"The ...... of the Imperial Doctor"

Zhao Zhong shouted loudly outside the hall.

After a while, Ying Zheng was relieved.

Zhao Zhonggang breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw His Majesty's pale face, he immediately shuddered in his heart and said, "Your Majesty, you have a nosebleed." ”

"What's the panic, haven't I died yet?"

Ying Zheng glared at Zhao Zhong, then picked up the black scroll on the wooden case, wiped his nose, and sure enough, he saw the scarlet blood stains on it.

Is your limit approaching?

Ying Zheng sighed deeply in his heart, during this time, he felt that his body was gradually becoming a little overwhelmed.

In the past two or three years, I have stopped taking pills and used various means to regulate my body, but is it still too late?

Cough! Cough!

Where did Zhao Zhong dare to talk back, lowered his head, and did not dare to look directly at His Majesty's gaze.

Can you not panic?

If Your Majesty dies, I don't know how many people will have trouble sleeping and eating for this.

The prince is young, where will this huge empire go?

"Spread the decree, summon Lang Zhongling Meng Yi."

Ying Zheng stood up and threw the black scroll into the stove beside him, turning it to ashes.

"Minister, Commander."

Zhao Zhong was solemn in his heart, Shangqing Meng Yi was deeply favored by His Majesty, and His Majesty was in a hurry to recruit Meng Yi, did he want to take precautions?

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Zhong's departing figure, with a contemplative look on his face.

It didn't take long for the imperial physician to come to the Pingtian Palace, bow to Yingzheng and say, "Minister, meet Your Majesty." ”

"Excuse me, come forward."

Ying Zheng was pulled back to his thoughts, then glanced at the Imperial Doctor's Order, and said lightly.

"Minister, obey the order."

The Imperial Physician Ling walked over in a nervous mood, and after approaching the Holy Driver, he stood in front of Ying Zheng very honestly, with his head bowed, a little cramped.

Ying Zheng did not speak, but stretched out his right hand and laid it flat on the wooden table in front of him.

As a famous doctor in the world and the head of the imperial doctor in the palace, the imperial physician Ling naturally understood His Majesty's intentions.

Hurriedly and cautiously stretched out his fingers and began to call for His Majesty.

But as time went on, his face became more and more ugly?

How so?

That's impossible......

"How's my body?"

Ying Zheng took in the look of the imperial doctor's order, his heart sank, and he said coldly.

The Imperial Physician Ling immediately broke out in a cold sweat on his head, and knelt down directly and said, "Your Majesty, the minister is dead." ”

Looking at the appearance of the imperial doctor's order, Yingzheng's heart fell to the bottom even more, could it be that he was really about to reach the limit?

"I didn't ask you when you would die, only when I would die?"

Ying Zheng frowned, looked at the Taiyi Ling who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, and said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty...... Minister...... I don't know! ”

Imperial Doctor Ling was frightened by Ying Zheng's words, and his voice was a little stammered and slurred.

"Aren't you a famous doctor all over the world? The self-proclaimed Bian Que is alive, and his magic hands are rejuvenated, why don't he know anything? ”

Ying Zheng was very dissatisfied, at this time he was like a wounded beast, and his heart was full of worries about the future.

"The courtier's medical skills are shallow, his qualifications are mediocre, and he can't tell His Majesty's pulse."

The Imperial Doctor made a heart fall to the bottom, and he had no doubt that this supreme king of the world, once he was angry, he would inevitably die on the spot.

"Huh?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Ying Zheng was stunned and said suspiciously.

"Minister, I can't detect His Majesty's pulse."

Taiyi Ling really wants to die head-on, he has practiced medicine for most of his life, saving countless lives and helping the injured, is he really old?

Can't even call out His Majesty's pulse?

Or does Your Majesty have no pulse at all?

But how is this possible?

Everyone in the world has a pulse, and if there is no pulse, it is not death......

Thinking of this, the Imperial Physician Ling shuddered, put this ridiculous idea behind him, and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Ying Zheng also understood, and said suspiciously: "What do you mean, do you mean that I have no pulse?" ”

"The minister doesn't dare to speak up."

How dare the Imperial Physician Ling say such a thing, if there is no pulse, wouldn't it be a dead person?

Isn't this cursing Your Majesty for death?

I don't dare to say it!

Although Ying Zheng doesn't know medical skills, he can still distinguish the pulse.

Stretching out his left hand, he put his fingers together and pressed against the artery in his right wrist.

After a long time, sure enough, Ying Zheng didn't notice the slightest beating of his pulse at all.

Sure enough, there is no pulse, which is a sign that he is about to die?

Again stretched out his right hand and put it on his chest, Ying Zheng's brows were tightly locked, and he could clearly feel that his heartbeat was slow.

It doesn't seem to take long to stop......

"Stand down!"

Ying Zheng directly withdrew the imperial doctor's order, and his heart was heavy.

There are still six years left before the day I remember my death.

Is it true that Destiny cannot be changed?

"Minister, retire."

The Imperial Physician Ling hurriedly bowed, and then left the Pingtian Hall with a stream of urine.

Looking at the figure of the Imperial Physician Ling leaving, Ying Zheng called softly: "Black Nightmare." ”

A black shadow, like a ghost, appeared silently in the Pingtian Temple.

"Your Majesty."

The black nightmare was shrouded in black robes, and bowed to Ying Zheng.

"Because of his lack of proficiency and shallow medical skills, the Imperial Doctor Ling hanged himself for fear of sin."

Ying Zheng's voice was very flat, and he said to the black shadow.

"The minister retired."

The Nightmare immediately comprehended the will and quietly left again.

This is a secret about the safety of the world, and it will never be allowed to be leaked.

Only the dead can keep secrets forever, and although Ying Zheng doesn't want to kill innocents, he won't mind doing so if he needs to.

Once the matter of his own no pulse is spread, it will cause a lot of turmoil for the Great Qin Empire.

If someone knows about it, it must be able to deduce that his body is about to run out of oil.

If he really dies, Gongzi Yu is young, can he really support the Great Qin Empire?

Or is Fusu more suitable?

But if Fusu succeeds to the throne, Yingzheng is very worried, and the future generations will depose the hundred schools, and the situation of Confucianism and Taoism will be staged in advance in Great Qin.

This is not the ending I want to see, but who can succeed me at the helm of the Great Qin Empire and make the Great Qin Empire immortal?

Many sons appeared in Ying Zheng's mind one by one, but Ying Zheng was still disappointed in the end.

He had more than 20 sons, but he sadly found that none of them were qualified heirs.

Could it be that your vision is too high?

Maybe Fusu will become a qualified king?

"Your Majesty...... Big things are not good......"

Zhao Zhong suddenly ran up in a panic, and said with a sad expression.

"What's going on?"

Ying Zheng was pulled back into his thoughts, and he glared at Zhao Zhongdao.

"Eight hundred miles from the Bohai Sea is urgent, the eldest son is critically ill and ......"

Zhao Zhong's voice was crying, and he was very scared in his heart, at such a time, he would have to block His Majesty, but he didn't dare not report it.

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! Cough! ”

Ying Zheng suddenly coughed violently, and the whole person seemed to be many years old.

Is this a roof leak that happened to rain overnight?

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