny insects were biting me, which was really unbearable."
He frowned slightly, as if recalling the painful feeling he had experienced before. He paused and continued, "Back then, the doctor would always prescribe some ointment to apply, which would relieve the symptoms. After applying the ointment, I would gradually get better. So many years have passed, and I thought that the disease had completely left me and would never recur. Who would have thought that it would relapse again not long ago?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian and Huan'er exchanged glances, while Murong Yiye met his gaze and listened quietly.
Murong Han shook his head helplessly, sighed, and looked at Jin Cheng on the bed. His eyes were full of solemnity and worry. "His symptoms now are exactly the same as when I had my first attack. Over the years, I have visited many famous doctors, but I still haven't found a way to cure this disease. Even the cause of this disease is still a mystery."