“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.,The imperial physician hurriedly bowed and said, “Your Majesty’s pulse is between four and five beats per breath. It is neither floating nor sinking, neither fast nor slow, neither strong nor weak, neither large nor small. The rhythm is regular, calm and unhurried, and there is no major problem. You just bumped your forehead, it will…in a day or two, you will recover fully.”,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。