Ha ha! Chang Zifei also laughed, but between the lightning and flint, there was a colic pain in his chest, as if someone was stirring in his chest with a knife, Chang Zifei's face was pale, his body was shaky, and he hurriedly covered his chest with one hand and held the desk with one hand to stabilize his body.

"Changxiang, what's wrong with you?"

A sharp-eyed official saw Chang Zifei's painful demeanor, and hurriedly ran to support Chang Zifei, and the rest of the officials were also attracted by this scene, and looked at Chang Zifei with a brush, Chang Zifei's pale face forcibly squeezed out a smile, and waved his hand with all his strength: "No.. It's okay, it's just a little wind.... Burst! ”

Before Chang Zifei finished speaking, he couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of black blood, and then the whole person lost consciousness and was unable to fall forward, fortunately, an official helped Chang Zifei, otherwise Chang Zifei fell and his head had to have a close contact with the desk.

Everything happened too suddenly, and all the officials in the audience did not react, and they were dumbfounded.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and ask the best doctor in the imperial capital!" The officials who were holding Chang Zifei roared at the officials with an anxious face!

"Yes, yes, hurry up and get a doctor!"

"Hurry, hurry!"

"A few of you come here, help Chang Xiang go to the backyard to rest!"

This roar completely woke up this group of officials, for a while, the officials rushed back in a hurry, and the busy right prime minister's mansion was a chicken flying dog jumping, messing into a pot of porridge, with the passage of time, the right prime minister's news of vomiting blood quickly swept the major yamen, and the six Shangshu, Ducha Yushi, and the left prime minister hurriedly led people to the right prime minister's mansion.

After two sticks of incense!

Right Prime Minister's Mansion, backyard!

In a bedroom in the backyard, the frail Chang Zifei was lying on the bed, and on the edge of the bed sat an old doctor in gray cloth and with gray hair, who was checking Chang Zifei's pulse.

The bedroom was overcrowded, but it was silent, everyone looked at the doctor very nervously, hoping that the doctor would have a smile on his face, but the doctor's face was always stiff, and even occasionally frowned, the situation was worrying!

After dozens of breaths, the old doctor slowly put away his hand to check the pulse, got up from the ground, turned his head to face the ministers, and sighed with a sad expression: "Changxiang's illness is a relatively common disease, called wheezing disease, the general symptom is frequent heavy breathing, coughing, and if the condition is serious, it will cough up blood and hurt the internal organs!" ”

"This disease cannot be cured, but if it is detected in advance, it can be suppressed by drugs, and the onset of the disease can be delayed, and it can often cough up blood for at least five or six months, and it has already spread all over the body, and no matter how much medicine you take, it will have no effect on the condition, in other words, there is no cure!"

"What!"

The old doctor's words were like a bolt from the blue to the ministers present, especially the capital Yu Shi Changqing, and the whole person lost his mind for a while.

Zuo Prime Minister Zhang Feizi frowned and looked at the old doctor, and couldn't help but question: "The prime minister used to be an official in the Yan Empire, and a colleague also had this disease, but even if he was sick and couldn't get up to take care of himself, he could still prescribe medicine, why do you say that there is no cure?" ”

The old doctor's face showed a wry smile, and he raised his hand to salute and replied: "Master Hui Zhangxiang, in fact, any disease is in the advanced stage, and it is useless to take any medicine, and those doctors just continue to prescribe medicine, just to give the patient a hope!" ”

"And the old man has been a doctor for 50 years, and he has treated 9,000 people if not 10,000 people, but the old man has never continued to prescribe medicine to any seriously ill person, because in the old man's opinion, medicine should be reserved for those who need it, and if it is given to those who don't need it, it will not be wasted!"

"Presumptuous!" Yang Zetie scolded lightly with a blushing face, "Chang Xiang is He Zun's body, how can it be said that it is a waste to give him medicine, believe it or not, this official will immediately put you in prison!" ”

"All beings in the world are equal, how can they be noble and humble!" The old doctor said righteously, not afraid of Yang Ze, the secretary of the military department.

"You..."

Yang Ze was about to scold, but was suddenly interrupted by Kong Wen: "Lord Yang is angry, Doctor Li has always been like this, has always been like this, besides, Chang Xiang needs to rest, don't make a loud noise!" ”

"Humph!" Yang Ze snorted lightly, pointed at the old doctor and said with a disdainful expression: "Just him? is also a miracle doctor, if a person like him who has no medical ethics becomes a miracle doctor, it is simply a big joke in the world! ”

"The name of the divine doctor is just a false name, Lord Yang doesn't recognize it, the old man doesn't care, but please Lord Yang can't say that the old man has no medical ethics, this is an insult to the old man, it's just that, Chang Xiang is seriously ill here, the old man doesn't want to argue with you, say goodbye!"

After the old doctor finished speaking, he left with two medicine boys with a cold face, and the angry Yang Ze almost drew his sword to kill.

"Who found this!" Yang Ze couldn't get angry, and looked at the doctor found by the bastard's grandson.

"This is the most famous doctor Li Shande Li in the city, who has been practicing medicine for 50 years, saving lives and helping countless wounded, and only needs a penny to see a doctor, he is deeply loved by the people, and his medical skills are also the most superb, which is better than the imperial doctor in the palace!" Kong Wen explained calmly.

He didn't find this doctor, but he knew it very well, because he was sick before, and he asked this Li Shen to heal him.

When Yang Ze heard these words, he immediately wondered: "Such a powerful doctor, why don't you go to the palace to be an imperial doctor?" ”

"With his character, I'm afraid that the first day is a living person entering the palace, and the second day is a dead person leaving the palace!" Kong Wen said with a smile.

No one blames you for telling the truth outside the palace, but inside the palace, hehe, as long as you dare to say that you can't be saved, then I don't know if the sick person is saved or not, but you are definitely not saved.

"Uh..." Yang Ze was speechless, silent, and suddenly lost his temper.

"Okay, except for Shang Shu, the rest of the officials of the six departments should step down, what will it look like to be crowded here!" Zhang Feizi waved his hand with a stern face.

When the words fell, the officials below the third rank retired silently, and soon left the bedroom, leaving the bedroom with six Shangshu, Chang Qing, Zhang Feizi, and Chang Zifei, who was lying on the bed and did not wake up.

"Lord Du Yushi, when did Changxiang's illness begin?" Jarrow asked, looking at the grim-faced evergreen.

At this time, Chang Qing was looking at Chang Zifei on the bed intently, and when he heard Jia Luo's question, he couldn't help but shake his head in shame, "The affairs of the Metropolitan Procuratorate are busy, although the Metropolitan Procuratorate is less than a thousand steps away from the Changfu, but I only go back once in a few months, and the rest of the time is spent in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so I don't know that my father is seriously ill!" ”

(End of chapter)