The torrent of information in Zhu Yijun's mind finally ceased its influx. The images before him stopped flickering, and he understood the situation.,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.”,Zhu Yijun was held in the Empress Dowager's arms, and whispered, "Mother, I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly smelled a foul odor. When I opened my eyes, I saw a burly man in black robes standing by my bed, holding a dagger and stabbing at me."。