As soon as Huangfulian was placed on the bed, the accompanying eunuch immediately pushed aside the crowd, sat beside the bed, and began to take Huangfulian's pulse.
Several men were waiting eagerly by the bed, with anxious expressions on their faces.
After the accompanying doctor took his pulse, he sat by the bed without saying a word, with a solemn expression on his face.
"How is it? Is it serious?"
"Will the king die?"[
"Death? If the king dies, what will happen to our country?"
"..."
Several grown men, seeing that the doctor remained silent, immediately used their powerful imaginations and began to make wild guesses.
For a moment, the room was filled with chatter and noise, which made people's ears swell and their heads dizzy.
"Shut up! Shut up, everyone! Do you want to wake up the king?" The doctor couldn't bear the noise and could only roar loudly.
When several grown men heard that they would wake Huangfulian up, they immediately shut up, kept silent, and stopped talking.
The doctor breathed a long sigh of relief, opened the prepared medicine box, and began to clean the wound on Huangfulian's hand.
The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of a piece of cloth being torn, there was no sound at all.
Everyone held their breath and watched the doctor clean the dried blood off Huangfulian's hands little by little, revealing the dense white bones.
The moment they saw the miserable state of his hands clearly, several men present gasped at the same time.