My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Chen Mo returned to the hotel, only to find that Liu Che, who had been upstairs just moments before, had come downstairs at some point.

He looked at Chen Mo and laughed heartily.

"Does this restaurant offer any food?"

"Let me order now. What would you like to eat, Boss Liu?"

Liu Che pondered for a moment.

"The restaurant staff probably haven't eaten yet, right? That's fine, just like you."

Chen Mo nodded and immediately opened his phone to order two servings of braised pork trotters with rice.

The braised pork knuckle rice hasn't arrived yet.

jingle!

The hotel's main entrance was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Liu Che and Chen Mo both looked outside.

There were two people standing at the door.

The man in front of him was tall but slightly hunched, with deep wrinkles on his face as if carved by a knife, and between his brows was an unyielding anxiety, exhaustion, and an almost obsessive urgency.

It was none other than Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming Taizu Emperor, who had returned after leaving!

Following half a step behind him was a young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a gentle and refined face and a kind temperament, but his face was slightly pale and there was a faint worry between his brows.

Zhu Yuanzhang had clearly rushed over in a great hurry; beads of sweat were still on his forehead, and his chest was rising and falling slightly.

He pushed open the door, his gaze sweeping across the main hall with the eagerness of a hawk, as if he wanted to find Chen Mo's figure as soon as possible.

However, the first thing that caught her eye was Liu Che standing next to Chen Mo.

Zhu Yuanzhang raised an eyebrow and looked Liu Che up and down for a while.

Liu Che narrowed his eyes, looking down at Zhu Yuanzhang and the young man beside him with a kind of condescending curiosity and scrutiny.

Time seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Silence, a deathly silence, enveloped the entire hotel lobby.

Zhu Yuanzhang's lips trembled slightly, his anxious gaze fixed on Chen Mo's face.

"Manager Chen... Manager Chen! We... we brought the bill!"

"Take a look! Quickly use your...that method from later generations to give Biao'er a good check-up! What exactly is wrong with his body?!"

Chen Mo looked at Zhu Yuanzhang, who had returned, and the gentle and refined young man behind him, and felt completely overwhelmed.

I just got back from the hospital and haven't even caught my breath yet, and now another dad, even more anxious, has arrived!

He sighed helplessly and rubbed his temples.

"Anyway, come in first, don't just stand at the door."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, then quickly grabbed Zhu Biao's wrist and almost dragged the still somewhat bewildered and reserved Zhu Biao into the main hall, saying repeatedly.

"Alright, alright, let's go in, let's go in! Manager Chen, please take a look!"

Zhu Yuanzhang paused.

Chen Mo led Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao to a room on the first floor.

"This way, please."

He took out his key, opened the door, and stepped aside.

"Boss Zhu, young master, please come in."

Zhu Yuanzhang eagerly pulled Zhu Biao into the room.

next moment--

Like every ancient person who had stepped into this modern guest room for the first time, the father and son were instantly frozen in place, their faces showing extreme shock, bewilderment, and disbelief.

"This...this is?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened suddenly.

"A luminous pearl?! And it's so big?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang pointed at the ceiling light, his voice trembling.

He subconsciously reached out to touch the snow-white wall, but then withdrew his hand as if afraid of defiling it.

"Father...Father, look!"

Zhu Biao's voice trembled slightly as he pointed to the power switch on the wall.

"This thing seems to be a mechanism?"

He then looked at the outline of the sanitary ware that was faintly visible behind the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

"And what is the interior like? It's so spotless!"

His gaze finally fell on the huge dressing mirror. When he clearly saw his astonished face, he couldn't help but gasp and subconsciously took a half step back.

"How can it be so clear? It's truly a treasure!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang recovered slightly from his extreme shock, then abruptly turned to look at Chen Mo, his eyes becoming extremely sharp and even carrying a hint of suspicion.

"Manager Chen! Your guest rooms...why are they so...so extravagant? How much money must have been spent on this? It's comparable to the imperial palace!"

"This is just an ordinary hotel from later times. It looks clean and bright, and it's convenient to stay in. Any ordinary person can afford to stay here."

"???"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao were even more dumbfounded.

Can ordinary people afford to stay in a room?

Are these ordinary people the same as those ordinary people?

Chen Mo looked at Zhu Biao.

"We can talk about that later. First, it's more important to check on the young master's health."

Reminded by Chen Mo, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly remembered the important matter. He quickly suppressed his shock and urge to criticize the extravagant room, pulled Zhu Biao to the bedside, and said urgently.

"Yes, yes, yes! Check his body first! Manager Chen, quickly examine Biao'er! Use those... instruments from your later generations! Check him thoroughly!"

"Don't rush, let me take your pulse first."

He just got back from the hospital and really doesn't want to go back today.

Fortunately, he knew how to take a pulse.

Although he is not a doctor with formal medical training, his family has passed down several books on traditional Chinese medicine.

When I was a child, my father forced me to identify medicinal herbs and learn pulse diagnosis for a few days. Later, when I opened a hotel, I always kept some emergency medicines on hand, which were enough to deal with headaches and fevers. I also have a rudimentary understanding of pulse diagnosis.

He composed himself, extended three fingers, and placed them on Zhu Biao's wrist, adopting the composed demeanor of an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

Although Zhu Biao felt it was a bit strange to have an innkeeper take his pulse, he could only cooperate and extend his arm when his father insisted, his gentle face showing a hint of helplessness and curiosity.

Chen Mo held his breath and focused intently on feeling the pulse throbbing beneath his fingers.

After a while, he had Zhu Biao switch to his other hand and carefully examined it.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood to the side, too nervous to even breathe, his eyes fixed on Chen Mo's expression.

Liu Che stood aside and watched the show.

After a while, Chen Mo slowly withdrew his hand, his brows furrowing slightly.

Zhu Yuanzhang's heart leaped into his throat, and his voice trembled.

"How...how is it? Manager Chen, what about Biao'er...?"

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, organizing his thoughts.

His pulse diagnosis skills were limited, but by combining Zhu Biao's complexion with historical records, he could guess the diagnosis with a high degree of accuracy.

"Look at you, always in such a hurry!"

Chen Mo turned his head, muttered something, and spoke.

"Judging from the pulse, Young Master... uh, Young Master Biao, there doesn't seem to be any acute or life-threatening illness."

Zhu Yuanzhang breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

But then Chen Mo abruptly changed the subject: "However!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's heart jumped again.

"but……"

Chen Mo looked at Zhu Biao, his tone becoming serious.

"Young Master Biao's pulse is deep, weak, and slightly taut. This indicates long-term overthinking, physical and mental exhaustion, stagnation of liver qi, and disharmony of the spleen and stomach."

"To put it simply, it's from overwork. I was under too much mental pressure, couldn't eat or sleep well, and my body was completely drained and weakened."

He paused, glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang's face which had suddenly turned extremely ugly, and continued.

"Right now, it might just look like you get tired easily and have low energy."

"But if this continues, minor illnesses will be frequent, and major illnesses will easily develop, just like a string that's been stretched too tight—it can snap at any moment!"

"If one catches a cold or flu, or experiences any significant emotional fluctuations, it could be...very dangerous!"

"What?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his body swayed violently, and his face instantly turned ashen.

He grabbed Chen Mo's arm, his fingers trembling slightly from the force, his eyes bloodshot, and roared hoarsely.

"Overworked?! Under immense pressure?! Weak constitution?! Our Biao'er! Our Great Ming Crown Prince! Right under our noses! Exhausted to this state?! Those imperial physicians! Those scoundrel imperial physicians! What were they even doing?!"

"Everyone keeps telling us, 'His Highness the Crown Prince is just a little tired and needs rest!' 'His Highness's pulse is stable; there's nothing seriously wrong!'"

"Useless! A bunch of useless quacks! They deserve to die! They all deserve to die!!"

"When we get back, we'll kill those quack doctors! Leave no one alive!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was so angry that he trembled all over, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He felt that he had been deceived by those quack doctors and almost caused the death of his beloved son!

Zhu Biao was startled by his father's reaction and quickly got up to help Zhu Yuanzhang, gently advising him.

"Father, please calm your anger! Do not be upset! It is my own fault for failing to live up to your expectations; it has nothing to do with the imperial physicians..."

Liu Che watched from the side, his eyes darting around. As a ruler himself, he could fully understand Zhu Yuanzhang's anger, which stemmed from his concern and confusion.

At the same time, he also became somewhat interested in Chen Mo's ability to "diagnose illness by pulse diagnosis".

Who would have thought that an innkeeper could take a pulse!

"Hehe~!"

Suddenly, a cold laugh echoed throughout the room, plunging it into silence.