Tang Dynasty: The pot is tied to the duck nest, the little rhinoceros is here!

"Your Majesty, this servant has brought Your Majesty's divine steed with you."

Zhang Anan waved his hand, and two Imperial Guards carried the electric scooter over.

"Jiang Fan, your uncle will take you there now..."

"Uncle, let me drive! You just give me directions, Sizi, you stay here for now..."

Jiang Fan said slowly, "You know, after delivering food for so many years..."

His speed in driving the electric car was naturally far beyond what a novice like Li Shimin could match.

"Okay, I'll drive to Kang A Weng myself in a bit."

When the little boy heard that his grandfather was seriously ill, he spoke in a very sensible, childlike voice.

Li Shimin didn't hesitate at all. Since it concerned his grandfather's life, he directly handed over the key to his "divine steed" to Jiang Fan.

As Jiang Fan started the engine, the electric scooter sped forward.

It used to take an hour to walk from the Imperial Garden to Da'an Palace.

As a result, Jiang Fan drove to Da'an Palace in just over ten minutes.

This speed once again reshaped Li Shimin's understanding.

You should know that he practiced his driving skills diligently, and he has fallen countless times in the process.

But Jiang Fan had never driven this fast before, especially with his sideways cornering technique; the two of them were practically touching the ground.

He re-evaluated his understanding and realized that his electric car could be driven in this way.

That's absolutely incredible! If he wasn't in such a hurry to save people, Li Shimin would definitely have tried driving at breakneck speed through the corners...

After getting off the carriage, Li Shimin hurriedly pulled Jiang Fan towards Da'an Palace.

Upon seeing this, the Imperial Guards on duty along the way all clasped their hands in salute.

As soon as I entered, I saw more than a dozen imperial physicians standing outside.

He paced back and forth, completely at a loss, his furrowed brows so deep they could trap a fly.

And sighs and groans could be heard from time to time.

It's not that the Emperor Emeritus was seriously ill; it's just that my medical skills were inadequate.

Just then, the imperial physicians suddenly sensed two figures appearing before them.

Upon closer inspection, they were astonished to find that it was His Majesty who had returned.

Wait a minute, isn't that the young physician who saved Empress Zhangsun beside His Majesty?

"Holy crap, the miracle doctor is here! We're saved!"

Some of the imperial physicians were so excited to see Jiang Fan that they swore out loud.

As for why he shouted "Holy crap!", he himself didn't know. He just felt that shouting it like that was the only way to express his excitement.

After all, the Emperor Emeritus had suddenly fallen seriously ill, and none of them had a cure. It seemed that the Emperor Emeritus was on the verge of passing away.

If the Emperor Emeritus were to truly pass away, we would likely face the wrath of the Emperor.

So when they saw Jiang Fan appear, the imperial physicians breathed a long sigh of relief.

If even such a renowned physician cannot cure the Emperor Emeritus, then it truly isn't that my medical skills are inferior.

Rather, the Emperor Emeritus's illness was too peculiar and was incurable.

Empress Zhangsun and Consort Zhang, who were guarding Li Yuan's bedside, hurried over when they saw Li Shimin approaching.

"Erlang, you've arrived! Go see your grandfather quickly, don't let yourself have any regrets..."

Empress Zhangsun's words were rather tactful.

That meant Li Shimin should go and say goodbye to Li Yuan.

I don't want to miss seeing him one last time, which would only make Li Shimin even more heartbroken.

After the Xuanwu Gate Incident, Li Yuan harbored resentment towards Li Shimin, but the relationship between father and son improved somewhat during Li Shimin's birthday celebration last time.

Besides, blood is thicker than water; the relationship between father and son is undeniable.

Even if Li Yuan did not acknowledge this son, he could not deny that he was his biological father.

The reason for this lies in the atrocities committed by the Xuanwu Gate Incident during the Wude era, which became a thorn in Li Yuan's side that he could never remove.

Zhang Jieyu looked at Li Shimin, opened her mouth slightly as if to say something, but swallowed the words back, leaving only soft sobs.

Zhang Jieyu herself knew that if it weren't for Emperor Li Yuan, who doted on and protected her,

He was probably executed by Li Shimin long ago; it was his own fault for choosing the wrong side back then.

The path one chooses is one that must be followed even through tears. Fortunately, at the end of the dark road, there was Li Yuan, a guiding light, who illuminated the rest of his life.

In the end, Li Shimin simply nodded to Consort Zhang and then quickly walked to Li Yuan's bedside.

After Li Shimin walked over, the imperial physician who was guarding the bedside consciously stepped aside.

Gently wiping the cold sweat that had broken out on his forehead from nervousness, he thought to himself:

"Fortunately, Your Majesty has returned. The Emperor Emeritus is still breathing. If he were to pass away in front of Your Majesty, then it would truly not be my fault for medical skills, but rather that the Emperor Emeritus was destined for such a calamity..."

When Li Shimin arrived, he saw Li Yuan, who was barely breathing but already unconscious, and his heart ached.

He hadn't even transformed the Tang Dynasty into the golden age he envisioned yet.

Grandpa, if you leave like this, even if I accomplish great things, who will I show them to?

All I want to do is prove myself to you, that I am the most suitable person to inherit the throne.

"Jiang Fan, is there any hope for my grandfather...?" Li Shimin asked impatiently.

Jiang Fan, naturally, knew nothing about Li Yuan's illness; he could only inquire about the symptoms.

Then go back and ask for the right treatment. If all else fails, you'll have to send them to a modern hospital for treatment.

"What illness has the Emperor Emeritus contracted?"

"The Emperor Emeritus suffers from a wind-related illness! Young master, do you have any medical remedies for this illness?" the head physician replied.

"A stroke?" Jiang Fan knew a little about it; it was a type of stroke. A relative of Jiang Fan's had suffered from it, so he knew a bit about it.

"Yes, there is. Stroke is very dangerous, and surgery is usually the first option."

"Remove the blood clots from the blood vessels in the brain and reduce intracranial pressure..."

Upon hearing this, the imperial physician was slightly startled: "The surgery you mentioned, young master, refers to..."

"It's brain surgery, cutting open the head..."

Before Jiang Fan could finish speaking, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

Looking at Jiang Fan again, it was as if he were looking at a monster or a serial killer.

Cut someone's head off? Are you saving someone or killing them? Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground.

You actually went and sliced ​​someone's head open? What kind of deep hatred could drive someone to do that?

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Li Shimin, standing to the side, turned pale with fright upon hearing Jiang Fan's words.

He approached Jiang Fan and whispered, "Jiang Fan, do you mean the Emperor Emeritus... also needs his head cut open?"

"This cannot be diagnosed by sight alone; a hospital examination is required. If the bleeding is severe..."

Then brain surgery is necessary; otherwise, death is the only outcome, and it must be done as soon as possible.

Because if a blood clot forms in a blood vessel in the brain and causes bleeding, the patient could very well die within hours.

Li Yuan, the person involved, had overheard the conversation between Jiang Fan and Li Shimin, but he was unable to wake up.