The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law-Chapter 980 - 974: Don’t Touch the Belly

Beside her, a Madam hurriedly said, "Madam Princess, you should go and see. It would be best if nothing happened to King Jin."

Lin Qianqing nodded and took a few steps with the maid before turning back to address the other Madams: "Madams, I am truly sorry."

"No worries, there will be other chances to enjoy the flowers," the Madams replied in unison.

Lin Qianqing called Long Luo and said, "Please see the Madams out."

"Madam Princess, we take your leave."

"We take our leave!"

The flower viewing party ultimately could not conclude smoothly because King Jin fell ill suddenly. Everyone else was sent away, and naturally, Gu Youyou, being a doctor, was brought by Lin Qianqing to treat King Jin.

As it happened, a doctor with good medical skills was just at the residence, and it would have been unjustifiable not to treat the host.

Meanwhile, Gu Youyou was also curious about what ailment King Jin had contracted that had suddenly left him in unbearable abdominal pain.

Before entering the study, Gu Youyou heard a man crying out in pain.

Following Lin Qianqing swiftly inside, they saw a group of servants gathered around a soft couch in the study, where King Jin, lying and clutching his stomach, was screaming.

Lin Qianqing hurried forward, worryingly asked, "Prince, what has happened to you?"

"Cousin, Sister Lin, I... I am in unbearable abdominal pain, I fear I might not survive."

Lin Qianqing did not quite like it when King Jin addressed her as ’Princess’ or ’beloved wife,’ and gradually, King Jin had come to understand this. Thus, whenever he wanted to please her, he would address her as ’cousin’ or ’Sister Lin,’ as they had before their marriage.

"Don’t talk for now, my cousin happens to be here, let her take a look at you." Lin Qianqing saw King Jin sweating profusely from pain and quickly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

A perceptive maid brought a small stool for Lin Qianqing to sit on and also brought one for Gu Youyou.

Gu Youyou sat in front of the soft couch and first checked King Jin’s pulse.

From the pulse, King Jin’s pulse was strong, composed and moderate, neither floating nor sinking, neither slow nor rapid, neither fine nor overflowing, rhythmically even. This was a typical even pulse; he was very healthy.

But now, he was showing signs of constipation. His broad forehead bulged with veins, and sweat beads appeared; clearly, he was enduring great pain.

This made Gu Youyou doubt her pulse-reading skills for the first time.

Of course, not all ailments could be diagnosed through pulse-reading alone; Gu Youyou habitually started by taking pulses to have a preliminary understanding before she started asking the patient about their condition.

She withdrew her hand and asked King Jin, "Your Highness, may I ask where exactly it hurts?"

"My... my stomach," King Jin said with difficulty.

Stomach?

Gu Youyou extended her hand to press gently on King Jin’s abdomen.

"Ah, how dare you, scoundrel! What are you doing?" King Jin half propped himself up and burst out yelling at Gu Youyou.

Lin Qianqing hurriedly had King Jin lie back down on the soft couch, saying, "Cousin, she is a doctor, she is naturally treating the Prince. Your Highness, please calm down, your health is important."

"But you must not touch my body, men and women should not have physical contact."

Damn, who wants to touch your belly?

Gu Youyou complained inwardly but still maintained a professional smile on her face, saying, "Please be assured, Your Highness, in my eyes, a patient has no gender. However, if Your Highness really feels that I should not touch your belly, then Your Highness will have to seek another more capable doctor."

Find another capable doctor?

How could that be acceptable?

He wanted Gu Youyou not to cure his illness properly, to make her lose face.

Oh no, it would be best if she botched his treatment, warranting the death sentence for her.