The Martial Doctor

Chapter 354: Chapter 320: Physician Lin Shows No Mercy

"Have you been drinking, and did you share a bed?" Lin Miao glanced coldly at Zhao Yuanze, putting down the wrist he was diagnosing, and said, "My friend, I can’t treat your condition. Perhaps you should seek someone more skilled."

"What? On what basis? You’re a physician, running a business, why won’t you treat me?" The stern tone made it hard for Zhao Yuanze to maintain his composure, and he couldn’t help but question angrily.

"Did I not tell you before that during treatment, no alcohol, no intimacy, for at least three months?" Lin Miao retorted.

Zhao Yuanze was momentarily speechless at these words. Indeed, during the first prescription Lin Miao gave him, he was warned about these precautions, and they were specially emphasized.

"Are you feeling better and just trying your luck?" Lin Miao easily saw through Zhao Yuanze’s thoughts.

Zhao Yuanze’s face turned grim. As the Crown Prince of Da Li, no one had ever belittled him like this. Even his father, the Emperor, when speaking harshly, would leave a little room for him.

But the present small physician dared to treat him this way.

Especially here in Li Jing, this small physician would have already been...

Zhao Yuanze’s breathing became rapid. At this moment, he was almost exploding with anger, but he couldn’t act out; this was his only chance, because this physician truly had skills.

"Someone like you, I won’t treat. When your illness doesn’t improve and you claim I’m incompetent, I’ve already warned you about abstaining from alcohol and abstinence. If you continue like this, even at your final breath, you won’t have any children." Lin Miao showed no regard for his pride.

A doctor is not just to soothe the patient; the illness will not go away just by appeasing you.

Sun Youwei had never seen Lin Miao treat a patient with such an attitude. On usual days, he was gentle and spoke kindly, demonstrating much patience.

Today, his sharpness and severity were rarely seen.

Beside them, the Crown Princess Consort Yuan, who had accompanied them, was also somewhat dumbfounded, scarcely having seen even the Emperor publicly scold her husband in this manner.

This small physician was truly leaving no face.

However, the skills of this small physician were indeed remarkable. Although she wasn’t seriously ill, after taking two doses of medicine, she clearly felt much lighter, especially during the night, where her sleep improved greatly—before, she would toss and turn, finding it hard to sleep.

The Imperial Pharmacy’s physicians all claimed rich experience and excellent medical skills, yet they never solved the issue.

Their skills were not even a match for this seemingly teenage physician.

Of course, this small physician wasn’t an ordinary one; he had passed the ’Road to Saints’ trial and assessment, and someone like him, as long as they didn’t die prematurely, would surely hold a place in the history of medicine.

Zhao Yuanze’s face flushed, alternating between red and white. If it weren’t for this being his last desperate attempt, with his usual temperament, he would have stormed off, never setting foot in this consultation point again.

"Junior brother..."

Sun Youwei’s call of "junior brother" eased the awkward atmosphere, offering Zhao Yuanze a moment to think and compose himself.

"Don’t think I don’t know what you do in private. As soon as I take your pulse, I know everything." Lin Miao continued, "If you want me to treat you again, and if you want a child, you must listen to me, or else, take the door on your left, and don’t come back."

"If I do everything you say, can you guarantee I will have a child?"

"I’m a physician, not a deity. For you two to have a child, it’s up to your efforts. I can only ensure your bodies are in optimal condition."

"How long?"

"As I already told you, at least half a year, and no intimacy for three months. Even after three months, any intimacy must be under my guidance."

"What?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanze felt instant anger rise to his head.

"Why are you so agitated? Do you know when is the best time for your wife to conceive? With your current body, even if treated, it’s just two to three times a month at best..."

Lin Miao glanced sideways calmly at Zhao Yuanze and asked back.

Modern people have long known the best timing for conception, but the problem is, these ’ancient’ people didn’t know.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanze, though doubtful of Lin Miao’s words — thinking, you who have not yet married are speaking so convincingly, how can I believe you?

But he had discreetly inquired from others; many couples who had been childless for years consulted him, and not long after, they conceived.

Initially, he thought these were deliberately spread false rumors, but after personal investigation, it was indeed true.

This Lin not only was called "Master Lin" but also the "Child-giving Physician," even assisting pregnant women in delivery without fail; no matter how complex the birth was, each one resulted in the safety of the mother and child.

He was almost becoming legendary.

Yuan was anxious too, fearing her husband might not bear it and leave directly, putting her at stake. Without an heir, she, as the Crown Princess Consort, bore the greatest pressure.

Even later, when the Eastern Palace had taken in many embroiderers and concubines, all of whom failed to bear any fruit, she still found it hard to let go.

The incident of Consort Yi’s "voodoo curse" provided them with an excuse, offering some relief from the pressure.

But nearly two years had passed since then, and none of the women in the Eastern Palace had shown any sign of pregnancy.

Of course, the Crown Prince’s inadequacy was one reason, but who dared to point it out? No one even had the courage to mention it.

It was the man’s "Achilles’ heel," after all.

"Ah Ze, calm down. Since we are here, let’s listen to the physician," Yua said lightly, tugging on Crown Prince Zhao Yuanze’s sleeve.

Given a way out, Zhao Yuanze muttered under his breath, and sat down again. "Fine, I’ll trust you this time. From today, I’ll abstain from sex and alcohol, and follow your arrangements completely."

"Whether you want your life or a child, that’s your own business. As a doctor, I have to give my advice, but whether you listen or not is up to you. Your wife is so understanding; you should cherish having such a good wife..."

Zhao Yuanze felt a pang of conscience and looked at the Crown Princess Consort with some shame. In truth, he was quite satisfied with the Crown Princess Consort. She had been chosen for him by his mother, the Empress. Although she was from a humble family, she was well-read, knew when to advance and retreat, and was good at managing finances, a great help to him. Without Consort Yuan, the finances of the Eastern Palace would have been in dire straits by now.

"Once you get used to it, I suppose it will be hard to change. Your lady yields to you in every way, so to show your determination, consider having surgery," Lin Miao said calmly.

"Surgery? What kind of surgery?"

"Do you know why you finish too quickly each time?" Lin Miao unashamedly disclosed the Crown Prince’s private matter in front of Yua.

"What did you say? Who finishes quickly?" Zhao Yuanze felt humiliated.

"You’ve lived so many years but never really enjoyed a man’s true pleasure. Your life sounds quite a failure. Let this physician enlighten you a bit..."

Lin Miao took Zhao Yuanze to a room in the back courtyard, and gave him a physiological lesson in a small room.

This was like opening the doors to a new world for Zhao Yuanze. Although the palace matrons had instructed him after he came of age, their teachings were basic. The rest was left for the Crown Prince to figure out himself.

What Lin Miao explained was shocking to him, making him realize how wrong he had been, even to an absurd extent.

"Surgery can help you abstain for a while because there is a recovery period, lasting at least two months. Even if you want to, you won’t be able to. If you continue like this, you won’t live long. Your wife is still young, and you wouldn’t want her to remarry after your death, right?"

Zhao Yuanze twitched his mouth. Even if he died, the Crown Princess Consort couldn’t remarry. But if he failed to ascend to the throne, the Crown Princess Consort’s fate would indeed be terrible, and unpredictable things could happen.

"If you decide to do it, I can arrange it for you now. The surgery is simple; you can leave once it’s done. Just pay attention to hygiene and diet, and sleep separately from your wife for now. It’s that simple," Lin Miao said.

"Is it really as good as you say?" Zhao Yuanze gritted his teeth and asked.

"The condition is severely affecting your wife’s chances of pregnancy. If the procedure isn’t done, the seed can’t enter, so don’t blame me for speaking harshly," Lin Miao chuckled.

After a fierce internal struggle, Zhao Yuanze gritted his teeth, "Fine, I’ll do it. Mr. Lin, do the surgery now."

"Alright, no problem. Sign the surgery consent form first. Although there’s little risk, we still need the proper procedures," Lin Miao handed over a "surgery consent form."

"What else do you want me to sign..."

Crown Prince Zhao Yuanze stared at the "surgery consent form" in his hand, wide-eyed. It was full of risk disclosures and disclaimers. Signing it seemed like making himself irrelevant.

"It’s just for the record, proving I’ve informed you of the potential risks. It doesn’t affect the compensation for surgical failure, so no worries; the authorities don’t acknowledge it," Lin Miao explained.

"You say the authorities don’t acknowledge it, yet you want me to sign it?"

"Though the authorities don’t recognize it, I have to do it. I can’t hide the surgical risk from my patients; it would betray medical ethics."

"If I don’t sign, you won’t do the surgery?"

"Correct."

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"Do you want to sign it or not?"

Zhao Yuanze hesitated for a long time and ultimately sighed. He’d come this far; could he back out now? Gritting his teeth, he signed "Zhao Ze."

"Nice handwriting. Okay, wait a moment. Once I finish with my morning patients, I’ll perform the surgery for you," Lin Miao said.

"Hmm," Zhao Yuanze mumbled.