"No... I still have a medicine left now. Although it is a bit difficult to find, I will definitely find it..." The answer to her voice was extremely soft: "Miaolian, don't worry, I will definitely cure you."

Her eyes lit up: "Really? Can I get better?"

"Don't worry, you will definitely get better."

However, this did not cheer her up. She closed her eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking.

When Ye Jia looked over, she could only see her like a withered flower, trembling slightly in the wind. She no longer had any hope for her life.

He slowly stood up. This was the room of the women in the palace. She was the emperor's concubine. He had only fulfilled the responsibility of a doctor, and then it was time to keep a proper distance.

"Yejia... are you lying to me..."

He was shocked.

She opened her eyes, looked at him slowly, and laughed bitterly.

Yejia, Yejia.

He has never been a lie. In his life, he has never told any lies.

My condition cannot be cured.

Even if those pills go down, it will be useless.

If there is really hope, the emperor will definitely come with him, right? Look, the national teacher Ye Jia has traveled thousands of miles to the palace, but the emperor still has never shown up.

Hong, Hong, he has completely given up on himself. His side has long been replaced by other women.

"Yejia, I know, I can't get better..." She burst into tears, "You'd better go back, don't bother with me... Besides, I'm afraid of infecting you..." Even the imperial doctors were afraid of being contagious. Yejia, why bother to implicate him?

"Miaolian, don't think too much. As long as you find that herb, you will definitely get better..."

She lowered her eyelids, which was the kindest lie.

Every doctor will not tell the patient directly: You are out of help, prepare for your funeral immediately.

No, no, they never do that.

They will only tell their families about the truth.

But where are your family members?
Chapter completed!