Since His Majesty has been away for a long time, the Lizheng Hall has long been deserted.
Luo Jia was helped into the bedroom by the eunuchs and collapsed on the dragon bed. Gao Miao immediately called the imperial doctor.
Everyone was screened out.
Luojia was trembling all over, and howling with fear came from his mouth, like a beast struggling in a desperate situation.
"Hurry... let me roast it quickly..."
The imperial doctor trembled and took the moxibustion stick. It was not that they didn't know how to use it. Feng Zhaoyi had mentioned its use before. However, such a simple thing requires patience and care. Everyone can do it originally, but because of this, it is even more necessary.
The person closest to you should do it, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to have a stranger hanging around in front of you.
In addition, Your Majesty keeps struggling, how dare you burn him? Who will be responsible for the burns?
The imperial doctor lit the moxibustion stick, but could not use it for a long time.
"Go away, pustules, pustules... you are all pustules..."
"Your Majesty, please be quiet... Please be quiet so that I can burn you, otherwise I will burn you..."
Luo Jia kicked his hands wildly: "No, I don't want you...go away...Fangfei, I want Fangfei...Fangfei, go and call Fangfei..."
Everyone looked at each other, where to find Feng Zhaoyi at this time?
"His Majesty……"
"I'm in so much pain... so uncomfortable... Hurry, save me..."
His resistance became weaker and weaker, and soon, his whole body had no strength, and he could only curl up and slump on the bed, his whole body like chaff.
The imperial doctor carefully took the roasting stick, and Eunuch Gao calmed His Majesty's emotions and immediately started roasting it for His Majesty.
Luo Jia was in a daze, with waves of cold air all over his body. As soon as the smell of mugwort penetrated his nose, he seemed to wake up slightly and saw the absurdity of his past days.
"His Majesty……"
He suddenly jumped up, and the doctor was caught off guard, and all the red-hot strips fell on his cheeks.
He screamed and rolled to the ground, like a mad beast: "Trash...trash...you damn idiots..."
The imperial doctor trembled, and the moxibustion stick fell to the ground: "The guilty minister deserves to die... The guilty minister deserves to die..."