In the room, cigarette smoke was lingering, and the strong smell of medicine made people almost nauseous. Not far from the bright yellow bed, there was a table. Two imperial doctors were immersed in discussing something, looking tired. There were four people standing at the door.

Each of the maids looked like their dead father.

Huarong frowned slightly, pointed to a window where the light did not reach the bed, and said: "Open that window, the smell is so strong, no wonder the emperor is groggy, normal people can also get sick from suppressing it!"

"Girl, who are you?" the first girl asked unhappily. It was the girl Ruyan sent by Shangguan Yu. The imperial doctor also raised his head and looked at her unhappily.

Huarong Rong raised her head and said, "Third Princess!"

Everyone's faces were a little moved, but they remained silent. Doctor Wang stood up and said: "Third Princess, the emperor's illness cannot be exposed to the wind..."

Huarong Rong nodded and said: "That window can't blow. Although the ceiling cannot see light or wind, we don't know that light is the best antidote. Moreover, without ventilation, the patient cannot breathe normally and his brain will be dizzy all day long."

"Shen Chen, isn't it just delaying the illness?"

What she said was very convincing, full of confidence, and without any hesitation, which made several imperial doctors not know how to refute. Moreover, although they all knew about the emperor's illness, no one said it so bluntly. It seemed that

You can tell by the avoidant expressions on everyone's faces.

"As she said..." A weak but still majestic voice came. Everyone looked respectful, but Ruyan just glanced at Hua Rongrong, nodded and went to open the window.

When Hua Rongrong saw the person who had woken up on the dragon bed, she came over and saluted: "My wife, please see your Majesty, long live, long live!"

The emperor opened his dim "dragon eyes". His spirit was almost tortured by the illness, but his majesty was still undiminished. Moreover, he looked like a super middle-aged handsome man: "Did the third brother ask you to come?"

Huarong nodded obediently, sat down by the bed without hesitation, and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The emperor looked at her with some surprise. Usually, although the people who served him did not dare to show fear and panic, every one of them who came to serve them looked like they were being tortured. Even his own son and the person next to him.

No one dares to sit by his bed without any hesitation...

Everyone's mouths opened in an "O" shape, and no one thought of the palace rule that one cannot sit casually on the dragon bed.

Some people even secretly wonder, does this third princess not know what smallpox is?

"Child, do you know that my disease can be transmitted to others, aren't you afraid?" Obviously, the handsome emperor also looked at Huarongrong with some doubts. His look was a little hurt. Huarongrong felt something in her heart. As an emperor, he

, at this moment, I am afraid that everyone is alienated from him in their hearts, and there are not many people who want his good.

"Your Majesty, I'm not afraid!" Hua Rongrong smiled and said frankly: "I will treat your disease!"

The emperor's face was a little disappointed, but he still admired Hua Rongrong's confession: "Oh? I didn't know you had this ability!"
Chapter completed!