Chapter 1387: No Way

ng; just look at her hysterical outburst just now, she doesn't meet the standard.A woman's beauty should be graceful, not overly seductive. She was beautiful and alluring, and she had a little bit of...The eunuch didn't dare to delay for a moment, immediately bent over and ran out, shouting as he went to summon the imperial physician.

A line of people, one behind the other, passed on the imperial physician's words from the Imperial Study to the Imperial Hospital.

The message was delivered with such urgency that the imperial physicians' hearts skipped a beat, fearing that something might have happened to the emperor.

Then they quickly grabbed their medical kits and rushed to the Imperial Study.

And then, after a violent cough, Ye Er took the handkerchief away from his mouth and slowly looked at the emperor with a pale face, his voice weak, "Your Majesty, I am fine."

The emperor, upon hearing this, roared with anger, "What do you mean unharmed Look at you, you...you're spitting blood!"

Ye Er just as if realized that she had coughed up blood, lowered her head to look at her handkerchief, then calmly shook her head slightly, "Your Majesty, I'm really fine."

His tone was as if spitting blood were a commonplace occurrence for him.

The more he acted this way, the more the emperor believed that he was truly terminally ill.

"You...don't speak first, come here, sit down."

At this moment, the emperor seemed to have forgotten the relationship between ruler and subject, and instinctively wanted to personally help Ye Er up.

However, he still managed to avoid the Emperor's grasp, and with a hint of helplessness, said, "Your Majesty, please don't. I will go myself."

The emperor did not insist and let Ye Er walk to a chair that had already been prepared.

He just kept standing beside Ye Er, looking as if he was afraid that Ye Er wouldn't be able to hold on and would collapse.

After Ye Er finally sat safely in the chair, he let out a sigh of relief. Then, with a mixture of heartache and helplessness in his voice, he said, "My dear, why didn't you ever mention that your illness was so serious"

"Your Majesty, I am truly fine."

"You've been like this, I saw you spitting blood with my own eyes. How could you be alright"

Ye Er then revealed a look of helpless and desperate resignation after being exposed, saying in a weak voice, "Your Majesty, please don't worry. This body of mine has always been like this since childhood. My father had already told me that I was afraid I wouldn't live past the age of thirty."

"How could this be"

The emperor's expression was a little dazed, his mind buzzing with thoughts, almost blurting out: how could he possibly not live past his thirtieth birthday They had achieved all their goals in that year, and now they were well past it.

As he was about to speak, a look of surprise flickered across his face as he turned to Ye Er. His clouded eyes, as if suddenly awakened, finally realized that this Ye Qing was not the Ye Qing he knew.

He mistook the person.

Realizing this, the emperor's enthusiasm waned considerably. However, as Ye family was his only bloodline, he still cared about his physical condition.

Then, glancing at Ye Er's complexion, the Emperor reached out and patted his shoulder. "First, let the Imperial Physician take a look. No matter what ailment you have, I will find a way to get you healed."

Yè'ěr moved her lips, just about to say that it wasn't necessary to trouble the imperial physician, but at this moment, an imperial physician had already rushed in first.

The imperial physician was incredibly fast. Not only did the eunuchs waiting outside jump in surprise, but even the emperor, who turned to look at the noise, was taken aback.

Before the Emperor could even recover, the imperial physician who had rushed in was already by his side. "Your Majesty," he said, "Are you feeling unwell I...I am late, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

He was still panting from running so fast.

Seeing him come in behind, hearing his extremely outrageous words, he immediately rebuked, "Chen Tai Fu, be careful with your words! The Emperor is well and healthy. It's Ye Lord who is unwell, not the Emperor.

When Chen Taifu heard this, he clearly breathed a sigh of relief. His expression clearly conveyed: "It's good that Your Majesty is alright."

It's unknown which part touched the emperor's heart, but the emperor gave Chen the Imperial Physician a deep, thoughtful look.

The emperor, who had always been petty, not only didn't blame Dr. Chen for his previous inappropriate remarks but also strangely softened his tone when speaking to him afterward:

"I'm fine. Since you're here, please take a look at Ye Qing quickly. He coughed up blood just now."

Dr. Chen bowed, "Yes."

After he had responded, he walked up to Ye Er. The moment their eyes met, they both understood the meaning behind each other's gaze.

Both of them merely glanced at each other before quickly looking away. Ye Er weakly said, "Then please trouble Master Chen."

"You're too kind, Master Ye."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand was already on Ye Er's wrist, feeling his pulse.

The longer the pulse diagnosis lasted, the graver Chen's expression became.

The emperor frowned. The imperial physician's expression when taking his pulse indicated that the situation was very serious.

But Dr. Chen's hand didn't move, and he was too embarrassed to ask. He could only anxiously wait.

Not until Dr. Chen retracted his hand from Ye Er's pulse did he eagerly voice his question, "How is Ye Qing's condition What illness does she have Is there a good treatment"

"..."

Dr. Chen looked at Ye Er as if he wanted to speak but held back.

He looked like this, making the emperor even more anxious, "You tell me, what's the use of looking at Ye Qing Explain to me what's going on!"

At this moment, Ye Er timely spoke up to save Chen the Imperial Physician, “Your Majesty, please don't make it difficult for Chen the Imperial Physician. My body has been weak for many years. My father said before he passed away that my body was likely not strong enough to live past my coming-of-age ceremony. My father was a skilled physician, as Your Majesty knows very well, and he would not deceive me. Even he couldn't help my condition, so how could Chen the Imperial Physician”

"What...what should we do"

The emperor now believed Ye Er's words and suddenly felt a bit lost.

"Your Majesty," Chen the Imperial Physician spoke at the opportune moment, "I will certainly do my utmost to prescribe medicine for Master Ye and alleviate his suffering. Although..." although there was no way to cure him completely, "...it can at least lessen his pain."

This statement indirectly confirms that what Ye Er said earlier is true, that Ye Er's condition is indeed incurable.e monks there are highly skilled in martial arts. If they could get the help of Jinchuan Temple, it would be beneficial in every way.”An Xuetang raised an eyebrow. "Master Huayuan, I think I understan...