"Ouch, that hurts." Zhu Yijun rubbed his forehead, as if he had bumped into something. He paused his rubbing, staring blankly at his delicate hands, unable to believe it. They were completely the hands of a child.,The imperial physician hesitated for a moment, then finally remained silent. The pulse was indeed steady, and Your Majesty's body was healthy. As for the wound on Your Majesty's forehead, if it is checked later, it will heal soon.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。