"Transfer to the Imperial Doctor..."

Zhao Zhong shouted loudly to the outside of the hall.

After a long time, Ying Zheng recovered.

Zhao Zhonggang breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw His Majesty's pale face, he immediately shivered in his heart and said, "Your Majesty, you have a nosebleed."

"What a panic, haven't I passed away yet?"

Ying Zheng glared at Zhao Zhong, then picked up the black roll on the wooden table, wiped his nose, and indeed saw scarlet blood on it.

Is your deadline coming soon?

Ying Zheng sighed deeply in his heart. During this period, he felt that his body was gradually losing strength.

In the past two or three years, I have stopped taking pills and used various means to regulate my body, but is it still too late?

Cough! Cough!

Zhao Zhong dared not speak back, lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at His Majesty's gaze.

How can you not panic?

If Your Majesty passes away, I don’t know how many people will be unable to sleep or eat or drink.

When the crown prince is young, where will this huge empire go?

"Transfer the order and summon the doctor to order Meng Yi."

Ying Zheng stood up and threw the black roll into the stove beside him, turning it into ashes.

"Mr., receive the order."

Zhao Zhong felt a solemn in his heart. His Majesty Meng Yi was deeply favored by His Majesty. His Majesty urgently called Meng Yi. Do you want to prepare for the future?

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Zhong's leaving figure, and his face showed a contemplative look.

Not long after, the Imperial Physician Order came to Pingtian Hall and bowed to Ying Zheng and said, "I, pay homage to Your Majesty."

"No gift, come forward."

Ying Zheng was pulled back to his thoughts, then glanced at the Imperial Doctor Order and said lightly.

"Since the order."

The Imperial Doctor Ling walked over nervously. After approaching the Holy Driving, he stood in front of Ying Zheng very honestly, lowering his head, a little embarrassed.

Ying Zheng did not speak, but stretched out his right hand and placed it flat on the wooden table in front of him.

As a famous doctor in the world and the leader of the imperial physician in the palace, the Imperial Physician Order naturally understood His Majesty’s intention.

He quickly stretched out his finger carefully and began to take his majesty for His Majesty.

But as time goes by, his face becomes increasingly ugly?

how so?

This is impossible...

"How is my health?"

Ying Zheng took the expression of the Imperial Doctor, his heart sank and said coldly.

The Imperial Physician immediately broke out in cold sweat and knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I will die."

Looking at the appearance of the imperial physician order, Ying Zheng's heart fell even more to the bottom. Could it be that his deadline is coming?

"I didn't ask you when I will die, I just asked you when I will die?"

Ying Zheng frowned and looked at the imperial physician who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, and said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty...I...I don't know!"

The Imperial Physician Ling was frightened by Ying Zheng's words, and his voice was a little stuttering and he was vague.

"Aren't you a famous doctor all over the world? You claim to be Bian Que and have a wonderful hand to rejuvenate, why don't you know anything?"

Ying Zheng was very dissatisfied. At this time, he was like a wounded beast, his heart full of worries about the future.

"I have shallow medical skills and mediocre qualifications, so I cannot tell you about the pulse of Your Majesty."

The Imperial Doctor made his heart fall to the bottom. He had no doubt that if this supreme ruled the world would be furious, he would be on the spot.

"Um?"

"How can I explain this?"

Ying Zheng was stunned and said suspiciously.

"I can't notice your majesty's pulse."

Imperial Doctor Ling Zhen wanted to kill him. He practiced medicine for most of his life and saved countless wounded people. Are he really old?

Can't even call His Majesty's pulse?

Or does Your Majesty have no pulse at all?

But how is this possible?

Everyone in the world has pulse patterns. If there is no pulse pattern, wouldn’t it be dead?

Thinking of this, the Imperial Doctor Ling was chilling and put this absurd idea behind his mind, and did not dare to think about it any more.

Ying Zheng also understood and said in confusion: "What do you mean is that I have no pulse?"

"I dare not speak nonsense."

How dare the Imperial Physician Ling say such words? Without pulse, wouldn’t that be dead?

Isn't this cursing His Majesty's death?

I dare not say it myself!

Although Ying Zheng did not understand medical skills, he could still distinguish pulse patterns.

Extend his left hand, his fingers were put together, and pressed against his right wrist artery.

After a long time, Ying Zheng did not notice that his pulse was beating at all.

Sure enough, there is no pulse, which indicates that you are about to die soon?

He stretched out his right hand and placed it on his chest. Ying Zheng frowned. He could clearly feel that his heartbeat was slow and weak.

It doesn't seem to stop for long...

"You retreat!"

Ying Zheng directly sent off the imperial physician order, and his heart was heavy.

There are still six years left before the day I die in my memory.

Can destiny really not be changed?

"I, take your leave."

The Imperial Doctor ordered a quick bow, and then left Pingtian Palace with a pissing flow.

Looking at the figure of the imperial physician Ling leaving, Ying Zheng called softly: "Black Nightmare."

A black shadow appeared silently in Pingtian Palace like a ghost.

"His Majesty."

Hei Yan was covered in black robe and bowed to Ying Zheng.

"The Imperial Physician Ling hanged himself for fear of his crime because he was not good at learning skills and had a shallow medical skills."

Ying Zheng's voice was very plain and he said to the black shadow.

"I'm leaving."

Heiyan immediately understood the holy will and left again quietly.

This is a secret about the safety of the world and is never allowed to be leaked.

Only dead people can keep secrets forever. Although Ying Zheng does not want to kill innocent people, he would not mind doing so if he needs to.

Once something that has no pulse and is spread, it will cause considerable turmoil for the Qin Empire.

If someone knows it, you will definitely be able to infer from this that your body is about to run out of oil.

If he really passed away and Gong Ziyu was young, could he really support the Qin Empire?

Or is Fusu more suitable?

But if Fusu succeeded to the throne, Ying Zheng was very worried that the situation of abolishing all schools of thought and the supremacy of Confucianism and Taoism would be staged in advance in the Qin Dynasty.

This is not the ending I want to see, but who can replace me to take charge of the Great Qin Empire and make the Great Qin Empire immortal forever?

Many sons appeared in Ying Zheng's minds one by one, but Ying Zheng finally looked disappointed.

He had more than 20 sons, but he was sadly aware that none of them were qualified heirs.

Could it be that my vision is too high?
To be continued...