At this moment, the imperial doctor came in from outside with medicine in his hand and said, "Your Majesty, the medicine is here. Let the emperor take it quickly."
"Well, good...good!" Zhixin sobbed and walked out of Ye Xun's arms.
The imperial doctor stepped forward and took Ye Xun's pulse again, "Oh no, the emperor's heartbeat is getting faster and faster. If this continues, the heart can no longer bear it."
The leading physician turned his head and said to the several physicians following him.
"Mr. Hu, please let the emperor take the medicine first," another doctor said eagerly.
Ye Xun's whole body was shaking with pain. The imperial doctor walked around Zhi Xin and brought the medicine to Ye Xun's mouth, "Your Majesty, please drink this bowl of medicine first."
Ye Xun stretched out his hand to hold the bowl of medicine. His hands were trembling so much that he could not bring himself to his mouth, and most of the medicine was spilled.
"Your Majesty, this..."
The imperial doctor looked embarrassed. Ye Xun was in such a state that he couldn't take the medicine at all.
"Xun, let me feed you." Ye Xun took the medicine from his hand and Zhi Xin brought it to his mouth.
"Your Majesty, this medicine is poisonous!" the imperial doctor exclaimed. This anti-Red Pill medicine is made from hundreds of poisons. If your Majesty drinks it like this, she will definitely die.
"Xin'er, you..." Hearing what the imperial doctor said, Ye Xun's heart rose in his throat. He wanted to speak out to stop him, but was blocked by Zhi Xin's mouth.
The medicine slid down the tips of their tongues and into Ye Xun's mouth.
Zhixin raised her eyes, looked at Ye Xun and smiled lightly, "Xun, let me do it for you once."
With that said, he brought the medicine to his mouth again.
"Xin'er, no!" Ye Xun grabbed Zhi Xin's hand with pain in his eyes.
"Xun, Xin'er is a scourge, and I keep pestering you. How can I let anything happen to me?" Zhixin's tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and she took away Ye Xun's hand, put the medicine into her mouth again, and came closer.
Ye Xun, once again put the medicine into Ye Xun's mouth.
Repeatedly, Ye Xun's heart ached, and his tears dripped down onto the quilt like rain, making it wet all over.
The imperial doctor looked at Zhi Xin like this and was stunned for a while. It was not until Zhi Xin handed the bowl back to the imperial doctor that they finally recovered.
"Your Majesty, please let me take a look!" Without caring much, the imperial doctor grabbed Zhi Xin's hand, felt the pulse, and after a while, he breathed heavily, "Fortunately, Your Majesty did not swallow the medicine."
Hearing what the imperial doctor said, Zhixin and Yexun breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
(Hey~~~ I’m going to make a digression, who is the person who predicted the dream? Please listen to the extra explanation!)