The system takes the poor cub to find his father

The curtains were hanging lightly, isolating the dragon bed from the outside world.

Inside the tent, Ming Jiang's young face was watching with curiosity and innocence; outside the tent, Wang Weian, the director of the Imperial Hospital, dared not breathe, staring at the little cub in the tent with his eyes wide open.

Only Fu Ling, who was standing beside him, had a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Prior to this, the director of the Imperial Hospital, Wang Weian, and Fu Ling were allowed to enter the palace.

The moment he entered the palace, he was overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere. The palace servants all lowered their heads, stood by with frowns, and even breathed lightly.

The majestic monarch sat on the throne with a gloomy face. The two of them had been immersed in this palace for a long time. In such a scene, even if they were dull, they knew that something must have happened.

"Your Majesty, all is well." They quickly gathered their minds, looked at their noses with their eyes, and their hearts with their noses, and bowed respectfully to greet him.

"Get up." Ming Yunqi's voice showed no emotion.

"Wang Weian, go check him out. He might have twisted his foot while bathing just now. Check carefully to see if any bones are injured."

As he spoke, Ming Yunqi raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the bed.

Wang Weian, who was called, quickly responded, "Yes, I will diagnose the pulse of this noble man right away."

"Noble?" When Ming Yunqi heard this title, his brows slightly frowned, and a barely perceptible strangeness flashed in his eyes.

Wang Weian looked at the layers of curtains, a hint of mischief flashed across his eyes.

Your Majesty has never been interested in women. Now, could it be that he has finally come to his senses and has favored a certain beauty?

Thinking of this, he secretly wondered which noble lady could have won the attention and love of His Majesty.

Fu Ling, who was standing aside, saw everything Wang Weian was thinking. He raised his eyebrows, a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he said nothing.

He knew the emperor's temper very well. Based on his understanding of the emperor, today's matter might not be that simple. Wang Yuanzheng might be disappointed. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the curtain.

If I'm not mistaken, the person inside should be the little prince.

Wang Weian walked forward slowly, and just as he was about to reach out to lift the curtain, he suddenly seemed to remember something, hesitated for a moment, took a half step back, and said softly:

"Please stretch out your arm so that I can feel your pulse."

Ming Jiang, who was inside the curtain, held her chubby chin with her little hand, her head slightly tilted, with a hint of confusion in her big black eyes.

He couldn't understand what the old man with a white beard was mumbling.

Taking your pulse? Are you trying to diagnose yourself?

Ming Jiang was also somewhat curious about how they treated patients.

In his understanding, diagnosis is based on breath and face reading, but these people can diagnose illnesses through arms? He became more and more curious, is this old man outside better than himself?

With this in mind, Ming Jiang's bright eyes sparkled with anticipation. She cooperated by stretching out her chubby, lotus-like arms from the gap in the curtain, staring at Wang Weian outside the curtain intently.

Wang Weian lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at the arm. He just squinted his eyes, stretched out his old fingers, carefully covered the arm with a white handkerchief, and then gently probed upward through the handkerchief.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Wang Weian's expression changed slightly, his eyes full of surprise.

This pulse...what's going on?

This is definitely not a woman's pulse!

When touched, the pulse was smooth, lively and full of vitality, clearly the pulse of a young child!

Your Majesty... he wouldn't do such a cruel thing, right?

Wang Weian's face was full of confusion and disbelief, and his expression became very complicated.

Ming Yunqi walked over to Wang Weian after he checked Ming Jiang's pulse. Seeing Wang Weian's hesitation to speak, his heart sank, thinking that Ming Jiang's body was really in a serious condition. His gaze towards Wang Weian became sharper, like a cold light:

"Is there anything wrong? Speak up!"

“Your Majesty, judging from the pulse of this nobleman, he is in very good health. The pulse is strong and powerful, without any obvious tightness or astringency. He should be fine, but…” Wang Weian paused here, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

"Just what? How can you be so hesitant? Just say it if you have something to say!" Ming Yunqi looked impatient and his voice was a little colder.

"But judging from the pulse, this noble man... he should be a child!" Wang Weian secretly complained in his heart:

Your Majesty, Your Majesty, how could there be a baby on the dragon bed?

What are you doing... He looked at Ming Yunqi with a hint of condemnation in his eyes unconsciously.

Ming Yunqi was furious when he saw this. Although he didn't know what Wang Weian was thinking, looking at his expression, the old man must have misunderstood.

Just as Ming Yunqi was about to open his mouth to explain, a pair of chubby little hands gently lifted the curtain to open a gap, and a round little head poked out, and a childish voice sounded: "Father, I also want to learn how to take a pulse!"

Wang Weian completely forgot to avoid suspicion at this moment, his eyes instantly widened, like copper bells, staring straight at the soft and cute little dumpling. The little dumpling's face was somewhat similar to His Majesty, and there was an innate agility and nobility between his eyebrows.

Wang Weian rubbed his eyes subconsciously, wondering if he was hallucinating. But the soft and sticky little dumpling was still in front of him, looking at him with sparkling eyes, and the word "father" echoed in his ears.

"Grandpa, can you teach me how to take a pulse?" Ming Jiang looked at the gray-bearded Wang Weian and felt inexplicably close to him. In his eyes, Wang Weian was like an old tree in the valley that had experienced the vicissitudes of time, exuding a reassuring atmosphere.

"I am not worthy of being addressed as Your Highness. I am so embarrassed." Wang Weian was shocked by Ming Jiang's honorific and broke into a cold sweat. He bowed and apologized hurriedly. "If Your Highness wants to know anything, just ask me. I will tell you everything I know."

"Don't your feet hurt now?" Ming Yunqi felt a little jealous when he saw the old and the young getting along so well.

Thinking back to when he usually interacted with the little cub, the little cub was very wary of him, but now he was so close to Wang Weian, whom he met for the first time.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently push Ming Jiang's little head back, then pulled the quilt over and wrapped the naked little guy tightly.

Ming Jiang's cheeks flushed. She let Ming Yunqi do what he wanted and said obediently:

"I'm sorry, Father, for making you worry. My feet don't hurt anymore."

Ming Yunqi looked at Ming Jiang suspiciously, the worry in his eyes still not completely gone:

"Let the director check it again, so I can feel at ease." He didn't realize that in front of this little cub, he had unconsciously stopped referring to himself as "I".

At this time, he was no longer the decisive and high-handed monarch.

He is just an ordinary father who cares deeply about his children.