Forensic Imperial Concubine novel Chapter 557

The guard looked at the middle-aged man, and the latter felt that he had no time to waste, as his master was breathing more and more rapidly. He gritted his teeth and decided to make an attempt. "Please, sir."

Harper handed the dagger to one of the guards. "Take it, please. My lady gave it to me. If I lose it, her fury will be terrible."

"Please rest assured, sir."

Harper stepped forward and felt the young man's pulse. She found that his heart was beating irregularly, so she took out a needle bag and said, "Unbutton his clothes. I must give him an acupuncture treatment."

The middle-aged man saw the silver needle in Harper's hand and quickly undid his master's clothing. Harper promptly put the needle into the young man's body. His breathing soon improved, becoming smoother, but his face was still pale.

"How curious. It's not a heart condition, so why does he have symptoms of heart disease? Has he been poisoned?" Harper murmured to herself. The middle-aged man was surprised by her comment, but he said nothing.

"Sir, will my master be all right?"

"He is fine now. I estimate he has been like this for almost ten years," replied Harper, as she withdrew the needle.

"That's right. Do you have any cure for him, sir?" the middle-aged man asked hopefully. "My master has spent all year looking for physicians. We have inquired of many famous physicians, but they were unable to help him. So all these years he keeps taking medicine to alleviate his pain."

Without saying anything, Harper suddenly pinched the young man on his chin. The middle-aged man felt his master was offended and quickly slapped the back of her hand, which turned red in an instant.

Harper rubbed the back of her hand and asked him, "Why did you do that?"

"How dare you!" the servant reprimanded her. It seemed to him that Harper was trying to be flirtatious.

"Ahem." The patient coughed and looked at the middle-aged man in disapproval. "Samuel, he just wanted to confirm my condition. Sir, please forgive my servant's rudeness."

Harper massaged the back of her aching hand, and it felt as if this servant had almost broken her bone. But since his master had made such a good apology, she said, "It doesn't matter. It was my fault. I did it too abruptly."

"You should recuperate in a good environment. Why don't you stay at home to rest? How can you think of travelling now? Aren't you suffering?" Harper asked, feeling perplexed, as she extended her hand to the young man again. There was a strange bluish mark near his chin. This mark was concerning, so she had pinched his chin to check it just now, but she had been slapped.

"I am weary of my long suffering from this disease. All my family have been seeking a physician everywhere for me, and this time I also came out to search for one." A moment ago the young man seemed like an invalid, but now his voice had become full of strength.

Harper was bewildered by the man's condition and thus, felt his pulse again. Her face darkened as she found that the man had no indication of a pulse. She blinked in disbelief. When she checked his other hand, she still couldn't feel his pulse. Just a moment ago, she had felt his pulse clearly.

"Astonishing." Harper leaned closer to him in curiosity and extended her hand to the artery of his neck. His loyal servant Samuel wanted to slap her hand again, but the young man prevented him in time. He detected no malevolence in Harper. He felt familiar with her, and her faint aroma of medicine told him that she was indeed a physician.

Harper touched the man's neck and smiled. "It's the first time I've encountered such a strange pulse. When you're unwell, I can feel your pulse, but when your condition is alleviated, your pulse fades away and I can't even feel it. That's fascinating."

Samuel's face darkened instantly. 'My master has such a terrible disease. How can this person call it "fascinating"? I'd like to pinch his thin neck and kill him.'

"You look so young. How long have you studied medicine?"

"I've studied it since I was born. You suffer from a disease," Harper said without any doubt.

"Yes, I do," the man affirmed. He suffered from a disease, not poison, but it was a very rare one. When he was feeling well, even the best physicians couldn't diagnose him, and they just said he had little time left to live.

Harper rummaged through her briefcase for something. After a long search, she took out a green china bottle and said, "I have this medicine here. It's better than yours. Take one pill each time you suffer a relapse. Will you dare to take it?"

"Thank you very much, my friend." The man accepted it without hesitation. "By the way, I haven't asked your name."

"My surname is Qin, and my given name is Harrell." Harper used this secret alias when she disguised herself in men's clothes.

"Your family name is Qin?" The man was surprised, but he quickly smiled. "What an interesting coincidence. My surname is also Qin, and my given name is Felton."

"It seems that we are destined to meet. Your carriage's wheel is broken. Repairing it will be a challenge. Wait a moment. My men are on their way and will arrive soon. I'll ask them to give our carriage to you." Harper smiled.

"You are not alone?" Felton Qin asked in astonishment. He had assumed that Harper was a young man from a rich family and was just hanging out, but the case turned out to be otherwise.

Harper shook her head and saw a horse approaching rapidly from a distance on the snowy road. Several guards surrounded Felton Qin in the blink of an eye. Harper waved at the comer and said, "Don't worry. It's all right. He's my brother."