But he discovered to his horror that he couldn't move.
All over his body, only his eyes can still move.
Yue Sijue made several attempts. At first, he thought that his body was in a state of paralysis after lying down for too long and that it would be better if he took it slow.
As time passed and he still couldn't control his body, Yue Sijue had an unbelievable thought in his heart.
Am I having a stroke?
Looking back, I think I had lunch with Shenyou at Lingbo Pavilion. He was fine at first, but then he had a splitting headache for some unknown reason, which kept him in pain for a long time.
The memory stopped abruptly here. He didn't know what happened next.
After Yue Sijue's recollection ended, he tried to move to no avail. He looked at the bed tent above his head with a stunned look on his face.
How did things develop into what they are now?
In his previous life, his health and bones were indeed not in good condition in his old age, but he had always been very healthy in his youth. Later, his physical problems were also caused by being busy with political affairs, thinking too hard, and often staying up late when he was young.
Now that he is still young, how could he suffer from a stroke and hemiplegia?
Yue Sijue was puzzled, but he couldn't even make a sound, only his consciousness was awake.
He just lay there, in disbelief, then angry, then sad and heartbroken, and then strangely calmed down.
In the afternoon, Eunuch Wei opened the bed curtain with the medicine in hand and was doing his routine to feed His Majesty the medicine. Only then did he realize that Yue Sijue had woken up.
Eunuch Wei looked surprised: "Your Majesty, when you wake up, why don't you call me Lao slave?"
"Yeah." Yue Sijue responded subconsciously, and suddenly found that he could speak.
Yue Sijue's pupils shrank suddenly, and a strong desire to survive suddenly burst out.
"Your Majesty, you finally woke up. You have been unconscious for three days." Eunuch Wei wiped his tears excitedly.
"Help me up." Yue Sijue tremblingly grabbed Eunuch Wei's hand with great force.
Eunuch Wei quickly put down the medicine bowl. His arms were so painful that he did not say a word. He helped Yue Sijue sit up and stuffed a pillow behind his waist.
"Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell? I will send someone to ask for the imperial doctor right now!" After Eunuch Wei finished speaking, seeing that Yue Sijue did not stop him, he winked at the little eunuch beside him, and the little eunuch immediately went to ask for the imperial doctor.
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"What disease am I suffering from?" Yue Sijue realized that he was not suffering from a stroke, but felt like he was surviving a desperate situation. He was still worried, knowing that asking the imperial doctor was the most accurate way, but still wanted to hear the answer he wanted to hear from Eunuch Wei.
"The imperial doctor said that your majesty is just overworked and will be fine after a few days of rest." Eunuch Wei did not dare to hide it, "but the imperial doctor will give your majesty acupuncture every day, saying that it can relieve the headache."
"Your Majesty, does your head still hurt?"
"I feel very good, I feel relaxed." Yue Sijue finally felt relieved, maybe the previous stiffness was just a sequelae of the acupuncture.
Soon the imperial doctor came for a follow-up examination and said that there was no serious problem and the medicine could be stopped.
"Am I really fine?" To be on the safe side, Yue Sijue wanted to confirm again.
Unexpectedly, the imperial doctor's expression became hesitant, which made Yue Sijue's heart skip a beat.
Could it be that I was terminally ill and they all deliberately hid it from me in order to make my last days easier?
"Does Your Majesty need to retreat?" The imperial doctor glanced at Eunuch Wei, wondering whether to speak or not.
"But it doesn't matter." Yue Sijue knew that Eunuch Wei would not betray him. Eunuch Wei knew his situation and could take better care of him.
Imperial Physician: "Has Your Majesty had frequent headaches before?"
Yue Sijue: "No, this is the first time."
Imperial Physician: "Then it's no big deal. Your Majesty, you should pay more attention to rest and don't be too tired."
Yue Sijue narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is everything okay? Don't lie to me."
"I dare not deceive Your Majesty."
The imperial doctor felt that normal people would have headaches and brain fever, so there was no need to cause panic and panic.
In the current situation, it is impossible to confirm that Your Majesty must have inherited the madness of the ancestor emperor. If you just make random guesses after having a headache, why should you be a doctor? Wouldn't it be better to just be a magician?