The moment Shen Miao saw the imperial physician, her heart skipped a beat. She carefully sized up the imperial physician. The young imperial physician was carrying a medical box. After bowing to the empress, he walked to Ren Wanyun's side. Ren Wanyun still wanted to stop him, but she heard the imperial physician say, "Madam, please let go of Miss Shen so that I can take her pulse." His voice was very pleasant to the ear and made people feel very comfortable.
Under everyone's gaze, and with the sharp gaze of the empress, no matter what, Ren Wanyun did not dare to resist. Shen Qing had already fainted from the pain. She took a step back and watched helplessly as the imperial physician placed two fingers on Shen Qing's wrist.
Just as Shen Miao was in a daze looking at the imperial physician, Feng Anning's teasing voice suddenly came from beside her. She said, "Don't tell me you like that imperial physician too? If you like him, you don't have bad taste."
