In this way, Huo Qiji completed the gorgeous transformation from the first gentleman in the Qiandu to the god of war in the preparation of the great cadres.

Can...... So what?

I have been reading the military book for more than ten years, day and night.

In the end, don't say that if you restore the glory of your father, you don't even have a chance to die on the battlefield.

I can only die on the sickbed!

At this moment, Huo Qiji's mood fluctuated violently.

Tears flowed from the eyes that were already closed.

Then I felt dizzy, my limbs were weak, my throat was itchy, and I couldn't help but start coughing violently.

Seeing this scene, the imperial doctor who was treating him finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good if you don't die, it's good if you don't die.

If you die, I'll have to be buried with you!"

The previous imperial physician Ling Xu Yu was not cured of the county lord of Anyang, and the one he is treating now, in terms of status and importance, is no worse than the county lord of Anyang.

Therefore, if one is not good, he is afraid that he will have to die.

But this Fengche Zihou's lung disease is about to become a cliché in their hospital, everyone has been treated, and it has not improved after two years of treatment.

There are many ways to alleviate it, but if you want to cure it radically, it is really difficult to go to the sky.

The emperor threw this job to me, didn't he really want my life?

Being a royal doctor is a high-risk profession.

But fortunately, after being in a coma for several hours, Feng Che Zihou woke up on his own.

In this case, even His Majesty will not be able to cure his sins.

After Huo Qiji finished coughing, he looked at the room full of imperial doctors, knowing that this was what Emperor Renxuan meant, and his heart couldn't help but feel warm.

Just, what's the use?

"Ben Hou is fine, let's go back." After sighing, Huo Qiji said.

Seeing this, the imperial doctors immediately looked at each other.

They also wanted to leave, but looking at the white lips and golden paper face in front of them, it really didn't look like he was unhindered.

"Master Hou, although you are in shape, you are still weak and weak, and you have lung diseases, and you still need someone to take care of you." The imperial doctor at the head still wants to be polite.

As everyone knows, when Huo Qiji heard this, he frowned directly, and said, "You want to say that Ben Hou won't live long?" ”

Rumble!

As soon as these words came out, everyone still didn't understand that this Hou Ye was really angry.

In an instant, he hesitated, and for a while, he knelt down in front of Huo Qiji's bed, and shouted in his mouth: "Hou Ye spare his life!" ”

"Hou Ye atoned for his sins."

Seeing this, Huo Qiji sighed helplessly.

I know in my heart that I can't blame these people.

If this lung disease could really be cured, my father would not have died young.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, my own ideas were wrong.

Perhaps, being a bravado is the ultimate destination for oneself.

It's just that for some reason, in a trance, he recalled his majestic father in silver armor.

I remembered my deceased mother.

I remembered the dream of a general that I had been chasing for half my life.

He looked down at his weak hands, which could hardly even make a fist, and felt that it was all so illusory.

After ten years of hard study, there was a mountain of military books.

In the end, it's just a joke.

It was his humble fantasy before he died.

Perhaps, years ago, he should have died with his mother on that cold winter night.

Presumably, except for Emperor Renxuan, who will regret one or two, no one will care.

It's been ten years, and this blood should be cold.

Huo Qiji laughed as if laughing at himself, and said, "Let's go back." ”

"It's been two years, if it can be cured, it should have been cured a long time ago, why not delay until now."

"My own body, I know myself."

"I'm afraid, I won't survive this summer......"

Huo Qiji's voice became lower and lower, as if speaking was an extra burden for him.

When the imperial doctors heard this, they all hung their heads.

How to say, they are also "imperial doctors".

These two words represent the highest level of medical skills of Daqian, but they are ...... in case of trouble There can be nothing that can be done.

"I'm waiting to retire, and I hope that Master Hou can rest well."

……

After the group of imperial doctors walked out of the Huo Mansion, their faces became bitter again.

Because they still have to go back to the palace to restore their lives, that is, they have to report the treatment to Emperor Renxuan.

This...

Emperor Renxuan is not as easy to fool as Fengche Zihou, whether his head can be safe and sound on his neck has become a huge test for everyone.

Inside the Temple of Manna.

Emperor Renxuan no longer reviewed the recitals, but closed his eyes tightly.

It seems to be taking a nap, but in fact it is waiting for someone.

Or rather, wait for news.

"Your Majesty, the imperial doctors who went to Huo Mansion are back." The attendant eunuch stepped forward and reminded in a low voice.

Emperor Renxuan slowly opened his eyes: "Bring it in." ”

"No!"

After a while, the imperial doctors entered the Manna Hall one after another, but their faces were all like mourning, and they couldn't stop worrying.

Emperor Renxuan saw it, and he didn't need them to speak, and he knew the general result.

sighed helplessly and said, "Let's talk about it, how much time is left." ”

Hearing this, the imperial doctors in the audience looked at each other, you look at me, I look at you, and finally the leader stood up and said tremblingly: "I'm afraid it's... Less than 10 days. ”

Less than 10 days...

Emperor Renxuan's chest seemed to be smashed by a hammer, and his chest began to suffocate, and even the scene in front of him was a little blurry.

Seeing Emperor Renxuan like this, the imperial doctors were even more frightened, and they knelt on the ground one after another, shrunk their bodies and said: "Your Majesty is incompetent and ignores the grace of the Holy Grace, and I beg Your Majesty to forgive your sins." ”

"A bunch of rice buckets! Day by day you know that forgiveness of sins and forgiveness of sins can forgive your sins. But why doesn't God forgive me for the sin of serving Che Zihou! Emperor Renxuan was extremely excited, and this sentence was almost shouted.

Bang bang bang!

Hearing this, the imperial doctors were even more frightened, and hurriedly kowtowed.

However, after a long time, Emperor Renxuan's mood gradually subsided and returned to a calm posture.

said coldly: "You tell the truth, but is there any way to save Che Zihou's life?" ”

"If you have an idea, just say it. Once fulfilled, it will be the next imperial doctor's order, and Yu Lu will be promoted to three levels in a row! ”

As soon as these words came out, the breathing of many imperial doctors became rapid.

The imperial doctor industry, to the end, is also a doctor's order.

Bit than from the three products of the big man!

If Yu Lu is promoted to three levels in a row, it will be the treatment of a second-class master!

How many courtiers with this kind of treatment can there be in the entire court?

Moreover, Emperor Renxuan's ninety-five supreme words, if he can really give reasonable advice, the high-ranking official Houlu will definitely not run away.

But even so, the entire Manna Hall was still silent.

The imperial physicians knelt on the ground, their eyes moving intentionally, but their lips were tightly closed, not daring to make a sound.

After a long time, Emperor Renxuan's voice sounded again.

"In other words, do you think Fengche Zihou will definitely die?"

Hearing this, if the imperial doctors still don't answer, I'm afraid that their heads will really fall to the ground.

The person at the head immediately panicked and said: "Your Majesty, the ministers are only shallow in their studies, and they really can't think of a way to save them." ”