As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

In the side hall of the Mushui Palace, there stood a group of famous folk doctors. At a glance, there were more than twenty of them.

Each of them held the Queen's pulse record in their hands and looked at it carefully. The more they looked, the more anxious they became. Some of them wiped the sweat from their faces with their sleeves.

This is a dying pulse! How to cure it!

Xiao Guanzi opened the side hall door, his face also covered with a layer of haze, and leaned forward slightly, "My dear doctors, His Majesty has summoned you, please follow me."

An impatient one spread his hands and said, "Eunuch, I can't treat him. This is a sign of impending death, and I'm not an immortal!"

Xiao Guanzi raised his eyes with a gloomy look, and the frightened man took a few steps back. "Even if you can't cure it, you have to be nice to us! Use whatever means you have! Try your best to extend the life of the queen!"

Xiao Guanzi sneered, turned around and led them to the main hall of Mushui Palace.

His tone softened, as if to comfort them, "What is there to be afraid of? The Queen is kind-hearted, and His Majesty will obey the Queen. You just need to do your best, and it won't cost you your life."

Your Majesty has already restrained himself a lot for the sake of the Empress. Otherwise, given the current situation, no one would be able to survive. You'd better clean your neck and have a good time!

When they arrived at the main hall of Mushui, Xiao Guanzi bent his waist a little more, opened the door, lifted the curtain, and led the doctors in silently.

The smell of medicine was too strong in the hall. Some doctors could not bear it and covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves for fear of making any noise. Although it was just a royal villa, it was still so dignified and imposing that they dared not move.

They also saw the seriously ill queen, who was held tightly in the emperor's arms. She was not wearing fancy clothes, but was still graceful. She had an extremely impressive appearance, elegant and beautiful, and yet weak and frail.

It is indeed too cruel for such a person to die of illness at such a good age.

The Queen didn't seem to be in good spirits. She looked at them lazily and buried her face in the Emperor's neck and neck, saying indifferently, "Take my pulse. I want to rest now."

"Okay, Yueyue just wait for a moment." Ning Rushong raised his hand to signal them to come over to take his pulse.

So many people naturally came one by one. The first one to start was a young doctor. Just as he was about to bend down to take the pulse, Xiao Guanzi pressed his waist from behind and said, "Doctor, you have to kneel down and follow the rules."

The doctors who did not know the palace rules knelt down hurriedly to take the patient's pulse, one by one.

Ning Rusong stared at their pale and helpless faces. He suddenly felt violent and his hands were shaking. Finally, he tried his best to speak calmly, "Go out and discuss the prescription with the imperial doctors. Go out."

Going back and forth between Mushui Palace and the Imperial Palace for long periods of time almost drained all of Ning Rushong's time. Even if he took some time to rest, he couldn't sleep well. He had already reached the point of taking medication before, and he was even more anxious in the past few days. He often stayed with He Yue all night, and watching her fall into nightmares, he could only sit by the bed and comfort her.

Ever since Yueyue said she didn't want to live, he hasn't closed his eyes. This sentence has become a rope around his throat, getting tighter and tighter as time goes by, and he often feels short of breath.

"If anyone can cure the queen, or even alleviate her symptoms, I will reward you with wealth and honor. I hope you will do your best in your life!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Then the doctors retreated tremblingly.

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The prescriptions given by the doctors were almost the same as those given by the imperial physicians. They did not dare to be reckless or prescribe heavy medicines. Who would dare to gamble their life?

Ning Rusong was furious. How could they be so useless? All his hopes were crushed into powder. The heart-piercing grief was intolerable to him, but it was of no use.

The effect of the fake death drug has reached its peak in the past few days. He Yue has been in a daze all day long, and the drug is no longer of much use.

Everyone knew that in these few days, the Queen Mother of Dayun Dynasty had reached the extreme end of her life and there was no way she could snatch even a glimmer of hope.

So on a normal night, He Yue woke up with blood at the corner of her lips and her whole body was cold. She struggled to turn sideways, holding onto the edge of the bed, and looked into a pair of red eyes. It was the first time she saw tears in those cold eyes.

"Strange." He Yue laughed, her brows relaxed, but a trace of sadness arose in her heart.

She calmly said something that made Ning Rusong tremble with fear, "I am going to die, Ning Rusong."