Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 132 Your Majesty, Don’t Be Angry With Her (3)

Qu Changsheng sent an imperial doctor to check Yingchen's pulse.

The imperial physician frowned, as if he was thinking about something, with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

She quickly asked: "How is the emperor's illness?"

The imperial physician looked at Yingchen scruples, and motioned Qu Changsheng to go outside.

"Just say it here." The emperor said, a little displeased.

The imperial doctor immediately turned around and knelt down, with a lot of embarrassment on his face, he also truthfully reported: "The emperor is in a hurry, and because of poor sleep, he can't notice his physical condition when he is angry. The emperor's body cold, the subordinates only checked the pulse, and the emperor's body cold has not been relieved."

"What do you mean, he is not as cold as before." Chang Sheng frowned.

The imperial doctor said: "Aunt Changsheng, not being cold does not mean that the symptoms are relieved, but it is relieved to a certain extent, but the emperor's body cold symptoms have been lingering for many years, and the pain will become more painful as time goes by. The only way is to nourish with human blood, but the emperor It’s been a long time since…”

Did not go to Luohui Palace.

Yingchen's symptoms will become more and more serious, from the first bowl of blood to the last ten lives, if he doesn't do this, he will be so cold that his limbs will be paralyzed and he will die from hypothermia...

Chang Sheng looked at him, but Ying Chen looked indifferent, and even picked up a memorial to read.

He didn't take his body seriously at all, and he didn't even do the only way to relieve his body cold. What was he thinking?
"Is there any other way for us? There are so many doctors in your hospital that none of them can treat and relieve this symptom?"

"We have no choice. We have been using that old method for so many years." The doctor changed the topic, and said again: "However, I have a method that might work. In Xinglin Town on the border of our country, There is a king of medicine there, he has saved countless lives, and he has seen all kinds of intractable diseases, and it happens that he also opened his own medical school, and almost all the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital came out of the medical school."

"Then you just invite the old man over to treat him, can't you?"

"If it's really that easy, then that's fine, but..." The imperial doctor glanced at Yingchen next to him cautiously, and whispered, "The medicine king has a weird temper. I have been studying medicine there for five years, and I have never seen him." Before Yaowang himself, the dean of the medical school is still his most favored apprentice, and he has never taught any students. It is all his apprentices who are in charge."

"Then what do you mean, even if we want to invite him, we have to find that person first?" This is difficult, Chang Sheng frowned: "Are you sure he is in medical school?"

"This humble minister can be sure, but even if you want to go to medical school, it's not that simple."

"What?" Chang Sheng supported his forehead: "It's troublesome to meet people, so why not go to medical school?"

"Except for those who do odd jobs and deliver medicines in the medical school, the rest of the people are disciples. If you want to go and meet the medicine king, you must become a disciple."

She had a plan in mind, and immediately turned her head to look at Ying Chen.

"No." Ying Chen, who had already seen through her thoughts, spit out these two words lightly, completely dismissing her thoughts.

Qu Changsheng waved his hand and ordered the imperial doctor to go down.

"I'm going." She closed the door and looked at Ying Chen formally: "Your body is not a joke, you should go to medical school."

"It takes five full years to get out of medical school." Ying Chen looked at her with raised eyebrows, with a lazy expression, but there seemed to be undercurrents:

"I don't allow it."

(End of this chapter)