The palace was majestic outside and even more magnificent inside, but Hua Yuqiong didn't care about that and followed Cheng Yuqi all the way to the back of the screen.
The gloomy yellow decoration is even more dazzling under the candlelight, but the dull atmosphere makes it impossible to appreciate it at all.
The people kneeling in a circle in front of the dragon bed all had their heads lowered and did not dare to say a word. They were carrying small medicine boxes and they must be imperial doctors.
Hua Yuqiong glanced at the person kneeling on the ground, then at the maids standing on both sides with their heads lowered and submissive, and turned her gaze to the dragon couch.
Zhai Zilan sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked haggard everywhere.
Cheng Yuqi's eyes flashed slightly, and he whispered with distress: "Zhai Zilan, Hua Yuqiong is here."
When Zhai Zilan heard the sound, he slowly raised his head and his eyes fell on Hua Yuqiong's face. He wanted to say something, but because he hadn't drank water for a long time, he couldn't open his mouth to make any sound.
Seeing him like this, Hua Yuqiong sighed helplessly.
"Okay, you don't need to say anything. Cheng Yuqi, go and persuade him to drink some water. If this continues, his father will wake up and he will fall down again."
Hua Yuqiong just glanced at Zhai Yantian on the bed.
If she hadn't witnessed Zhai Zilan tearing off the human skin mask from Xu Zongcheng's face, she would have thought that the person lying on the bed and the one who was dead were the same person.
But Zhai Zilan, who had never seen the real Zhai Yantian, was able to recognize it. She could only say that blood relationship is really powerful.
Hearing Hua Yuqiong's words, Zhai Zilan's eyes suddenly lit up, and a dry and hoarse voice came out of his throat, "Can you really save my father?"
None of the imperial doctors could say that they could save his father...
When Cheng Yuqi heard the sound Zhai Zilan made, he felt a pain in his throat.
"Okay, okay, it's not the first day you met that guy. Didn't you do anything he promised? Just take good care of your body first and be obedient."
Cheng Yuqi said, carrying Zhai Zilan to the tea table, pouring a glass of water and handing it to Zhai Zilan.
"Here, drink water."
Zhai Zilan raised his head and glanced at Cheng Yuqi, stretched out his hand to take it, brought it to his lips and took a sip.
Zhai Yantian was lying on the bed. He was very skinny, his head was reduced to skinny bones, and the areas where there was almost no flesh were sunken, but his facial features could still be distinguished.
His skinny body was covered with large and small whip marks and burn marks, and there were even several stab wounds on his abdomen and limbs.
Zhai Zilan had obviously washed Zhai Yantian, otherwise what she saw now was a messy and smelly beggar.
Zhai Yantian was lying on the dragon bed and fell asleep. Hua Yuqiong felt his pulse. As time passed, her brows gradually furrowed.
Zhai Zilan, who had been paying attention here, felt his whole heart twitching, but he did not speak. He knew that doctors are most afraid of being disturbed when practicing medicine.
Hua Yuqiong first stuffed a pill into Zhai Yantian's mouth, then turned to look at the imperial doctor who was kneeling in a circle.
"What do you think?"
The imperial doctors looked at each other. Finally, an old man with a white beard who was over sixty years old raised his head and said slowly to Hua Yuqiong: "Back to His Royal Highness King Yin, according to our judgment, the emperor's pulse rate is disordered.
The pulse shape is scattered and scattered. The pulse is sparse and dense between the muscles, like untying a tangled rope, which is already the unblocking of the pulse. It is caused by the decline of spleen and kidney yang energy, indicating that the spirit energy is scattered and life is about to end."