Bei Chenyue leaned on the bed, looking at the imperial physician who was taking his pulse coldly, without a trace of turmoil in his eyes.

However, the emperor waited for a long time with an anxious look on his face, but he couldn't help but ask, "How is it, Doctor Xu, you have been taking your pulse for a long time. You said something, is Yue'er's body getting better slowly?"

"This" Doctor Xu hesitated for a moment, and a bead of sweat slowly slid down on his forehead.

He took back his hand to take Beichenyue's pulse, turned around and knelt down in front of the bed, looked down at the ground, and said in fear: "The old minister dare not say it."

"What are you afraid to say? What are you afraid to say?" When the emperor heard his words, he immediately became anxious and said, "My Yue'er has been in a coma for more than three months. Now that I have married the youngest daughter of the Mu family, I finally woke up. Doesn't that mean that Yue'er will get better slowly?"

"This" sweat beads on Doctor Xu's forehead kept coming out one after another. He raised his hand and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, but his voice was hesitant and he did not dare to continue speaking.

After a moment of quiet in the room, Beichen Yue's clear and moist voice rang coldly and said, "Doctor Xu, but it's okay."

"This is it." Doctor Xu looked up and glanced at Beichen with a quiet glance, and he didn't dare to speak.

"I asked you to say it, if you say it, if you are so hesitant, I will ask someone to chop your head now!!" The emperor could not bear it anymore, and glared at Doctor Xu coldly, and his voice was trying his best to suppress his anger.

Doctor Xu was so scared that he kowtowed on the ground, and his voice trembled and stuttered: "I see that the pulse of Your Highness King Yue is no different from yesterday, and there are signs of getting weaker and weaker. Your Highness King Yue is all troubled by poisonous gas, and the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are in decline, and I am afraid that my life will be short of long."

After he finished speaking, the whole room was silent. The imperial physicians standing at the door lowered their heads, not even daring to say anything.

After hearing his words, the emperor smiled without being angry and said, "What did you say? Let me say it again."

"My minister said," Doctor Xu swallowed his saliva vigorously, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness the Ninth Prince is afraid that his life will not last long."

"Get out of here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor picked up the soft pillow on the bed and smashed it directly at Doctor Xu.

"Yes, yes, yes, let's get out now." Doctor Xu was hit on the head by the soft pillow. He was so scared that he quickly kowtowed on the ground again. He didn't even dare to stand up and crawled towards the door.

The emperor turned his head and looked at the group of imperial physicians standing at the door, and said angrily: "Doctor Zhang, come and take the pulse of the ninth prince."

"Yes" Doctor Zhang, who was named after the name, had sweated all over his head before he could even walk to the bed.

He trembled and took Beichenyue's pulse, looked at the emperor and Beichenyue with a embarrassed expression, and whispered: "I think Doctor Xu's words are reasonable."

"Get out!! Get out of here!!" The emperor directly stretched out his feet and kicked Doctor Zhang down and said, "What's the use of me raising you? A group of quack doctors!!"
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