On the bed, under the bright yellow brocade quilt, lay an old man with white beard and hair, who was none other than Emperor Chu Yan.
Chu Munan hurried to the bed and looked down, only to see that his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and there was a faint blue-black color between his eyebrows, indicating that he was about to die.
Chu Munan no longer hesitated. He first placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table, and then took out a cloth bag from his arms.
He quickly opened it, revealing a row of silver needles inserted diagonally inside.
He took out a silver needle and quickly inserted it into an important acupuncture point on the man's head, followed by the second and third needle.
After Chu Munan gave him seven injections, he who was originally motionless finally started to move.
His eyelids moved first, and then he opened his eyes very slowly.
When Chu Munan saw him open his eyes, he immediately gave him a pill.
Chu Yan frowned, stared at him weakly and asked, "You..."
"Stop talking!" Chu Munan lowered his voice: "I'm here to save you."
Although Chu Yan was very weak, his mind still worked very quickly.
In a very short period of time, he made the decision to trust Chu Munan. He opened his dry mouth tremblingly, took Chu Munan's hand and swallowed the pill.
The medicine was so miraculous that it melted in his mouth without chewing. The pill went down his throat and into his stomach.
Miraculously, the pill seemed to have a bit of power. Once it entered the body, the old man felt a flow of air entering his body, as if his body, which was so dry that it was about to lose its life, gained strength.
Chu Munan knew the efficacy of his medicine, so when he saw the old man's eyes brightened a little, he helped him up and fed him the medicine.
When Chu Yan saw the decoction, he hesitated and asked, "Is this the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor?"
Chu Munan shook his head: "I drove it."
The man glanced at Chu Munan, didn't ask anything else, reached out to take the soup, and drank it.
Seeing that he believed in her so much, Chu Munan felt a little closer to him.
After drinking the medicine, Chu Munan handed over a handkerchief. Chu Yan took it and wiped it. Then he looked at Chu Munan and asked, "Did the queen send you here?"
Chu Munan: "Yes and no."
Chu Yan glanced at him in surprise and asked, "Who is that?"
Chu Munan did not answer directly, but just said: "You are still very weak now. For now, taking good care of your health is the most important thing."
Chu Yan's eyes darkened: "Do you care about me?"
Chu Munan's expression was calm: "The Emperor is the Son of Heaven, the King of a country, and is concerned with the welfare of all people. As one of them, it is normal for ordinary people to care about your health."
Chu Yan's eyes suddenly darkened: "Unexpectedly, all of my children are not as sensible as you, a commoner."
Chu Munan did not answer, but stretched out his hand to pull Chu Yan's hand: "Your Majesty, let the common people take your pulse."
"Yeah." Chu Yan extended his hand to him very cooperatively.
While Chu Munan was taking his pulse, Chu Yan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the young man in front of him. He felt that the young man in front of him not only had handsome features, but also showed determination and courage in his whole attitude.
Chu Yan sincerely liked the young man in front of him, and even felt a sense of regret, "Why is he not my son?"
"May I have your name?"
Chu Yan asked.
"Chu Munan, a grass-roots man."
Chu Munan didn't even raise his eyelids and still took Chu Yan's pulse seriously.