These old boys dare to say such bastard words in front of the emperor.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. The ministers really have no other choice. Moreover, the cut may cause inflammation, suppuration, and be life-threatening. Therefore, the ministers advise the Emperor not to use this method. The best method now is still
Let someone get the antidote."
"Use the knife!"
Just when the three imperial doctors knelt down and tried to persuade them, Tuoli made a decision that everyone could not believe.
"Your Majesty, please think clearly, this is not something ordinary people can endure. And with your injury, it is unlikely that you will pass out from the pain." The imperial doctor comforted you.
"Am I...an ordinary person?"
"My lord, I will go to the Nanyang military camp and promise to retrieve the antidote within three days and present it to my lord. Please take your orders back."
Qianli knelt down and begged Tuoli for orders.
"The general will go too!"
"The general will go too!"
Qianye and Qianze also asked for orders.
"My lord, brothers, go and get the antidote for your lord. The general will guard the military camp. This move is foolproof. Please take back your fame!"
Qian Rui, who had always held Tuoli's hands tightly, also asked Tuoli to take back his decision.
He believed that Qianli, Qianye and Qianze would get the antidote within three days, even if they risked their lives.
If they get the antidote within three days, Tuoli won't have to endure the huge pain of digging flesh into the wound. If they can't get the antidote even if they risk their lives, Tuoli can live for three more days.
, it only adds to the pain.
"Stop talking nonsense!... You... if you talk more... my wound... will... no longer be... the size of a bowl!"
Tuoli had made up his mind. The imperial doctor glanced at the generals and got up to get busy.
Qian Rui has been guarding Tuoli, Qian Li, Qian Ye, Qian Ze immediately started their actions.
Mo Zihan and his party had just entered Fancheng when they heard that in today's battle, the emperors of both sides were seriously injured. Especially the emperor of North Vietnam, who was plotted by Nanyang spies and was poisoned with incurable poison. His life and death are unknown.
After hearing such bad news, Mo Zihan's mind suddenly went blank.
All the previous dissatisfaction caused by being plotted disappeared, replaced by waves of tight throbbing pain from the heart and the suffocation that made it difficult to breathe.
Rushing to the North Vietnamese military camp as quickly as possible, and after showing the token given to her by the Queen Mother, Mo Zihan and the others successfully entered the camp.
He galloped towards Tuoli's tent, saw the king's tent with dim lights from a distance, and felt a little more at ease.
But when he was about to reach the king's tent, he was intercepted by the Qianjia brothers who were about to go out to get the antidote.
"Witch! You still have the nerve to come here! Today, my general will eliminate harm for the people and kill you, the witch who has brought disaster to the country and the people!"
Mo Zihan, who was about to ask about Tuoli's injury, saw Qianze glaring at her, and she was relieved a little bit, but suddenly her throat raised again, almost causing her to have a myocardial infarction and die.
However, Yi Wuchen and Leng Feng reacted quickly this time and immediately took Qian Ze's palm towards Mo Zihan.
"What happened to Tuoli?"
Mo Zihan suppressed the trembling in her voice and asked in a deep voice.
"You still dare to ask?! If it weren't for you, Nanyang wouldn't have attacked North Vietnam! If it weren't for you, the emperor wouldn't rather lose the world than lose you! If it weren't for..."