"Lao Wu, what are you tutting at?!"

Zhu Laosi's expression changed slightly and he asked repeatedly.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of a Western doctor smiling, you are afraid of a Chinese doctor having a low profile.

"Ah?"

Yongle Laowu was stunned for a moment and smiled sheepishly.

"It's okay, I just have a bit of toothache recently."

The words fell.

Zhu Laosi's face darkened, and he suppressed his inner impulse to hang Zhu Ru up and beat him up.

Ghosts can scare people to death, but people can scare people to death.

"Yeah."

Nodded.

Zhu Laosi took a deep breath and thought about it. In fact, there was no need to worry at all.

Because from Zhu Laosi's point of view, there is absolutely no chance that he will have any problems. After all, the old Zhu Di of Yongle time and space has lived to seventy healthily. He and old Zhu Di are in the same space and time, and they are only in their forties.

If he had problems at his age, then old Zhu Di would have died long ago, and how could he still be alive today?

With this thought in mind, my heart will be at peace.

"Tsk."

Another tut.

‘Damn it, you’re not done yet?!’

Zhu Laosi’s eyes were sullen, and he subconsciously wanted to get angry.

As soon as he raised his head, he found that Yongle Zhuji was frowning, not only tutting, but also shaking his head.

Even, he sighed.

Next.

With a solemn look on his face, Zhu Zhu withdrew his hand from Zhu Lao's fourth pulse. He took out a yellowed old book from his arms and began to turn over it with his head down.

As the founding prince, he has one advantage over other doctors, that is, he can read whatever medical books he wants.

For example, the book he was looking at at the moment was an only copy handed down from the Tang Dynasty. It didn't even have a name. It recorded 132 kinds of difficult and complicated diseases in men's medicine, which Zhu Ru accidentally acquired in his later years.
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‘???’

This series of operations, especially flipping through the book, made Zhu Laosi swallow the curse words that came to his lips.

Subconsciously, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and cold sweat broke out on his temples. He was not so nervous when he went to the battlefield to kill people during the Jingnan period.

What the old Chinese medicine doctor turns is not a book, it is a book of life and death.

"Lao Wu, what's wrong with me?"

"I, am I okay?"

Zhu Laosi asked tentatively. He was already a little unsure.

"Wrong."

"No, no, it's not this."

"…………"

Zhu Xi completely ignored Zhu Laosi's questions. Instead, he was immersed in the world of medical books. While flipping through the books, he was talking to himself, and his brows were getting tighter and tighter.

Faced with such an operation by an old Chinese medicine practitioner, those with poor mental ability may probably cry on the spot.

Suddenly.

A look of enlightenment appeared in Zhu Xi's eyes. He closed the medical book, raised his head, and looked at Zhu Laosi with great seriousness.

"Your Majesty, my initial diagnosis of your condition is that you have dysfunction in fertility."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Laosi looked stunned, then quickly smiled and waved his hands.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Men can do anything, but they must not do anything when it comes to having children!

"Lao Wu, don't think that you are fooling around after being a doctor for several years. I can last for at least three quarters of an hour every time. How can a real man with so much energy and strength have problems with fertility!"

Zhu Laosi said urgently, firmly denying his illness.

He would rather believe that he will not live long than that he will not live long.

Chinese characters are broad and profound.

"Your Majesty, don't be impatient."

Zhu Xi had already guessed that Zhu Laosi would have such an attitude, so he smiled and shook his head.

"You will resist, I understand."

"But having obstacles to fertility does not mean that you are incapable of doing so. In the eyes of doctors, these are two different diseases."

"Furthermore, I'll be honest, I can tell that Your Majesty's kidneys are gloomy, so I know that His Majesty definitely doesn't have three quarters of an hour."

"On this point, I can bet on all my medical skills."

"My brother is not only your Majesty's own brother, but also a doctor who helps the world and saves people. The doctor has spoken openly before, so your Majesty no longer needs to be secretive."

The words fell.

Zhu Laosi was heartbroken, and his face couldn't help but turn red.

Obviously, Zhu Rui was right.

He knows his own affairs best. Ever since he turned 30, Zhu Di has clearly felt that his ability in this area has declined significantly, especially after the Jingnan crisis in recent years.

When I'm in good condition, I can barely hold on for a quarter of an hour, and I almost lose my confidence.

Moreover, he has sown a lot over the years, but there has been no fruit for more than ten years.

"Fortunately, although your problem has become a chronic disease, it is still in a salvageable stage. Your Majesty, there is no need to be impatient. Please listen carefully to my brother's explanation of your condition first."

Next.

Zhu Xi then began to explain to Zhu Laosi.

Only when the patient understands the pathology and the true condition will he willingly cooperate with the doctor and receive treatment.

At this time.

On the podium.

Ji Boying and Lao Zhu drank wine from the Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Dahongpao and chatted wordlessly. Among them, they talked about Liu Bowen's eldest son Liu Lian.

Regarding Liu Lian, especially Lao Zhu's request, Ji Boying didn't think much about it. It didn't hurt to do a favor to Lao Zhu, and it was also a good thing for Liu Bowen and his son to work together to shine for Hongwu Kingdom Zuo.

At this moment, both of them were looking at the diagnosis status of the seven windows under the podium.

"Brother, I didn't expect the fourth child to have this disease."

Lao Zhu looked at window No. 6, watching his fifth son taking the pulse of his fourth son, feeling an indescribable emotion.

"Is it an accident? Isn't it easy to deduce?"

Ji Boying did not look at Lao Zhu, but looked at Zhu Laosi at window No. 6, took a sip of tea.

"Look at Yongle old Zhu Di, did he have any other heirs?"

As soon as the words came out, Lao Zhu paused for a moment and thought about it for a moment, and realized that was really what happened.

Zhu Di's four sons, Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Gaosui, Zhu Gaoyen (Youshang), and five daughters, Princess Yong'an, Princess Yongping, Princess Ancheng, Princess Xianning, and Princess Changning.

If you check the birth certificates of these nine people, you can easily find one thing in common.

That is, without exception, these nine people were all born during the Hongwu period, that is to say, they were all born before Zhu Di was thirty years old.

After he turned thirty, Zhu Di had no heirs.

Is it possible that after Zhu Di turned thirty, he became apathetic and stopped touching women?

Of course not.

Especially after Zhu Di ascended the throne, although Empress Xu died and no longer had a queen, it did not mean that Zhu Di stopped touching women.

During the Yongle period, drafting girls was a routine practice.

Or is it that Zhu Di responded to the country’s call and implemented birth control measures?

That's impossible.

As an emperor, it is an achievement to have many sons. As long as you can have children and have one breath left, you will continue to fight.
To be continued...