Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

"What did you say? The emperor is unconscious?" When Feng Yuanzhe heard the news, he stood up in shock, leaned forward slightly, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

He rubbed his hands subconsciously, and then began to walk around the room, his pace seemed a little panicked.

An uncontrollable excitement surged in his heart, which made his cheeks turn slightly red and his breathing become rapid. He murmured to himself as he walked, seeming to be digesting the shock of the news.

The miracle doctor is still there. If the miracle doctor is willing to treat the emperor, he will exchange it for Yun Xi to enter the palace.

But if the emperor dies, Jiaojiao will have to marry the next emperor. I wonder which one it could be? What should he do?

Feng Yuanzhe's mind has never been spinning as fast as it is now in all these years.

At this time, the Linghua Palace was filled with solemnity. The emperor closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed, his face as pale as paper. His breathing was weak, as if he might stop at any moment.

There were many imperial doctors kneeling in front of the bed. They all looked solemn and frowned, trying their best to diagnose and treat the emperor. Some of the imperial physicians gently took the emperor's pulse, while others nervously observed the emperor's condition, while others were discussing treatment plans in low voices. There was a tense atmosphere in the whole room, and everyone's heart was filled with worry.

Suddenly, a sudden voice sounded: "If you still can't cure the emperor, just risk your life!"

The sound was like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears. Everyone was shocked and looked around, only to see a man in rich clothes appearing at the door of Ling Guifei's bedroom in Linghua Palace with an angry look on his face.

There was a kind of majesty and determination in his eyes, as if he was telling everyone that he meant what he said.

The imperial doctors looked at each other in confusion, and those who knew him quietly told the people next to him: He was Concubine Ling's brother.

Concubine Ling's brother is a deputy general and has some reputation in the court.

Concubine Ling, who was wearing plain clothes, was sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping away tears. Her hair was messy and her face was haggard, as if she had lost all her life. His eyes revealed deep exhaustion and fear.

The emperor slept in her palace last night. In the morning, when the eunuch called the emperor to get up and attend the morning court, he found that the emperor was unconscious.

It has been almost a whole day now. Ever since the emperor fell into coma, Concubine Ling has been standing by the emperor's bed, taking good care of him. She did not eat or drink, and was always paying attention to the emperor's condition, hoping that he would recover soon, with her face full of anxiety and worry.

The emperor had an accident in her bed. If she couldn't be saved, she would become a sinner for the ages!

Concubine Ling gently touched the emperor's hand, tears flowing uncontrollably. She sincerely hoped that the emperor would wake up soon and return her innocence.

"Mother!" Concubine Ling's brother came in slowly holding an eleven or twelve-year-old boy at the door.

It is the fifth son of the emperor, the fifth prince.

The fifth prince approached Concubine Ling step by step. Looking at the abnormalities around him, his steps seemed hesitant and timid, and his eyes revealed a sense of uneasiness and fear.

Seeing his mother crying in sadness, the fifth prince slowly reached out his hand and gently wiped the tears on his mother's face.

He wanted to comfort his mother, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound. He could only look at his mother silently, conveying his emotions with his eyes.

Concubine Ling felt her son's touch. She turned her head and looked at the fifth prince. Her eyes were full of love and tenderness. She gently held the fifth prince's hand and tried her best to give him a smile. This smile made the fifth prince feel extremely reassured and warm. He tried his best to smile back and told his mother that he would be strong.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty's coma this time is very strange. The doctors at the Imperial Hospital have speculated on more than a dozen possibilities and tried many treatments, but unfortunately none of them have improved. Your Majesty, please give us some more time. Let’s discuss and study the cause of the emperor’s illness.”

The envoy of the Imperial Hospital, Imperial Physician Park, knelt in front of the imperial doctors and replied.

He was also angry.

When a doctor treats a doctor, the most important thing is silence.

They need to diagnose the emperor's pulse quietly and calmly conduct research.

But this imperial concubine seemed to have taken a bullet. It had been at least more than four hours since they arrived, scolding them for being incompetent at one moment, and telling them to kneel at the other.

She was very busy and very tired. She seemed to care about the emperor, but in fact, she greatly hindered them from seeing a doctor for the emperor.

"As the envoy of the Taiyuan Hospital, you have always been diagnosing the emperor's body. You are actually helpless to deal with the emperor's sudden coma? I really wonder how you became the envoy in the first place. Did you use some tricks to get it? " Concubine Ling's brother said angrily.

Dr. Pu hurriedly kowtowed to the ground: "General Ling, I was appointed as the envoy of the Imperial Hospital only in accordance with the rules."

"No wonder you guys have been busy for a long time and can't find the reason for the emperor's illness!" General Ling sneered, "With your level, how good can the other doctors in the Imperial Hospital be?"

Dr. Park could not defend himself and could only kneel and kowtow. But the other party didn't let him get up for a long time, and he didn't dare to move at all, feeling anxious. He was worried that he would delay the best opportunity to treat the emperor.

"General Qi, I have something to report." An older physician behind Imperial Physician Park called out cautiously.

"Oh? What's the matter?" General Ling pulled up a chair and sat down, facing the imperial doctors.

Doctor Pu frowned slightly when he saw this: This is the main seat, General Ling should not sit here.

"I heard that there is a very powerful miracle doctor who happened to be in the capital recently. Why is it that Dr. Park can't judge the emperor's condition? Why don't the general go and invite that miracle doctor?" The older doctor looked at General Ling and said with a flattering smile.

"Oh? What kind of miracle doctor? Where did the miracle doctor come from? Are you sure he can cure the emperor's disease? If he can't cure it and delays the emperor's condition, can you take responsibility?" General Ling sat on the chair, motionless, his hands He spread his feet, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the old doctor coldly.

The old doctor immediately backed down: "I also heard what others were saying. I don't know exactly what it is because I haven't seen him for a doctor. Maybe it was spread by outsiders."

How can he dare to take responsibility? That is the emperor's life!

"Well, let's understand it clearly before speaking next time." General Ling then glanced at the imperial doctors lightly, with a trace of imperceptible majesty in his eyes.

"If you have any good suggestions, you might as well put them forward." His voice was not high, but it carried an unquestionable momentum that could not be ignored.

All the imperial doctors looked at each other, feeling a little uneasy in their hearts. They knew that General Ling was a very strong man, and if their suggestions did not satisfy him, they might cause trouble.

A young imperial physician suddenly stood up.

"General, my subordinates believe that the emperor should be thoroughly examined first, and then a corresponding treatment plan can be formulated." The young imperial doctor's voice was trembling, but he still tried to keep himself calm.

Dr. Park looked at him, lowered his head and sighed.

For fame and fortune, this is a taboo for doctors.