Gong Hongxu consciously gave up to the side and watched nervously.

Also nervous was Luo Xueyi in a gray-blue robe.

She stared at Qin Shu and Shen Mu's every move, as if she was guarding against any adverse actions they would make.

Of course, Qin Shu and the others didn't have time to care about her thoughts.

They focused on the diagnosis of Gong Shouze.

In fact, with the two of them, they had to determine Gong Shouze's physical condition and could be solved in minutes. But they couldn't believe that Gong Shouze would become like this in a short period of time.

"Teacher, what do you think?" Qin Shu asked after checking Gong Shouze's earlobe.

Chen Mu also slowly withdrew his hand and sighed, "Oh... I have no way to make a comeback."

The organs in his body were broken, and only one breath was left. This could not be saved by his medical skills.

Qin Shu nodded, and Mr. Shen’s conclusion was consistent with him.

She looked at Gong Shouze, who looked dead and said apologetically: "Master, I'm sorry, we can't save you."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Gong Shouze could react, Luo Xueyi, who was beside him, rushed up and asked anxiously: "Can't you save your blood?"

Qin Shu ignored her unfriendly attitude and said calmly: "Before I come, you should have used blood pills for the king. Is it effective?"

She asked Luo Xueyi directly with one sentence. She stared at Qin Shu and gritted her teeth unwillingly: "That's different..."

"Snowy, don't force it."

Gong Shouze's tired and weak voice rang out.

He turned to Qin Shu, his miserable face looked calm, and he slowly said, "I know my situation, and I didn't call you here to save me. I just wanted to ask... how much time I have left?"

Qin Shu was stunned for a moment. As a doctor, she often heard terminally ill patients ask this question. But now, this sentence came from Gong Shouze's mouth, which still made her feel a little turbulent.

She thought carefully for a moment and said, "It should be less than a week."

After the words came to an end, Gong Hongxu, who was beside him, exclaimed: "How could it be?!"

Luo Xueyi's body wrapped in her robe was also shaken, and the eyes under the hood were covered with red bloodshot.

Compared to the reactions of the two, Gong Shouze seemed to have accepted his fate, and it was not surprising.

He nodded, "Thank you for a hard time, can you do me a favor..."

Three days later.

Prince Hongxu's succession ceremony was held in the throne of the lord.

In the central square where flags were flying, soldiers lined up in an orderly manner, and officials at all levels were in place, and Central Radio fully reported the grand occasion.

In the eyes of everyone, Gong Hongxu appeared in a luxurious manner in a royal uniform.

His young face was filled with the unrestrainedness of the past, very serious and solemn. His slightly red eyes seemed to suppress something, deep and unpredictable.

Walking on the steps, he walked step by step towards the old king who was smiling and staring at him.

Today, Murasuze looks radiant and energetic.

He wore a long robe and cared meticulously from head to toe, without any morbidity, and was both kind and majestic.

Looking at Gong Hongxu who was half kneeling in front of him, he put his palm on his forehead and announced loudly:

"From today on, you, Gong Hongxu, will be the new king of the country. You will consciously accept the test of the people, shoulder the responsibility of maintaining peace and prosperity, and protecting the happiness and well-being of the people, and never slacking off!"

The powerful words echoed over the square through the microphone.

Gong Hongxu lowered his head and let his father wear the crown representing the glory of the king on his head.

Feeling the weight of the crown, wetness surged in his lower eyes.
Chapter completed!