Bei Juese said "thank you", and obediently held the bowl of noodles and lowered his head to eat. However, after a few bites, he vomited out all the things he had eaten, and spit out a large mouthful of blood that stained the bowl of noodles red.

The trembling hand couldn't hold the noodle bowl tightly, the bowl fell to the ground, the mixed noodles and soup were spilled all over the ground, Bei Juese frowned and bowed down, covering his chest tightly with one hand, and covering his mouth with the other, red blood seeped out from his fingers and flowed down his hand to his sleeve, and big drops of cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead. The strange aura in his body crashed everywhere as if out of control, hitting every part of his body as if it was going to be cut back and forth by thousands of blunt knives, and the intense pain was overwhelming, so that he could barely breathe, and the pain made him shrink into a ball and fall to the ground and roll on the ground. He hugged his body hard to try to ease the pain, but to no avail.

"Zhang Cheng, pass on the imperial doctor!"

Zhu Yijun bent down in a panic to stabilize Bei Juese's rolling body, and finally made him stop, but when he was about to help him up, he vomited more blood. The dazzling blood color suddenly covered half of Zhu Yijun's sleeves, which was shockingly red.

Zhu Yijun hugged Bei Juese, and panicked to wipe the blood off his lips and face for him, but before he had time to wipe it off, more blood spit out. The blood soon made his dragon robe bloodstained, and in a panic, he could only watch helplessly as Bei Juese continued to vomit blood, and finally fainted with a pale face.

All the imperial doctors in the palace were summoned to the courtyard where the senior eunuchs of the Qianqing Palace lived.

Outside the door of the room where Bei Jue Se lived, several close eunuchs cautiously peeked into the half-open door. Inside the room, kneeling in the dark, there was a group of imperial doctors with their heads bowed, their atmospheres not daring to penetrate, their foreheads sweating and their faces terrified; Zhang Cheng stood in a corner without saying a word, raising his eyes to look at Zhu Yijun's back from time to time.

Zhu Yijun sat on the edge of the bed worriedly and looked at Bei Jue who was lying on the bed. Bei Juese has been unconscious, and he also launched a high fever, which burned his cheeks red, and his lips cracked several times. In a high fever and coma, he seemed to be trapped in a terrible nightmare, and from time to time he was talking nonsense, gritting his teeth and frowning in pain, and tears poured out of his closed eyes again and again.

Zhu Yijun wiped away the tears that had not fallen on his eyelashes, he stood up irritably, walked quickly to one of the imperial doctors and angrily picked up one of them, and yelled at him with red eyes: "Didn't you just say that he was fine?" Now he has a high fever and is unconscious! How did you become a royal doctor?! ”

The royal doctor who was picked up trembled like a fallen leaf in the cold wind, and his teeth stammered: "Slave, slave just now, when he was diagnosed with Beigong Gong, when he was diagnosed, his pulse was indeed good, and it was not a big problem......

Zhu Yijun let go of him, kicked him away with a fierce kick, and said, "Quack! Someone, pull him out and cut him down! ”

Two guards rushed in and dragged out the imperial doctor with blood on the corner of his mouth and shouting "The emperor spares his life".

"You guys!" Zhu Yijun pointed at the imperial doctor who was dragged out, and then glared at the frightened imperial doctor viciously, "If you don't do your best to cure Xiaobei, you will end up like him!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the group of imperial doctors suddenly fell to the ground with a blank face and cried out in unison: "The emperor spares his life!" The emperor spares his life! ”

Kneeling at the front of the crowd, an old imperial doctor with bearded hair was quite calm, he fell to the ground and said, "Please Emperor Mingjian!" It's not that the minions don't do their best to save Grandpa Bei, but Grandpa Bei's body has serious whiplash wounds on the outside, and there are many strange qi scurrying around to destroy the meridians in various parts of the body, and the external injuries and internal troubles lead to pulse disorders, high fever that does not go away, and coma. The external injury is not a big deal, but the qi in Beigonggong's body is too weird, and the minions have never seen this kind of disease, and there are no similar case records in the medical books. Although he had used different medicines, acupuncture and other different methods for Beigong Gong to try to stabilize the strange qi in his body, he couldn't suppress it at all. With such a strange disease, I'm afraid Hua Tuo can't do anything about it even if he is reincarnated......"

"Enough!" Zhu Yijun angrily interrupted the old imperial doctor's words, "I want you to save people, not listen to your nonsense!" When I wanted you to save people, they all came to me and said that you were 'powerless', so what is the use of me keeping this waste of yours?! ”

The imperial doctors had no other words of explanation, but just fell to the ground and shouted in unison: "Please forgive the emperor!" Please forgive the emperor! ”

Seeing this situation, Zhu Yijun was even more angry. He was about to get angry when there was a slight noise behind him. Looking back, I saw that Bei Juese didn't know when he woke up and sat up.

Zhu Yijun hurriedly stepped forward to support his shoulders and said, "You finally woke up!" There was unconcealed excitement in his voice.

Bei Juese, who seemed to have not fully recovered himself, looked at him indifferently with eyes that still had tears on his face, and then turned his head to look at the imperial doctor who was kneeling in the room. He stared blankly for a long time before slowly turning his head back, and his confused gaze fell on the face of Zhu Yijun, who was anxious, and smiled.

"Why are so many people here?" The burned North Juese asked in a hoarse voice while leaning on the bed.

The smile hung on his haggard face, and there was an indescribable desolation in his eyes. Zhu Yijun endured the pain in his heart, and said to him casually: "They are here to treat you." ”

Bei Juese shook his head lightly and said, "Heal? I'm not sick. He turned his gaze back to the imperial doctor and smiled deeper, "I see, they're not here to heal, they're here to joke." ”

Zhu Yijun gently patted his hot cheek and said, "Look at you, you're all burnt." Where is the joke? ”

Kita struggled to get out of bed. Unsteady footsteps, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground, Zhu Yijun quickly grabbed him, but he pushed Zhu Yijun away, laughed loudly, and after a while stopped laughing, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pointed to himself and said, "Am I not exactly that joke?" A cheap, shameless, dirty joke! ”

Without waiting for Zhu Yijun to reply, Bei Juese took a step closer to him, looked at him with backwater-like eyes, and asked softly with a smile: "Your Majesty, you say, is my joke very good-looking?" He was smiling, but his eyes were as dull as ashes.

Zhu Yijun, who didn't know how to answer, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face for Bei Juese, but Bei Juese blocked his hand and shouted: "Don't touch me!" ”

He stumbled back a few steps and slammed into the table behind him. He grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it at the place where the group of imperial doctors were kneeling, and he shouted excitedly as he smashed it: "Get out!" I don't want you to come to see the joke! Get lost! ”

Seeing that he was so excited, for fear that something would happen again, Zhu Yijun hurriedly motioned for Zhang Cheng to take away a group of imperial doctors in the house.