King's Solo

"How is Your Highness?"

As soon as the imperial physician withdrew his diagnostic hand, Park Seung-ji rushed over to ask.

Shaking his head, the imperial doctor stroked his short white beard, moved aside, his brows frowned into deep-set Chuan characters, "Your Highness was already suffering from severe physical loss, weak in body and weak in lungs, now typhoid fever has entered his body, and his mood fluctuates violently." Only then did the old heart and lung injuries relapse seriously. Coupled with the overwork and long-term depression in the heart, resulting in insomnia at night, after Weichen prescribed the medicine, I am afraid it will take a long time to recover."

Following the imperial physician to the outside room, so as not to disturb Wang's sleep, Park Shengji heard this, deep thought flashed in his eyes, he hesitated to speak.

Seeing this, the imperial physician asked doubtfully, "Captain Park, what's the matter?"

Pu Shengji hesitated again and again, pursed his lips, and looked straight at the imperial physician with dark eyes, not letting go of every detail on the imperial physician's face, "Your Highness's body...is it because of..."

The words were incomplete, but the imperial physician understood.

He is not blind yet, he can still distinguish some traces on Wang's body, even on Captain Park...

As a courtier, he naturally can't ask about the king's affairs, and a smart courtier can't have unnecessary curiosity

"Captain Park can rest assured that His Highness's illness has nothing to do with Lin Xing. Anyway, the affairs in the room are still fine, and even the appropriate circumstances are more beneficial to relieve His Highness's overwhelmed worries and troubles in the middle of the night. Sleep soundly, to avoid depression and illness, just be careful not to make His Highness too tired."

Too much worry, sleepless nights...

Park Seung-gi's eyes darkened, and he naturally realized that after waking up, the king has changed a lot. He likes to drink tea alone, drink alone, meditate alone, enjoy the scenery alone, talk less, eat less, and go out. The frequency is also less.

It simply wasn't because of his selfish demands that His Highness's health was in trouble, otherwise, how could he let himself go?

The imperial doctor turned around and packed up his things. Seeing that the waiters around him had all been dismissed, he ordered based on his duty as a courtier, "Captain Park, don't blame me for talking too much. You are lucky to be able to serve His Highness by your side, so you should do your best for His Highness. Your Highness's body Conditioning is of course the most important thing, but His Royal Highness's mood also needs to be taken care of. Usually, if you are more funny, make His Highness happy, and the illness will naturally heal faster."

The imperial physician packed up his things and brought them up, and said softly with concern on his face, "To be honest, if His Highness is allowed to go on like this, not to mention the recovery of old injuries, the recovery of the body, even this time... will be greatly shortened... "

"!"

Park Shengji pressed the imperial doctor's neck and pressed against the door, his eyes were cracked, "What did you say!"

The imperial physician backed away sharply, his face paled in shock. He thought Park Seung-ji was a good friend, but he was a god, "Hey, hey, hey... Park... Captain Park, I... I... I..."

Park Shengji approached the imperial physician with dangerous eyes, and said slowly, "Don't let the third person know what you said just now, especially Your Highness, otherwise...I can only let it be known to me alone."

The imperial doctor kept complaining, "Yes yes yes... Don't worry, I was thinking about His Highness's body, and now you are the only one who cares about His Highness's body, that's why I specifically asked you."

"Very good." Let go, Park Seung-ki opened the door, bowed his head and nodded, "You can go."

The imperial physician casually adjusted his clothes, and stepped out impatiently.

The door slammed shut behind him, thinking of Park Seung-ki's bloodthirsty and cold eyes, the imperial doctor trembled in fear, but was startled by a black shadow as soon as he turned the corner.

"So it's Captain Hong." The imperial doctor stopped backing, breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head and lowered his head.

Hong Lin hurriedly returned the salute, even a little deeper, "I'm not the captain now, so you don't have to. Just call me Hong Lin."

The imperial doctor touched his heart that was still throbbing and didn't slow down, looked behind Kong Kuang, and after making sure that there was no one, he followed Hong Lin into the shadows.

He didn't forget Hong Lin's distraught and terrified look when he came to call him, "So, Hong Lin, why are you waiting for me here because of your Highness?"

Hong Lin nodded, his dark eyes reflected the faint light, "Please tell me, the imperial physician, how is your highness' condition?"

Sure enough, Park Shengji's threats are still vivid in his mind, but given how much Wang loved Hong Lin in the past, who knows if Wang will ever go back on his word?It's not easy to be an imperial physician, "Your Highness is fine now, it's just the relapse of the old injury caused by the shortness of breath, coupled with the cold air entering the body, I am afraid that the already weak body will recover slowly."

The imperial physician thought about it and said, completely unaware that the person in front of him was the culprit who made Wang anxious.

As for the king's assassination, under the king's secret order, no one dares to spread the word, except for Jian Longwei and the queen, everyone only said that the king was assassinated by a rebel, and naturally they didn't know that the rebel was Hong Lin.

As he said that, the imperial physician changed his mind, Wang's thoughts were hard to guess, and now it is even more unpredictable.

It's hard to judge what happened with Hong Lin that caused Hong Lin to be demoted, but there must have been a conflict.

Thinking that Pu Shengji would not be able to tease the king at that time, and if the king's heart disease is serious, the consequences will be disastrous, the imperial doctor still couldn't bear to ask, "Hong Lin, to be honest, did you do something to make His Highness angry?"

"I..." Hong Lin lowered his head, the pain in his heart clogged his chest. What he did was more than just making His Highness angry?

The imperial physician, who thought he had seen through the truth, was furious, "I didn't mean you, how could His Highness be able to stand up against you now? Men sometimes have to learn to bow their heads and admit their mistakes. Your Highness sometimes has a child's heart, and needs to be coaxed."

Hong Lin remained silent, the force of clenching his teeth was only clear to him.

He understood the imperial physician's kindness, but how could his situation be solved by bowing his head and admitting his mistake?

No, His Highness's attitude is that he has already been sentenced to death. Thinking of Wang's indifferent and meaningless attitude towards him, the scene of him laughing with Wang Heyan flashed unconsciously in his mind.

Everything, there is no going back...

"I don't care what entanglements happened between you, those of you who are by His Highness's side, don't let His Highness worry about you anymore, it will definitely not be good for His Highness's already weak body."

The imperial physician turned his head to look at the pitch-black sky, and sighed faintly, "Now Liu Country is staring at me, Koryo, the harem concubine has nothing to do, and the queen's belly has not yet given birth to a dragon child. The country's uncle participated in the rebellion and was killed, and the Liu country's new envoy On the way here, at this moment, His Highness must not use it for nothing."

Hearing this, Hong Lin clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were full of disbelief. Is Wang's body... already so serious?

The broken heart squeezed out the bitter juice again, what did he do!

On the wide and golden dragon bed, the king's body was under layers of bedding, with almost no ups and downs.

It was because the bedding needed was thick, and because the king's body was thin.

Park Seung-ki approached cautiously step by step, the closer he got, the gentler he was.

Stretching out his hands into the quilt, he held Wang's palm, which was as cold as ever before. He clasped his hands tightly, trying to convey his own warmth, even though it was futile, and he refused to let go.