In this way, Huo Qiji completed his magnificent transformation from the number one playboy in Qiandu to the god of war preparing for major intervention.
But...so what?
I have been studying military books for more than ten years, day and night.
In the end, not to mention regaining the glory of his father's generation, he didn't even have a chance to die in battle.
He can only die cowardly on the bed!
At this moment, Huo Qiji's mood fluctuated violently.
Tears flowed from his closed eyes.
Then I felt dizzy, my limbs were weak, my throat was itchy, and I couldn't help but start coughing violently.
Seeing this scene, the doctor who was treating him finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s good that you’re not dead, it’s good that you’re not dead.
If you die, I will be buried with you!
The previous imperial physician Ling Xu You failed to cure Princess Ga of Anyang, and the one he is treating now is no worse than Princess Anyang in terms of status and importance.
Therefore, if someone is not good, he may have to die.
But Feng Chezihou's lung disease has almost become a commonplace in their hospital. Everyone has been treated for it, and even after two full years of treatment, he has not improved.
There are many ways to relieve it, but it is really difficult to achieve a radical cure.
The emperor gave me this job, did he really want my life?
Being a royal doctor is really a high-risk profession.
Fortunately, Feng Chezihou woke up on his own after being unconscious for several hours.
In this case, even His Majesty would not be able to punish him.
After Huo Qiji finished coughing, he looked at the room full of imperial doctors. He knew that this was what Emperor Renxuan meant, and he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
But, what's the use?
"I'm fine now. Let's all go back." After sighing, Huo Qiji said.
When all the imperial doctors saw this, they immediately looked at each other.
They wanted to leave too, but looking at the man in front of them with his pale lips and face like gold paper, he really didn't look like he was in trouble.
"Master Marquis, although you are in good shape, you are still weak and have lung diseases. You still need someone to take care of you." The leading doctor wanted to be polite.
However, when Huo Qiji heard this, he frowned and said, "Are you trying to say that I won't live much longer?"
boom!
As soon as these words came out, everyone still didn't understand that the Marquis was really angry.
He immediately became hesitant, and for a while, he knelt down in front of Huo Qiji's bed, shouting: "Master Hou, spare your life!"
"The Marquis atones for his sins."
When Huo Qiji saw this, he sighed helplessly.
I know in my heart that I can’t blame these people.
If this lung disease could really be cured, my father would not have died so early.
Maybe, my idea was wrong from the beginning.
Perhaps, being a dandy in Qiandu showing off his power is his final destination.
But for some reason, in a daze, he recalled his majestic father wearing silver armor.
Thinking of my mother who passed away.
I remembered the dream of being a general that I had been chasing for half my life.
He looked down at his hands, which were too weak to even make fists, and felt that everything was so illusory.
After ten years of hard study, military books piled up like mountains.
In the end, it was just a joke.
It was the humble fantasy of a frail young man like him before his death.
Perhaps, a few years ago, he should have died with his mother on that cold winter night.
Presumably no one would care except Emperor Renxuan who would feel sorry for him.
It’s been ten years, and this passion should have cooled down.
As if mocking himself, Huo Qiji smiled and said, "Let's all go back."
"It's been two years. If it could have been cured, it would have been cured long ago. Why has it been delayed until now?"
"I know my own body well."
"I'm afraid I won't survive this midsummer..."
Huo Qiji's voice became lower and lower, as if speaking was an extra burden for him.
When all the imperial doctors heard this, they all looked downcast.
After all, they are also "royal doctors".
These two words represent the highest level of Daqian's medical skills, but when encountering trouble... he can only do nothing.
"I'm going to take my leave now. I hope the Marquis can have a good rest."
…
After the imperial doctors walked out of Huo Mansion, their faces turned bitter again.
Because they had to return to the palace to recover, that is to say, they had to report the treatment situation to Emperor Renxuan.
this…
Emperor Renxuan was not as easy to fool as Feng Chezihou. Whether his head could stay safe on his neck became a huge test for everyone.
Inside the Manna Hall.
Emperor Renxuan no longer reviewed the memorials, but closed his eyes tightly.
It looks like he is taking a nap, but actually he is waiting for someone.
In other words, waiting for news.
"Your Majesty, the doctors who went to Huo Mansion are back." The eunuch accompanying him came up and reminded in a low voice.
Emperor Renxuan slowly opened his eyes: "Bring him in."
"promise!"
Within a moment, the imperial doctors entered the Manna Hall one after another, but their faces were as if they were mourning for their heirs, and they were in constant panic.
Emperor Renxuan took a look and knew the general result without them having to say anything.
He sighed helplessly and said, "Tell me, how much time is left."
Hearing this, the doctors in the audience looked at each other in confusion. You looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, the leader stood up and said tremblingly: "I'm afraid... it won't last more than ten days."
Less than ten days…
Emperor Renxuan's chest felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer. His chest began to suffocate, and the scene in front of him became a little blurry.
Seeing Emperor Renxuan's appearance, the imperial doctors became even more frightened. They knelt on the ground one after another, trembling and saying: "I am incompetent and ignore the grace of God. I beg your majesty to forgive me."
"A bunch of idiots! You learn to forgive your sins day by day. I can forgive your sins. But why doesn't God forgive me for serving the Che Zihou!" Emperor Renxuan was so excited that he almost shouted these words.
Bang bang bang!
Hearing this, the imperial doctors became even more frightened and kowtowed hurriedly.
However, after a long time, Emperor Renxuan gradually calmed down and returned to a calm posture.
He said coldly: "You tell the truth, is there any way to save Feng Chezihou's life?"
"If you have an idea, just say it. Once it comes true, you will be the next imperial physician, and your salary will be upgraded by three levels!"
As soon as these words came out, many of the imperial doctors' breathing quickened.
In the profession of imperial medicine, if you do it to the end, you will be an imperial doctor.
The position is higher than that of a third-grade official!
If his salary is upgraded to three levels in a row, he will be treated like a second-grade official!
Looking at the entire court, how many ministers are there with this kind of treatment?
Moreover, Emperor Renxuan, the Nine-Fifth Supreme Emperor, always sticks to his word. If he can really give reasonable advice, the high-ranking official and generous salary will definitely not run away.
But even so, the entire Manna Hall was still silent.
The imperial doctors knelt on the ground. Although their eyes moved intentionally, their lips were tightly closed, not daring to make a sound.
After a long time, Emperor Renxuan's voice, neither sad nor happy, sounded again.
"In other words, do you think Feng Chezihou will definitely die?"
After hearing this, if the imperial doctors didn't answer, they might be dead.
The leader immediately panicked and said: "Your Majesty, I have few talents and little knowledge. I really can't think of a way to treat him."
