This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

"Then who will be the one to do it?" Li Chen asked again.

Xu Zhuo lowered his head slightly, his hair was slightly disheveled, but it didn't affect the overall comfortable and handsome appearance. He said in his heart: I'm an imperial physician, so it's not my turn to kill people in public, right?

But Li Chen was still waiting at the side, so he replied cautiously: "I am willing to share the emperor's worries."

He Houcong and the servant looked at each other, and Chi Shangshu took a step forward, "There are countless 'experts' in the Ministry of Punishment, and there are two on duty tonight." He pointed at the last two guards with big arms and round waists. Let your doctor intervene."

Xu Zhuo thought the same way, but the person in front of him was expressionless, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger, his heart was pounding, and he lowered his head even lower, "The emperor will decide."

Chi Shangshu bowed to Li Chen, "Your Majesty!"

Li Chen looked at him with some interest, and said, "What's the matter?"

He raised his chin slightly and nodded Xu Zhuo, "It's up to you."

Xu Zhuo made up his mind and felt that this was his only chance.

Although he obeyed the queen mother's order to deal with the emperor, it is an indisputable fact that he murdered the emperor.

Li Chen didn't know what he was busy these days, although he hadn't had time to execute him, it was probably too late.

He was thrown here, not eating well, not sleeping well, and being squeezed out by the officials of the Ministry of Punishment. He was almost driven crazy.

He was also afraid that one day Li Chen would remember that he had participated in the struggle for power, and would immediately kill himself. As soon as this rare opportunity to show his loyalty appeared, he immediately seized it.

He got up quickly and walked into the cell.

King Li watched him getting closer and closer to him in horror, his eyes bulged in horror, his face turned into a pig's liver, and he wanted to point at him and yell, but he opened his mouth, but felt that even breathing was laborious.

There was a tightness in my chest.

Xu Zhuo went in and took a look, and saw the 'oldest third sample' placed at the head of the bed.

The white silk is neatly stacked on the far left, the dagger has been unsheathed, lying on the far right reflecting the cold light, and in the middle is a small round porcelain bottle with a narrow neck.

Put them on a mahogany tray. The tray is very close to the bed, so close that King Li can reach it with his hand.

But he was so fatigued, his whole body was limp and weak, he didn't even have the ability to stretch out his hand.

Xu Zhuo looked at him coldly, and said in his heart: He looks like this, and if he is asked to commit suicide, he struggles to even breathe, how can he have the strength to commit suicide?

He stepped forward to pick up the white porcelain bottle, pushed it with one hand, and lifted the lid off.

The cork wrapped in red cloth fell to the ground, covered with dust, and rolled aside.

Li Wang was so angry that he was afraid of crossing over, his mouth was a little crooked.

"...You!" He struggled to utter a word, and then, Xu Zhuo clamped his jaw with one hand and lifted it up, forcing him to be unable to close his mouth.

The dying man was powerless even to struggle, Xu Zhuo didn't stop for a moment, raised his hand and poured half a bottle of potion down his throat.

Then he threw the bottle, tightly clasped his thumb and index finger, and clasped King Li's jaw.

King Li made two "woo hoo" sounds, his eyes popped, and several purple blood vessels burst on his face, causing several black flocculent blood clots under the skin.

The expressions of the people standing outside the cell were surprisingly the same, they were all indifferent.

Seems like he deserved it.

Li Wang's whole body movements became smaller, his pupils gradually became dilated, Xu Zhuo waited for a while, put down the person with upturned eyes, and hurried out in a few steps.

He knelt on the ground and said to the emperor who held his life in his hands, "Report to the emperor, King Li took the crane crest and committed suicide."

Li Chen looked at the top of his pitch-black head, "Too dead?"

"It's dead." Xu Zhuo only felt his whole body was sweating, his whole body was cold, and he couldn't help trembling, "He Dinghong immediately sent out poison, and when he saw blood, his throat was blocked, and no one could cure it."

Li Chen stood quietly, the messy cell lost the sound of heavy breathing, and fell silent for a while.

The silence touched the hearts of those present.

"How did King Li die?" He suddenly asked He Houcong.

He Houcong justly said yesterday, "If you want to have a reputation of being lenient, you have to do things well, so as not to spread it later and ask people to slander the emperor for tricks behind the scenes." Don't ask about the book, but come to ask him alone.

Was it not on purpose?

He Houcong suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, knelt on the ground stiffly, "...suicide."

He nervously swallowed his saliva, his lips turned white.

Li Chen stared at the black veil on his head in thought, He Houcong seemed to be nailed in place, he dared not move.

After a while, he turned his eyes away, and everyone immediately returned to the united front, holding hands together and saying: "King Li committed suicide in fear of crime, he deserved it—"

Li Chen didn't move his eyebrows, and said "Oh" silently.

Said: "Unfortunately."

He Houcong knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the black dragon-patterned satin boots in front of him: "It's a pity, the emperor is merciful, allowing him to live a few more days, but he is a sinner through the ages, and he should have done so long ago!"

Li Chen lowered his eyelids a little.

The hand behind his back was clenched, it seemed a little numb, and he went back and forth two or three times.

Xu Zhuo glanced at him from the corner of his eye, raised his face boldly, and looked at him.

Li Chen's lips moved, and Xu Zhuo recommended himself with a strong desire to survive: "How is your majesty's wound recovery? I know some acupuncture and pharmacology, and I can change your dressings for you."

Yan Zhenxin moved, and asked for instructions: "... Your Majesty?"

After he reminded, Li Chen clenched his hands behind his back, feeling numb and painful.

The wound on the back was second to none, mainly on the arm. After Song Chunjing walked for nearly ten days, no one judged how he was recovering.

He didn't answer, just said: "Go back to the East Palace."

Yan Zhen looked at his expression, and thought that he had been spinning for several days, and he didn't have a good rest.

It should be very uncomfortable.

Yan Zhen looked at his tall back, and was a little annoyed that Song Chunjing broke his promise, his eyes flickered, and he gave Xu Zhuo Xu a hand, "Please come here."

Xu Zhuo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his face immediately relaxed.

Li Chen walked ahead, walked to the lobby, and glanced at the case files on the table.

"It's late at night and the dew is heavy, dear friends, be careful on the way back."

Headed by Chi Shangshu, he led a group of people to salute immediately, "The ministers and others respectfully sent the emperor—"

Amidst the vast sound, Li Chen and his party came and went, and boarded the carriage they had come in.

The figure of the carriage disappeared, and Chi Shangshu opened his eyelids after holding on for a long time, and confessed: "Do you know how to deal with the case?"

The servant: "Understood, just write that King Li committed suicide in fear of crime."

Seeing that he was very good, Chi Shangshu nodded in satisfaction.

In a blink of an eye, he looked at He Houcong who was standing aside with his hands down and looking into the distance, snorted coldly, and flicked his sleeves fiercely.

"go!"

The servants of the Shangshu Mansion supported him into the carriage, and the rest of the people, led by He Houcong, waved their hands at him from a distance, "I will send Master Chi to you—"

Another cold snort came from the carriage.

Chi Shangshu also walked away, and the servant let out a breath, and the hairs that had blown up were truly returned to their place.

"You are so courageous that you dare to argue with Mr. Chi."

"Impossible law," He Houcong sighed, "In the situation the day before yesterday, the emperor's face was so dark that he wanted to kill someone. If I accepted his framing, the one who died now...I'm afraid it would be me."

The two of them sighed together and patted each other's shoulders vigorously.

"Fortunately, the emperor didn't get angry," the servant asked suspiciously: "But it's the middle of the night, I've been waiting for a whole day, why is it that King Li is dealt with at this moment, is there any important matter?"

He took a deep breath, and asked in confusion: "What kind of urgent matter can't be dealt with tomorrow, is it a while away?"

He Houcong thought about it for a while, but he didn't quite understand it, so he had to choose a reason that made sense: "Maybe it's because he will move into the palace tomorrow, and it will be inconvenient to come to the Ministry of Punishment in the future, so we need to clean it up in advance to avoid long nights and dreams."

"That's right, that's right," the servant nodded suddenly, "I will be staying in the palace tomorrow night, and the key will be released in the evening, so it's really inconvenient to come out."

East Palace.

The carriage returned, and after a stick of incense, they returned to the East Palace.

The palace was quiet.

Li Chen glanced at Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen asked the guard on duty: "Has Commander Wuda returned?"

The guard bent slightly, and replied respectfully: "Not yet."

Yan Zhen turned to look at Li Chen.

Li Chen stood upright, paused for a moment, looked ahead and stepped in.

Xu Zhuo followed at the end, and Yan Zhen gestured to him, "Please come in."

Xu Zhuo looked at the dusty and dirty clothes on his body, and the dried sweat stuck between the clothes and his body. He was very uncomfortable. He sighed and asked with difficulty: "Mr. Yan, can you let the next official wash his face?" ? Sober and sober."

The Prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice is not a clean place. If you stay there for ten days and a half months, you will never have a good smell on your body.

The tip of Yan Zhen's nose moved, and he lifted his eyelids knowingly.

"Come in." He stretched out his hand to welcome him in.

Xu Zhuo followed him through the corridor like a gentleman, Yan Zhen motioned him to wait a moment, then went to negotiate with a servant who looked like the leader, and looked at himself twice.

After a while, the servant came over to him and bowed respectfully, "Please follow the villain."

Having reached this point, Xu Zhuo is no longer afraid, and follows him to the side room openly.

Seeing him go in, Yan Zhen turned around and walked quickly towards Zhan Shijian.

Zhan Shijian was still brilliant and bright, just like last night, no different from when he left.

Li Chen sat behind the table, his brows were furrowed, and his face was gloomy.Every inch of his face showed that he was in a particularly complicated mood at the moment.

Being angry is not particularly angry, and being happy is not particularly happy.

As soon as Yan Zhen raised his head, he didn't finish his glance.

"Where's the person?" Li Chen asked without raising his head.

Yan Zhen: "I've been in the prison for a long time, and I don't smell very good. I'll go and wash up first, and I'll be back soon."

Li Chen put down the folder in his hand, leaned on the back of the wide chair, and moved his neck.

Yan Zhen stood for a while, and asked softly: "Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Xu also participated in the murder of the Supreme Emperor, so it's just 'forget'?"

Except for him, almost everyone else was put to death, exiled to death.

Li Chen Xuxu closed his eyes, "The queen mother's people are almost wiped out, leave Xu Zhuo alone, and give her some comfort, so that her heart won't hang in the air all the time."

"It turns out that the emperor is thinking about the empress dowager." Yan Zhen said.

"Besides," Li Chen shook his hand on the table, and said, "This arm is not good for extra people to know. The empress already knows if Zuo is not. Except for her, Xu Zhuo has no one to report to."

Yan Zhen thought about it carefully and nodded slowly.

After a few breaths, he said hesitantly: "Physician Song will be home soon, you..."

"There's no need to work on him," Li Chen said, "Song Chunjing has to do more important things later."

"Yes," Yan Zhen then sent someone to urge Xu Zhuo.

He looked at Li Chen's hands that were clenched and stretched on the table from time to time, and asked in a low voice, "Does your majesty's arms hurt badly?"

Li Chen was silent for a few breaths, and gave a brief "hmm".

Yan Zhen was considerate of the weight of a word, and guessed that according to his temperament, if he stayed up late at night and took all the teachers and mobilizers back to the imperial doctor, it must be very painful.

"May I pinch it for you first?" Yan Zhen asked hesitantly.

Li Chen opened his eyes, glanced at his worried face, closed his eyes again without saying a word.

Yan Zhen realized it later, and felt that the question was strange, so he stood there without moving.

She only locked onto Li Chen's movements from time to time, and listened to his orders at any time.

After a while, Xu Zhuo finally came.

Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward to help him up, and led him all the way to Li Chen.

Zhan Shijian is not an ordinary place, state secrets, visible and shady, are all buried here.

Xu Zhuo didn't dare to lift his head in fright, and only dared to stare at the ground.

"Is there something wrong with the emperor?" he asked.

Li Chen opened his eyes again, and glanced at the person kneeling in front of him.

The young man with no flesh and blood was dressed in a dark guard uniform. All the iron frames were removed, leaving only dark red cotton clothes. His thin white neck was submerged along the neckline, and his eyes followed the neatly folded skirts all the way to his waist.

Stopped abruptly.

Tightened out of thin air by the two-finger-wide belt, it outlines the obvious waistline.

Li Chen withdrew his gaze, tilted his head, and glanced at the side of his face.

Xu Zhuo's spirited appearance became more beautiful and handsome after being washed, his drooping eyelids pressed the slightly trembling eyelashes, his straight nose bridge and thin lips were pointed slantingly.

The black hair was barely dry, hanging on the side of the slightly fair face, with a small wet spot.

It is a particularly provocative picture that attracts people's imagination.

The rooms were relatively silent, and the night became even quieter.

Yan Zhen pinched his fingers nervously, then slightly raised his voice, "Your Majesty."

Li Chen regained his senses and looked away, Yan Zhen was worried: "Please ask Imperial Doctor Xu to take a look for you."

Li Chen stretched out his hand and lifted his cuff up, revealing his hideous forearm covered with scars.

At the same time, he casually boasted, "You look pretty good."

This was not the first time he had praised Xu Zhuo like this, the last time he almost killed him, and this time he was not sure whether the cloudy emperor said good things or bad things.

He raised his eyes to look at his arm with trepidation, and his heart skipped a beat, "How did you make it look like this?"

Li Chen raised his eyebrows, "Guess."

Xu Zhuo realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he didn't dare to guess, and forced a smile, "The skin surface is white, and the crossing is swollen, it should be inflammation."

He was about to reach out, but he glanced at Li Chen hesitantly.

Li Chen was rather bored, and looked away to signal him to continue.

Xu Zhuo put his fingertips on his wrist, and immediately said: "The emperor has a fever." He paused for a moment, and then said: "It's caused by the heat, it doesn't matter."

He withdrew his hand and said respectfully: "Weichen will prescribe two medicines for you, one to be taken internally to treat dizziness due to heat, and one to be applied externally to see if it can suppress the inflammation."

"I can't work on this arm in the near future, and I can't touch any water." He finally explained.

Yan Zhen asked him to go to the cubicle to prescribe the prescription, and told people to go down and decoct the medicine.

According to his needs, he took the powder for external use and handed it to him.

Xu Zhuo adjusted the ointment and stepped forward holding the medicine bowl: "Your Majesty, please extend your hand."

Li Chen supported his head with one hand, and stretched out his injured hand for him to deal with.

The dark night is about to pass, and the moon in the sky outside is fading, showing a hazy blue-black.

Yan Zhen stood aside and watched, Li Chen said: "What time is it?"

"It will be dawn in one or two minutes." Yan Zhen replied.

Xu Zhuo knelt on the ground, after treatment and bandaging, he stood up, ready to go out to see if the medicine was done.

Yan Zhen persuaded in a low voice from behind: "Go and lie down and rest for a while. Today we have decided to move into the palace. There will be a lot of noise at dawn, and we will definitely not be able to rest. When the person arrives, the villain will call you."

Li Chen remained unmoved, closed his eyes and rested for a moment, opened his lips, and let out a breath.

"He's a day and a night late," he said.

Yan Zhen felt a little disappointed and depressed, and explained bravely: "The journey is long, if there is heavy rain, there may be a delay of a day or two."

Xu Zhuo's ear twitched, and he thought: Who is he?

Afterwards, Yan Zhen asked in a low voice: "Master Song is home today, look... do you want to ask him for two more days off tomorrow?"

Xu Zhuoxin fell back to his original position and thought without accident: So it was Song Chunjing.

However, there are too many rumors about the emperor and the Song imperial physician, and everyone knows it well, but they just don't say it.

As a result, he heard it suddenly, but he didn't feel anything wrong at all.

"No," Li Chen exhaled that depressed breath, his face was dark and stormy, he narrowed his eyes dangerously, and said angrily: "If you are late, it will be counted as absenteeism, and you can tell the court to punish you. How to punish, don't favoritism."

Yan Zhen: "...Yes."

The author has something to say: I received a notice from the editor that the title of the article is not very harmonious. If the disease cannot be cured, you can’t wait to die, and you must actively work hard to live.to change.

Change it to what?

The author with a strong smile thought about a few things:

1 high-ranking officials and rich salary, 2 seeing a doctor for the prince, 3 Chunjiao Hall, 4 the richest man in Tai Hospital, 5 others

Please give Kang Yikang an opinion for the bald author. It would be even better if you have new ideas. Thank you very much QAQ!