Yan Hui said nothing. At this time, Emperor Luan Jia's shout came from outside the door.
"Long live my emperor..."
Emperor Xuanyuan walked over quickly: "No need."
The imperial physician followed the emperor with small steps. In many years, this famous imperial physician had not been so busy. He had just consulted Yan Que, and now the Seventh Prince had another problem.
"How is Lao Qi?" Taking advantage of the opportunity for the imperial doctor to enter, the emperor asked with a deep frown.
Yan Hui sighed: "It's not optimistic."
The other party is very vicious. Instead of using a highly toxic poison that can seal the throat with blood, it uses a chronic poison that feeds the body of the person who was poisoned by the meal. Even if an antidote is found, it can only relieve a temporary emergency, but it cannot cure the disease.
No matter how harsh it is to put it... I'm afraid the Seventh Prince will be dead.
If a king does not have a healthy body, it will be useless no matter how talented he is.
"Not optimistic? What do you mean?" The emperor's heart skipped a beat.
Yan Hui fell silent. After a while, the old doctor came out of the room with a sad face. When he saw the emperor, the old man knelt down and said, "I deserve to die, I deserve to die."
The emperor took two steps back, with a look of horror on his face. This imperial physician had the best medical skills in the entire imperial hospital. Back then, Yan Hui was plotted and his life was in danger. He almost met the King of Hell. It was his medical skills that saved Yan Hui.
Xuanyuan Si just fell off his horse, so how could he not be saved?
"Tell the truth, what happened to Lao Qi?" The emperor was so excited that blood rushed to his head from all directions, making him feel dizzy.
Dr. Zhang kowtowed and replied: "The prince is poisoned by a strange poison, and the poison has spread throughout his body. I have medical skills, but I can't save the seventh prince. Please forgive me."
After hearing the reason stated by the imperial doctor, Yan Buhuan staggered for two steps.
At this time, Qin Nian's voice suddenly came from the room: "Your Majesty... Where are you going, Your Majesty?"
Everyone was startled, only to see a dark red figure flash past everyone's eyes quickly and nimbly.
It was not as serious as what the imperial doctor said. Yan Buhuan even secretly rejoiced in his heart. Maybe his father and the imperial doctor had misdiagnosed it.
Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Si suddenly fell from the air at the critical moment of mid-air. There was no warning or prelude, and he just fell straight down.
Yan Hui used a big roc to spread its wings and caught Xuanyuan Si who had fallen in mid-air. After spinning around, the two of them landed firmly on the ground.
At this time, Xuanyuan Si's face showed a trace of pain, and anyone who saw that look would be extremely heartbroken.
Qin Nian rushed over and when he saw this scene, he immediately became confused: "My lord, what are you doing? What are you doing?"
Yan Hui supported him and said kindly: "Why don't you know how to take care of yourself when you are sick?"
Xuanyuan Si smiled bitterly: "Uncle Yan Hui, is this king sick?"
In fact, he knew last night that he was not very optimistic, but it was too late. The toxin spread so fast that he had no defense at all. From last night to now, he could feel the loss of internal energy, as if his body was broken.
It feels the same as when blood flows out of a blood vessel through an opening.
Xuanyuan Si clenched his fist. Now he can still hold his arm tightly. In a few days, he may not even have the strength to hold a tea cup. Then what is the difference between him and a cripple?
