But even though he tried his best to survive, life was still slowly drawn out of his body bit by bit.
After answering that "ok", the hand caressing Mo Zihan's cheek slowly lowered.
Mo Zihan felt Ximen Yunhai's arms become heavier, and a bad premonition came over her.
The hand holding his palm relaxed slightly, and Ximen Yunhai's hand slipped down.
Mo Zihan felt that her heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea, and everything in front of her eyes was covered with mist from tears and became blurry. Even her head was a ball of mud.
"Your Majesty!" The ministers called again. This time, their Emperor was probably completely gone.
Suddenly remembering the shouts of killing outside, Yi Wuchen and Lengfeng, who were already stunned by the scene before them, remembered that there were 600 underworld cousins outside. So they hurried out to quell the fighting.
Just then, the imperial doctor arrived.
Seeing the scene in front of them, the imperial doctors were shocked and immediately surrounded Ximen Yunhai.
"The Empress of North Vietnam, please step back a little while the humble servants have to check the emperor's injury." An imperial physician requested.
After listening to the imperial doctor's words, Mo Zihan, who originally wanted to step back, found that her other hand was still tightly held by Ximen Yunhai, and she was reluctant to let go even to death.
"Otherwise, you can just check him like this. I'll keep an eye on him."
Seeing that the hands of the Emperor and the Queen of North Vietnam were held so tightly, the imperial doctors could not say anything more and hurriedly checked the injuries.
When the imperial doctor was examining him, Mo Zihan was so nervous that he could almost hear his own heartbeat. Looking at Ximen Yunhai with his eyes closed and his face pale, Mo Zihan's heart became entangled.
Her dagger was not inserted deeply, and it would not have been fatal at all. However, Ximen Yunhai made some repairs for herself, and the dagger was completely inserted into the heart. Originally, the heart was so severely traumatized that it would definitely be fatal in a short time.
He died of mental exhaustion, but Ximen Yunhai still said so many words to her.
And now it was obvious that he was only in a deep coma and not dead. So Mo Zihan looked at the imperial doctors with great hope, hoping that they could tell her some great news.
"Quickly, carry the emperor to the dragon bed." After peeling off Ximen Yunhai's clothes and inspecting them for a long time, the chief physician suddenly said to the ministers.
When everyone heard this, their spirits were shaken, and they immediately rushed forward to lift Ximen Yunhai, but were stopped by Lin Zhonghe.
"It's fine for the Za family to come alone. The emperor can't bear the trouble."
Lin Zhonghe took Ximen Yunhai from Mo Zihan, and when he saw their hands still holding each other, he couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.
Mo Zihan stood up from the ground, held Ximen Yunhai's hand, and quickly followed Lin Zhonghe to the bedroom in the main hall, and accompanied him to place Ximen Yunhai on the dragon bed.
"Imperial physician, how is he? Why is there still a trace of breath even though the dagger was inserted into the heart so deeply?" Mo Zihan asked anxiously.
"The emperor and Prince Luoyan, like the late emperor, have eccentric hearts."
The imperial doctor's words made Mo Zihan burst into ecstasy, and he looked at the imperial doctor hopefully.
"You mean, he won't die? Right?"
"Hey..." In response to Mo Zihan's surprise question, the imperial doctor shook his head solemnly.
"If the emperor's heart had not been so seriously damaged before, he might be able to overcome the difficulties this time. But..."
The imperial doctor's words made everyone present once again lose their hope that had just been raised.