“How is my son” The noblewoman ignored the eunuch’s greeting completely, rushing to Zhu Yijun’s side. She trembled as she reached out and took hold of the ten-year-old child's hand, gently opening the wound.,As soon as the imperial physician finished, Empress Dowager Li eagerly stepped forward and asked, "Imperial Physician Chen, how is my son",“Thank you, imperial physician.” Empress Dowager Li gestured for a palace maid to bring out a silver ingot to reward the physician. Looking at the swelling on her child's forehead, she was overcome with grief. She pulled Zhu Yijun close and said in a voice choked with tears, “My poor child, let your mother see your wound.”。