How is your illness? "
Zhu Yuanzhang closed the book and looked at Zhu Biao sitting on the chair, and asked with concern.
"Daddy, I'm thinking about you. My son has felt much better since he took the medicine."
Zhu Biao just sat there and answered, calling Zhu Yuanzhang his father as usual.
It's not like in the TV series, where you are a son and a father.
Not even the self-proclaimed slave in the braid drama.
"How long do I need to take the medicine and when will I be cured?"
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and looked at Zhuo Qun again.
"Ten days and a half at most. One tablet of medicine can last three days. Three tablets of medicine can last ten days. Three tablets of medicine will be enough. Now he feels good because he took the wrong medicine before. Medicine cannot cure a disease, but it can make him healthy until he dies."
Zhuo Qun said directly without thinking.
"It's over."
When Feng Chunguo heard what Zhuo Qun said on the public release, he slapped himself on the forehead.
"What's going on? Does he know what he's talking about?"
Qian Zhizi stood up. He had obviously changed the medicine just now, so why was he telling the truth now?
"His subconscious hypnotic sequelae, indirect brain damage!"
Feng Chunguo gritted his teeth and said, this sequelae will happen sooner or later, but at this time, Fan is really enough.
"My dear, if you can say these things, Zhu Yuanzhang will go crazy."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhu Yuanzhang on the screen immediately stood up and turned to Zhuo Qun. With his backhand, he pulled out the Yanling knife placed on the table and slashed at Zhuo Qun.
As the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, his movements are extremely fast, and he doesn't look like he is over sixty years old at all.
The force with which he swung the sword was also quite fierce. You could hear a trace of it in the public broadcast. He looked like a veteran in battle. He used the power of turning around to accelerate the speed and power of the sword. The strike was quite sudden, and he didn't give any blow at all. The opportunity for people to react, in this era and in this situation, is something that no one can avoid.
The problem is that Zhuo Qun is not from this era. Compared with this era, he is no longer a human being.
After Zhuo Qun finished speaking, he saw Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and brandished his sword at him.
Without thinking, he kicked off the chair and rushed out. Before Zhu Yuanzhang's arm could turn around, he was already in front of Zhu Yuanzhang, and then he knocked Zhu Yuanzhang out with a push of the rocker.
With a bang, Zhu Yuanzhang ran into the door of Ciqing Palace.
The knife fell to the ground with a clang, and a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments spurted out. The entire chest deflated immediately, and it seemed that the entire sternum was shattered.
Only then did Zhuo Qun realize that Zhu Yuanzhang seemed unable to hurt him, nor could he withstand this blow.
The cold sweat on my head started to drip down.
In the conference hall, everyone saw Zhu Yuanzhang flying out, and even saw the mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs.
"Did you commit murder?"
Feng Chunguo exploded immediately.
"How could we take action against Zhu Yuanzhang? How could we let him take action? Even if he had to take action, someone else would do it. What about those special forces? Why didn't they take action!"
Feng Chunguo shouted loudly: "Zhuo Qun, how can you do it? What do you do for Gao Da Zhuang? Why can't you do it first?"
"I had already turned on the shield, but Mr. Zhuo suddenly took action, so I had no choice but to turn off the shield."
Gao Dazhuang said in the communication.
"This is not an excuse or a reason. Why can't you take action first? You must know that Zhuo Qun cannot kill."
Feng Chunguo said through gritted teeth.
"There is no man who cannot kill someone."
Lu Sha, who was sitting in the front row, said: "I think we started killing people when we were teenagers. What's the point? You can be more courageous to kill someone. Are you a man? There will always be this day after you join the army."
Lu Sha didn't care. In his time, killing and being killed were normal things. In wartime, if you want to survive, you have to kill.
"Mr. Lu, this is not a war era. Zhuo Qun is still a civilian. We don't want his hands to be stained with blood."
Feng Chunguo turned around and spoke to Lu Sha with a smile. He did not dare to get angry with Lu Sha. This person said that there will always be such a day after joining the army. What he said was true, but he did not know that Zhuo Qun was not from the army.
"He is not a member of the army. He is a civilian and a businessman. He is not a soldier. He cannot be stained with blood. His hands must be clean. The special force we arranged is to kill people on his behalf. You must know that killing is People who are addicted will become addicted when they see blood. Don’t you think many people of your generation are like this?"
Feng Chunguo considered his words and said a few words, "You know the behavior of serial killers, but do you know that this behavior has long been programmed into our DNA?"
"The human gene for violence may be ancient. The tendency to kill can be traced back to conflicts between Neanderthals and Homo sapiens tens of thousands of years ago. In the Stone Age, people had to kill constantly as a way of life. Until we become a provocative serial killer, our brains must be strong enough to resist the genetic inclination to kill."
Du Haihong opened her mouth and said that she had studied a large number of cases and found that many people could not stop killing people once they started killing people. They did not like Zhuo Qun becoming such a person, and Zhuo Qun himself was trying to avoid becoming such a person.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Yuanzhang was killed by an instinctive action. What kind of thing is this? How can we start talking about it!
Zhuo Qun was stunned. He looked at his hands, what happened just now? what did I do?
"hehe……"
Zhu Yuanzhang was not dead yet, he was still breathing heavily, but the rise and fall of his chest began to become smaller.
"Dad, how are you? Doctor, doctor, please come."
When Zhu Biao heard Zhu Yuanzhang's gasping, he reacted from his daze, rushed forward, and immediately called the imperial doctor.
There were already a large number of imperial doctors guarding the Ciqing Palace. These people were all prepared for Zhu Biao. Now they rushed in immediately after hearing Zhu Biao's voice.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Everyone saluted immediately after entering the door, but did not see Zhu Biao.
Zhu Biao and Zhu Yuanzhang were right behind the palace door. As soon as they opened the door, the door blocked them. No one saw them, only Zhuo Qun was looking at his hands in a daze.
"I am alone here, please see how my father is doing."
Zhu Biao immediately made a sound and informed him of his location.
The imperial doctors immediately closed a palace door and began to check on Zhu Yuanzhang.
"this……"
The imperial doctors looked at Zhu Yuanzhang's deflated chest and looked at each other, but no one said anything.
"What are you looking at? If you don't hurry up and save my father, do you all want to die? If you can't save my father, you will all die."
Zhu Biao stared at the imperial doctors with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth, and roared from his throat.
