Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 97 Turning the Tables to Become King (10)

Afterwards, Xia Yuliu first summoned a highly respected old physician to diagnose him.

The old imperial physician was straightforward and didn't like to mince words, so he had offended many people over the years. Despite his advanced age and tireless work ethic, he remained an ordinary imperial physician, his position unchanged. However, the reason he hadn't been removed from office was because of his exceptional medical skills.

At least, in the entire Imperial Medical Academy, there is no one more capable than him.

The old imperial physician was old but healthy. Knowing that he was taking the emperor's pulse this time, he was on high alert. Victory or defeat, honor or disgrace, depended on this one move. After today, he would see if those greenhorn brats in the Imperial Hospital would dare to laugh at him.

Ignoring Xia Yuliu's unpleasant expression, the old imperial physician calmly took out his tools from his medical kit. From this day forward, he would be the most skilled member of the Imperial Medical Academy.

He happily folded a thick cotton handkerchief several times and placed it under Xia Yuliu's wrist, gently draping it over her.

Close your eyes and feel it carefully.

The pulse was floating and deep, yet strong and powerful, seemingly unrelated to internal causes. The old imperial physician couldn't believe it and took the pulse again. He must have been incompetent and made a mistake. How could the emperor possibly have such an illness?

However, after taking the pulse again, the condition did not change; in fact, it seemed to have worsened.

Although he had suffered a lot over the years because of his straightforwardness, he had always felt that his upright and unyielding nature could not be changed, but now it was time to make a real resolution.

He sighed softly and gave Xia Yuliu a reproachful look.

Xia Yuliu instinctively shuddered, desperately trying to suppress the urge to get goosebumps. "Tell me, is there something wrong with my body?"

The old doctor rolled his eyes inwardly. It would be strange if there were no problems; if there were, he could cut off his head and use it as a football.

"Your Majesty, it's not a big problem. But before I can answer your question, could you please answer a few questions?"

"You said."

"Ahem." He glanced around, concealing his unease. "Has His Majesty been summoning his concubines rather frequently lately?"

Xia Yuliu frowned. "What does this have to do with anything?"

With a sigh of relief, the old imperial physician couldn't help but praise his own wisdom. "That's it. It's true that His Majesty is young and strong, but he has been overworked lately, coupled with frequent sexual activity. If he doesn't take good care of himself, I'm afraid he will have serious problems in the future."

In Xia Yuliu's mind, the old doctor had always been a kind and honest person, so he didn't disbelieve what he said. "Is it related to what happened a few nights ago?"

A few nights ago? What happened? After thinking for a long time, the old imperial physician finally remembered, and his meaningful gaze fell on him. "What the emperor said is indeed true. If we talk about the reasons, fatigue accounts for a small part, and fright accounts for the majority."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yuliu, whose face was already completely dark, became even colder, as if he had been frozen.

Anyone capable of causing chaos in the palace is certainly not an ordinary person.

After much deliberation, the old physician pretended to write a few prescriptions before kneeling to take his leave.

Carrying his small medicine chest, this ambitious young man, gazing at the dark moon, for the first time considered resigning from his official post. The current emperor is impotent; if this news were to leak out, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause.

At the same time, he felt quite angry. Why was it that good things never happened to him, and bad things kept happening one after another?

The old imperial physician clutched his heart, indicating that he was deeply hurt. Sitting in the Imperial Hospital, he thought for a long time before making a decision: perhaps he should not resign for now. In his opinion, the emperor's illness was definitely not naturally caused; it was most likely man-made.

He bit his fingers in thought, his gray brows furrowed. If it really was man-made, then there was nothing a lowly imperial physician like him could do. Besides, to be honest, the current emperor was already like this, with no children and not being very shrewd. He might as well... abdicate and pass the throne to a more capable person... That would be better.

However, he only dared to think these thoughts to himself. Although he was old, he felt that he could live a few more years.

The Empress's palace was magnificent yet exquisitely decorated. There was a fan spinning in front of the bed, and a faint fragrance wafted around her. This was Xia Yuyan's first thought when he opened his eyes.

He cautiously surveyed his surroundings and saw a woman in a peach-colored long robe sitting on a stool not far away, her head resting on her hand, seemingly dozing off.

"You..." He opened his mouth, then immediately covered it, his large eyes filled with disbelief. "Who are you? How did you get into my room?"

Shen Yun, who had been awakened by the noise, first glanced at him indifferently, then unconsciously yawned, and looked at the candle placed at the front, which had just burned a little over halfway.

Crimson candle wax dripped onto the golden candlestick, spreading and purifying.

She turned her head, rubbed her face, and then turned her head back, her face full of loving kindness. "Silly child, you're talking nonsense as soon as you wake up. You don't even remember your own mother."

The tone of his voice was filled with regret, and the subtlety of his emotions was truly admirable.

"How dare you!" Xia Yuyan was alarmed by her words, and his face immediately turned as dark as freshly burned charcoal, with faint traces of red showing through.

Is this... shyness?
Angry from shame.

Shen Yun felt extremely conflicted. Although Xia Yuyan's intelligence had basically recovered, his memories were still stuck in his childhood, so his current behavior was a manifestation of his childhood temperament.

So, was he actually a total tsundere when he was young?

"I am not making this up. Before your mother died, she entrusted you to me. If you don't believe me, you can ask other people."

Anyway, I reckon you could count the number of fingers and toes that people can remember this person on one hand.

2345 disliked her directness, so he drafted a message for her on the space screen.

"When you were young, you got sick and your brain was damaged by the fever. During this time, your father died and your mother died. Your good-for-nothing fourth brother ascended the throne. I... I am the eldest daughter of General Weiyuan, and now that scoundrel's empress. Because I had met your mother, the late empress, a few times, I couldn't bear to see you like this, so I took pity on you and found medicine for you."

"Although there were some difficulties along the way, thanks to my excellent abilities, I finally found the medicine to give you. What follows is what you see."

2345 was stunned for a moment, then looked at the screen. It was certain that it hadn't written it that way. Why were the words spoken by the host almost completely different from what it had written?

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