The arrival of Yan Song and others greatly exceeded Zhu Zaijing's expectations.
Because his son Zhu Yijun has been ill for several days, anyone who is interested can hear the news during these days.
"Hmph, you didn't come earlier, you didn't come later, but you came just when my father announced that he was coming to visit Jun'er. I think you are clearly planning to take this opportunity to please your father!"
Thinking of this, a sad look flashed across Zhu Zaijing's face.
"Yes, my father is still the emperor of my Ming Dynasty. Which of the ministers in the court does not rely on His Majesty's breath and longs for His Majesty's importance?"
"If I had been made the crown prince by my father, none of this would have happened, and Jun'er wouldn't have to be treated like this..."
The more Zhu Zaijing thought about it, the more he became lost in thought. It was not until the voices of the imperial doctors rang in his ears that he was brought back to reality.
"I bow to your majesty, long live my emperor!"
Zhu Zaijing followed the sound and saw more than ten imperial doctors from the imperial hospital. At this moment, they were all kneeling on the ground and saying in unison.
However, the dozen or so doctors looked extremely nervous at this time. If you pay more attention, you can see that these doctors were trembling to varying degrees all over their bodies, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans were constantly seeping from their foreheads. out.
Seeing this situation, Zhu Zaijing's heart suddenly sank and he couldn't help but clenched his fists.
This scene happened to be watched by Gao Gong, who was behind Jiajing. At this moment, a trace of unbearable color flashed across his face.
When Jiajing heard this, he did not rush to respond. Instead, after looking up and down at the dozen imperial doctors, he waved his hand and gave instructions.
"Well, everyone, get up!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After receiving Jiajing's permission, these dozen imperial doctors slowly got up from the ground one after another. However, at this moment, they did not feel relieved, but instead felt even more frightened.
After that, Jiajing looked at Dr. Li aside and asked.
"Mr. Li, I ask you, how is your current situation?"
When Doctor Li saw the emperor's eyes falling on him, he thought something bad in his heart. After carefully considering the words in his mind, he answered bravely.
"Your Majesty, at present... His Royal Highness's current condition is not optimistic. Due to repeated high fevers, His Royal Highness's current physical condition is very weak and he is unable to withstand the powerful force of the medicine. In addition, His Royal Highness is too young..."
When Zhu Zaijing heard this, his face was filled with shock.
Because not long ago, when he asked about the situation, Dr. Li told him that the condition of His Royal Highness was getting better. Why did the situation become unfavorable again in the blink of an eye?
At this moment, an endless rage filled his chest, almost swallowing up his sanity.
If Jiajing was not still present, I am afraid that Zhu Zaijing could no longer control his anger at this moment and began to vent his anger on these imperial doctors.
After listening to Dr. Li's report, Jiajing's face became extremely gloomy. He suddenly waved his sleeves and said coldly.
"You losers, what does the imperial court do to feed you on weekdays? You can't even cure this minor illness?"
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
When the dozen or so imperial doctors heard Jiajing's words, they felt as if they were struck by lightning. Immediately, they saw these imperial doctors kneeling straight on the ground, begging Jiajing for forgiveness.
Facing the begging for mercy from those imperial doctors, Jiajing remained unmoved at all. He just frowned and ordered in a cold voice.
"You just stay here and kneel down for me. When I come out, I will settle the score with you!"
After Jiajing finished speaking, he glanced at Zhu Zaijing, who quickly understood and quickly walked in front to lead the way for Jiajing.
"Father, follow my children!"
The remaining people, except Lu Fang, consciously stopped where they were, staring at their noses and noses, not daring to make any more moves.
Gao Gong looked at Jiajing's leaving figure and couldn't help but pray secretly in his heart.
"Your Highness, please don't let anything happen to you!"
The imperial doctors of the imperial hospital, looking at the five cabinet members in front of them, seemed to be grasping at straws and begged repeatedly.
"Old Yan Ge, please save my life. When His Majesty comes out later, all you need to do is say a kind word!"
"Mr. Xu Ge, you can't just wait until death without saving me. Later..."
Faced with the begging of the imperial doctors, the five of them seemed not to hear it and remained unmoved at all.
After all, in this current situation, whoever dares to speak like this will have to bear the endless anger from His Majesty later!
From the beginning to the end, Dr. Li knelt on the ground without saying a word. His eyes were staring straight at the direction Jiajing was leaving, as if he was expecting something.
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Under the guidance of Zhu Zaijing, Jiajing walked through a long corridor and turned a few corners before arriving at the room where King Yu's son Zhu Yijun currently lives.
"Father, we're here!"
"Um."
Hearing this, Jiajing nodded slightly, then opened the door and entered the room.
There is still an imperial physician in the room. At this moment, the imperial physician is carefully preparing the soup in the bowl with a spoon.
Seeing Jiajing's arrival, the imperial doctor hurriedly stopped what he was doing, put the soup aside and said respectfully.
"Wei Chen has met His Majesty!"
"Um."
When Jiajing heard the words, he just responded in a subtle way, then pointed his finger at Zhu Yijun, who was lying on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, and asked.
"How's the situation?"
When the imperial doctor heard this, he had a look of fear and uneasiness on his face. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally spoke bravely.
"Replying to Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince's condition is now good and bad, and he has recurring high fevers. It's really..."
When Jiajing heard this, the expression on his face did not change much. He just waved his hand and gave instructions calmly.
"Well, I understand, go down!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
When the imperial doctor heard Jiajing's words, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty and left the room immediately.
Zhu Zaijing looked at this scene with a look of worry on his face. He looked at Jiajing, who was facing away from him and was silent, and spoke cautiously.
"Father, my child..."
"You go out too!"
Zhu Zaijing on the side suddenly had a look of disbelief on his face when he heard Jiajing's words, but he did not dare to disobey Jiajing's order at all. After bowing to Jiajing, he said in a deep voice.
"As you command, Father, the child will leave now!"
Zhu Zaijing did not stay in the room at all, but turned around and left. When Zhu Zaijing left, he also closed the door of the room with him.
Soon, Jiajing was the only one left in the room. After that, Jiajing came straight to the bed.
At this moment, Zhu Yijun had already fallen into a coma due to repeated high fevers. Around his neck was still wearing the longevity lock that Jiajing had given him at the 100-day banquet.
At this moment, some beads of sweat seeped out from time to time on his forehead, and his little face turned red due to repeated high fevers.
Even in his sleep, Jiajing could see the uncomfortable expression on his face.
Generally speaking, children will be sick when they are sick, but Zhu Yijun was particularly uncomfortable at this moment.
You know, Zhu Yijun has just celebrated the Hundred Days Banquet, and his body, which is less than one year old, is far from being able to withstand such a torment.
(End of chapter)
