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Chapter 278 Wu Anshuo's Suspicion

At this moment, the court physician slowly withdrew his pulse-taking hand, his brows furrowed slightly, his face filled with solemnity. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and then bowed to Wu Anshuo. His tone was serious and somewhat worried as he said, "My Lord, your injury is the result of an exacerbated external injury. The injury is located in your spine, making the situation quite difficult. If the injury had been properly treated promptly, it might not have been so serious. However, you failed to provide timely treatment, causing the injury to worsen. Now it has affected the circulation of Qi and blood, causing great damage to your body. I am not sure."

Wu Anshuo's expectant eyes dimmed once more after hearing what the court doctor said. This wasn't the first time he'd heard such words. A subtle flash of despair crossed his eyes, and then he closed them again, powerlessly. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the bitterness in his heart choked his throat.

Mrs. Fan, who was standing by, heard the doctor's words and saw the Marquis in this state. She was extremely worried and asked anxiously, "Doctor Sun, how serious is the Marquis's condition now? You need to find a solution."

Doctor Sun looked at Wu Anshuo, not sure whether the Marquis would be willing to let others know about his current condition, so he did not directly answer Fan's question for a while.

Seeing that Doctor Sun didn't answer her questions, Fan's unease intensified. Anxiety surged like a surging tide, her face gradually turning pale, and her eyes reddened unconsciously. She urgently called out again, "Doctor Sun, please tell me! What is the Marquis's current situation? You've been in the mansion for many years, and we've treated you well. You must think of a solution!" As Fan spoke, she gazed at Doctor Sun with a burning gaze. Her trembling voice betrayed her inner helplessness and fear. Her eyes were filled with pleading as she looked at Doctor Sun eagerly, hoping for a reassuring answer.

Doctor Sun looked embarrassed and raised his eyes to Wu Anshuo. At this moment, Wu Anshuo opened his eyes and looked at Mrs. Fan. He sighed slightly and hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking, "Madam, there's no need to embarrass Doctor Sun. I know my own injuries well." His voice was low and hoarse, yet it contained a soothing tone, trying to calm Mrs. Fan's panic.

Then, Wu Anshuo turned his gaze to Doctor Sun, his eyes were deep, making it difficult to discern his emotions. He said slowly, "Doctor Sun, just do your best."

Physician Sun bowed respectfully once more, and said sincerely but somewhat shamefully, "My Lord, although my medical skills are limited, there should be experts among the palace physicians who are proficient in treating this kind of symptoms. Why don't you seek help from His Majesty?"

Wu Anshuo hummed softly and nodded slightly. His expression seemed calm but revealed a hint of helplessness. "I know. Please treat it according to your method first."

Upon seeing this, the court physician quickly packed up his equipment, placing all the herbs and needles neatly in place. He then carried his medical box and bowed to Wu Anshuo again, "Then I will go down and write a prescription and give the medicine to the housekeeper."

Wu Anshuo nodded. The court physician, carrying his medical case, exited the inner hall. Fan, standing nearby, overheard the conversation between Wu Anshuo and the court physician. From their words and the oppressive atmosphere, she keenly sensed that the Marquis's condition must be extremely serious. However, it seemed the Marquis would not speak the truth. She quietly signaled to Nanny Chen, who was beside her, to quietly follow the court physician.

Nanny Chen had followed Mrs. Fan for many years, and the two of them had a tacit understanding. She understood each other immediately, and calmly took small steps out of the inner room and followed.

After the court physician left, Wu Anshuo felt as if all his strength had been drained from him, leaning limply against the headboard of the bed. He thought to himself, "Of course I know there must be experts in this area among the imperial physicians. I've been thinking about this since I was in the northern border." Now, he could only wait for His Majesty to personally inquire about the attack on the military rations, and then ask for His Majesty's mercy.

At this time, after everyone had left, Fan could no longer suppress her inner grief, and tears burst out like a flood. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief, trying her best to suppress her sobs; she slowly moved her feet to Wu Anshuo's bedside and sat down gently and carefully. She looked at Wu Anshuo with concern, tears in her eyes, and asked with a choked voice: "My Lord, what happened? I saw that Feng'er's leg seemed to be injured earlier. How did it happen? Aren't you going to transport grain? Why are you going to the battlefield?"

Wu Anshuo looked at Fan, his eyes full of fatigue and vicissitudes. He was silent for a moment, as if considering how to start, and finally said slowly: "Something unexpected happened during the transportation of grain. Feng'er and I are lucky to have survived." He deliberately avoided detailed descriptions and just summarized it in this general way. A trace of imperceptible complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

"I can't say much about this. Feng'er and I have been away from home for so long. Is everything going on back home? What's happening in the capital?" He changed the subject at the right moment. Originally, if they were simply delivering military rations, they would have returned safely in two or three months at most. But who could have predicted that complications would arise along the way, delaying them for over half a year? After being away from the capital for so long, he needed to know about some of the happenings there.

Upon hearing this, Fan raised her handkerchief and gently wiped the tears welling up from her eyes. Trying to calm herself, she began to recount to Wu Anshuo the events of her time in the capital. From Consort Zhang's demotion to Consort Zhang, the Second Prince's replacement as his successor, the reinstatement of the imperial selection next year, to Jin'an's marriage, and so on. The more Wu Anshuo listened, the more alarmed he became. He had only been away from the capital for a few short months, yet he had no idea so many earth-shattering events had unfolded. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "This year has truly been a turbulent one!"

After hearing all this, Wu Anshuo's brows knitted together, and he couldn't help but become suspicious. He knew very well that nothing in this world happens without a reason. Such a concentrated and major incident must have a myriad of connections behind it. Could it be that all this was carefully planned and secretly manipulated by the Third Prince? The Second Prince's power is now obviously being weakened step by step. In this situation, isn't the one who benefits the most the Third Prince who has been waiting for an opportunity? Jin'an was granted marriage to the Huguo family. Could this also be his secret plan for Jin'an? You know, in the original plan, Changfeng was supposed to marry Jin'an. What kind of power struggle is hidden behind this change?