"His Royal Highness, you just promised me that no matter what method you use, you will not stop me! The doctor is kind, so please rest assured, Your Highness!"

As Judge Yang spoke, he held a gold-plated knife in one hand and a large handful of silver needles spread out like a fan in the other, striding past him towards the dragon couch in the hall.

"Wait a minute! I'm telling you, Judge Yang, if you want to cure diseases and save people, you can just apply moxibustion! What's the point of holding a knife at someone?"

The prince quickly followed him, holding Yuan Yang's arm to prevent him from starting.

"I observe that the bloodline of Your Majesty is already undercurrent, and it is flowing uncontrollably and has the potential to overwhelm the river. I am afraid that my life will be in danger this time!"

Yang Yi shook his head helplessly, with a gloomy face. After smiling bitterly for a moment, he sighed again:

"Acupuncture is only effective for daily mild cases of heart and blood diseases. Today, the disease has penetrated into the essence of the heart and spreads all over the head and limbs. If blood is not released to relieve blood pressure in time, even if a miracle doctor comes from heaven, there will be no way to save it!"

The sudden diagnosis of a serious illness was loud and clear. Every word was like an ominous bell, beating in the heart of Prince Lu Zhao.

In an instant, his face turned pale as he was shocked by these words, his legs gave out, and he collapsed on the ground, staring blankly at his father who was sitting on the dragon bed in a trance.

When this real pain hit him suddenly, he neither cried nor made a fuss.

Doctors are benevolent. Yang Yi, who is beside the bed, has said ugly things in front of him, but is willing to use all his strength to cure diseases and save people.

I saw that he first put down a large handful of dozens of silver needles that were densely packed like a silver fan, held the gold-stitched knife in one hand, picked up one of Emperor Jing's big hands, and gently touched each fingertip.

A series of small cuts were made.

After cutting one hand, he hurriedly cut the fingertips of the other hand.

In an instant, Emperor Jing was lying upright on the dragon couch, and his fingers, which were not wet with Yangchun water but only reviewed the memorials, were already dripping with blood like springs.

Everyone in the hall couldn't bear to watch.

The prince clenched his fists and sweated, thinking that if his father didn't wake up and turn around, he would definitely give this bold medical officer a good beating.

Who would have thought that Judge Yang could not do anything after pricking ten of his fingers. At this moment, he swung the short and powerful knife straight towards Emperor Jing's head!

"Bold Yang Yi! What on earth do you want to do! I think you are just assassinating people in the name of practicing medicine! Come here! Tie up this traitor and drag him out!"

When the prince saw this, he was furious. He cheered up and shouted loudly.

Jiang Chengzi rushed towards the dragon couch with a single stride, and he had already been prepared to kill him.

However, Yang Yi quickly raised his knife and stabbed Emperor Jing's thick and huge earlobe like lightning.

When Jiang Chengzi rushed forward, the black and red blood was already gushing out from the earlobe, and soon it stained the splendid dragon robe around Emperor Jing's neck and shoulders.

Before anyone could react, Yang Yi completed the puncture of the other earlobe to draw blood with lightning speed.

The movement of the sword was like flowing clouds and flowing water, so fast and precise that the onlookers had no time to think.

"Yang Yi! Today you have committed such a heinous and unethical act. If my father cannot be saved, let's see how I punish you!"

The prince shouted aggressively and without mercy.

Yang Yi was unmoved. He calmly picked up long and short silver needles and stabbed them into Emperor Jing's head, face, chest, arms, palms and other places.

While inserting the needle, he muttered some medical terms that none of them understood:

"First acupuncture Xinxin point, then Xinmen point, Sihua point, acupuncture and bleeding, then acupuncture Dizong point, acupuncture near Tianhuang point, then Tongxin point, Tongguan point, Tongtian point. Acupuncture and bleeding in Weizhong area

, cooperate with the acupuncture points of Xinchang, spleen swollen points, Mars upper and lower Mars points..."

Yang Yuan worked hard for a long time, turning Emperor Jing's body upside down.

In less than a cup of tea, Emperor Jing was pricked with silver needles all over his body, like a giant hedgehog.

"Finally, prick and bleed at the crook of the elbow, and prick and bleed at the Wuling point. Okay, you're done! Phew!"

The rescue was finally completed! Yang Yi released all the tension and pent-up energy in his heart, took a deep breath, stroked his palms again, and said with a relaxed smile.

The prince's teeth were clenching and he was about to have an attack.

At this moment, Emperor Jing's fingers suddenly curled slightly, and then moved slightly a few more times.

"Father! Are you awake? Father! Can you hear what I am saying? I am Zhao'er.

Ah! Father!"

The prince threw himself down in front of his father's bedside, and held up Emperor Jing's arm as usual. However, his fingertips were pricked by sharp silver needles and bounced back. He grimaced in pain and retracted his hand.

"Your Majesty, please don't act rashly! Look at me, I'm not getting pricked by a needle!"

Seeing his cowardly look, Yang Yi chuckled.

"At this time, you just need to be patient and wait patiently."

Judge Yang continued his instructions.

Before the words were spoken, everyone saw Emperor Jing's eyelids twitching several times in succession, then opening his eyes slightly, and then closing them immediately.

"Yang Yi, what's going on? How did you treat my father's disease? I've already used the knife and needle, but it's not of any use! Could it be that you are coming back to your senses? How did you become the imperial hospital?

Judgment! How dare you say that you are the first person in Dajing’s medical skills?”

When the prince saw that the emperor was awake and asleep again, he didn't understand what was going on and became impatient. He suddenly flicked his sleeves and reprimanded angrily.

"Your Highness, the Emperor needs to rest now. Please be patient and return to your East Palace to wait for good news. I will prepare the food carefully, check at any time, and report to the Queen in time."

Yang Yi replied neither humble nor arrogantly, with reason, evidence and restraint.

Empress Zhao is the master of the harem and the mother of the world. If the emperor is ill, he should report it to the empress as soon as possible. She will promptly arrange for someone to attend to the illness and decide whether to block the news or not.

As for whether the prince is suitable to stay here, it is naturally decided by the queen.

"Since the emperor is able to move, why hasn't he woke up yet? You can report it yourself! But seeing that the emperor is ill in bed, how can we be lazy! I am the prince! I am also the eldest son of the emperor, so I should be a brother.

Set an example! I won’t leave!”

The prince insisted on his opinion. Although his voice was lowered in compliance with the doctor's orders, his tone was unquestionable and decisive.

"Your Highness, the Emperor has been brought back from hell! But his vitality is severely damaged! He is not completely out of danger yet! What the Emperor needs most now is to take medicine, rest in bed, and maintain a quiet and ventilated environment that makes him comfortable. The most taboo is

The only thing that is noisy in large numbers is to cause fire and burn one’s heart again!”
Chapter completed!