Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 702
"Wang... my lord, it's not a big deal... it's not good!"

Coming to the center of the hall, the imperial physician knelt down in front of Nangong Yiran.

All the ministers were still holding back their smiles, but when they heard the imperial physician's words, their expressions immediately became serious.

Seeing the imperial physician kneeling in front of him, Nangong Yiran suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Why are you so panicked, what happened?"

"My lord, my lord, your majesty...he is sick!"

The imperial doctor lowered his head and sighed.

As soon as Nangong saw his appearance, he knew that Nangong Yishu must be seriously ill.

"What disease does the emperor have that can make you feel so flustered?"

"Yes Yes……"

Frowning slightly, the imperial physician looked at Nangong Yiran, and then turned to look at the ministers.

Nangong Yiran followed his gaze, and immediately understood that the imperial physician seemed to have something unspeakable to hide.

"The ministers are not outsiders, and they are also worried about the emperor's dragon body, so it's okay for you to speak up."

"Promise!" The imperial doctor responded, and looked away from everyone: "The emperor...he has the flower... Hualiu disease."

The last three words, the imperial physician said very quickly.

It seems that these three words can make him feel embarrassed when they come out of his mouth.

As his voice fell, the ministers immediately exploded.

"What, Hualiu disease?"

"How could the emperor contract such a dirty disease?"

"You don't know, the last time Master Ke and I went to ask the emperor to ask the emperor to make the prince a side-by-side king, we saw several dancers coming out of the emperor's bedroom."

"Yes, yes, looking at the emperor's face at that time, there was a look of excessive indulgence, I didn't expect... hey!"

Hearing everyone's words, Mr. Ke immediately thought of the scene he saw outside the emperor's bedroom.

He clasped his hands tightly and frowned tightly: "Absurd, really ridiculous. Such a person is not worthy of being an emperor at all!"

"Isn't it? The emperor is so absurd. If a dancer is allowed to give birth to a prince, wouldn't it tarnish the royal bloodline?"

Hearing the discussions of the ministers, the imperial physician buried his head low.

Three generations of his family's ancestors have been court physicians, and they have never heard of any emperor suffering from such a disease.

Just as he shook his head and sighed, Nangong Yizhun's voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Imperial physician, may the Hualiu disease be cured?"

"Impossible." The imperial physician shook his head slightly: "People who suffer from this kind of disease have no cure, and can only rely on decoction every day to prolong their lives as much as possible."

After getting an accurate answer, Nangong Yiran's face darkened obviously.

Nangong Yishuhui's illness really deserves it.

He didn't feel sorry for Nangong Yishu, he was just worried that if Nangong Yishu died, Mr. Ke would bring up the old story again and let him succeed him.

After all, Nangong Yishu has no children under his knees, and now he is the one who controls the power of the government.

If Nangong Yishu couldn't survive, Mr. Ke mentioned it in the hall again, and there is no guarantee that other ministers would not second his opinion.

If that day came, he would have another headache.

"Emperor Physician, you must prolong the emperor's life as much as possible, you understand?"

"The lower official understands that the lower official must try to prolong the life of the emperor as much as possible."

Facing Nangong Yiran, the imperial physician kowtowed heavily.

Nangong Yiran waved his hand slightly, signaling him to back down.

When the ministers saw Nangong Yiran's face darkened and his brows furrowed, they couldn't help but praise him.

(End of this chapter)