When Chen Fu heard the news, she didn't have time to think and immediately followed Lin An out the door.

"How is His Majesty's condition? Has the imperial physician been called over?"

Chen Fu's tone was anxious as she hurriedly followed Lin An.

The wind and snow outside the house stopped, with only a few snowflakes flying on his face. Lin An held up an oil-paper umbrella to protect Chen Fu: "My lady, please be careful."

The sedan chair stopped at the entrance of Hehuan Palace. Lin An moved carefully and stretched out his hand to protect Chen Fu as she went up.

"The imperial physician has gone. His Majesty is now unconscious and keeps calling out the Empress' name."

How could the disease be so serious?

Chen Fu sat in the sedan chair, unable to help but feel worried.

Your Majesty rarely got sick before.

Chen Fu had served His Majesty for so long, and he had always been in good health. His sudden illness made Chen Fu confused.

Sitting in the sedan chair, I felt a little nervous.

My thoughts were suddenly in a mess.

The servants who carried the sedan chair walked very steadily. The heavy snow had just stopped, and the snowy road was difficult to walk on, but the young eunuchs who carried the sedan chair walked very fast.

Soon it was the Palace of Heavenly Purity.

As soon as the sedan chair stopped, Chen Fu helped it down.

"Your Majesty, please be careful." Lin An, who was standing aside, stepped forward in time to support Shen Fu's hand.

"Your Majesty is ill, and he is still thinking about the Empress. If anything happens to the Empress, I really don't know how to face Your Majesty."

Lin An kept on talking, but Chen Fu didn't listen to a word.

He pushed open the door and walked straight to the bedside of His Majesty.

There was a strong smell of medicine in the house.

The closer you get to the bed, the more you can smell the strong aroma of Chinese medicine.

Shen Fu frowned, and after seeing clearly that there was a person lying on the bed, she was so scared that she stopped where she was.

The person on the bed was in a very bad condition.

Even though Shen Fu knew that His Majesty was ill before coming here, when she saw the pale face lying on the bed, she subconsciously paused.

His Majesty's face was as pale as paper, and his lips were even paler, without a trace of blood.

Visible weakness.

Shen Fu stopped in her tracks, her expression panicking: "Why is His Majesty so seriously ill?"

Lin An followed behind him, opened his eyes and glanced at the bed, then lowered his head: "Ever since the queen left in anger that day, the emperor has been feeling uneasy."

"I can't eat well every day, and I often can't fall asleep until the middle of the night." Lin An said while sighing.

"It's cold now, and His Majesty is fine for a day or two, but he has been like this ever since the Empress left."

"For a long time, people don't eat, drink or sleep. Even the strongest person can't stand it."

As Lin An spoke, he raised his hand and wiped away his tears: "Empress Zhao, Your Majesty is complaining in his heart."

"I asked His Majesty what was wrong, but he never told me. But I know he did this for the sake of the Empress."

"That day, His Majesty did not believe Her Majesty, and Her Majesty felt wronged. His Majesty also came to understand afterwards."

"It's just that His Majesty..." Lin An's voice choked with sobs: "His Majesty is feeling miserable."

Lin An's voice was sobbing.

Chen Fu felt upset when she heard this. Normally, Lin An seemed calm and composed, but she didn't expect that when His Majesty became seriously ill, Lin An would suddenly panic.

"How long has His Majesty been in a coma?"

Chen Fu interrupted Lin An and squatted down to look at the person on the bed. His Majesty's pale face made her dare not think anything.

"This..." Lin An sobbed, raised his hand to wipe his tears and then stopped.

He glanced down at the bed, his eyes lowered, "Your Majesty has been ill since yesterday, and has been in a coma for twelve hours."

"Twelve hours?"

Has His Majesty been in a coma for a day and a night?

Chen Fu subconsciously scolded in a low voice: "Your Majesty has been unconscious for so long, and you just came to see me now."

"Wan..." Lin An's voice paused, and he couldn't help but raise his head to look at the bed.

He stammered, "Your Majesty did not allow me to go and invite the Empress, saying that the Empress was still angry with Your Majesty, and Your Majesty was too guilty to dare to see the Empress."

"Your Majesty is doing whatever he wants, and you're following suit?" Chen Fu didn't expect Lin An to be like this.

Normally, Lin An's brain is sufficient, why is it that it is no longer sufficient when such a big thing happens?

"Who was the doctor who started treating His Majesty?" Chen Fu glanced at the bed. "It's useless to prescribe medicine. His Majesty's condition has not improved at all."

"Your Highness, this is the head of the Imperial Hospital, Wang Yuan." Lin An replied, "It may be that His Majesty is too ill. He has only taken the medicine for a short time, so I am afraid there will be no response for a while."

"No, I can't just sit here and wait for death."

Chen Fu looked at His Majesty anxiously. She had never seen His Majesty so weak and feeble before, and she couldn't help but worry: "I'm worried. Please send someone to the Imperial Hospital to invite a new doctor."

"My queen." Lin An hesitated.

"The head of the Imperial Court just left. Even if we find another imperial physician, I'm afraid he won't be able to find out anything. Your Majesty is still in a coma. Your Majesty just needs to stay by his side."

"I don't want to hear this nonsense." Chen Fu interrupted.

"Your Majesty is in this state. I don't want to consider anything else. I just want Your Majesty to get better."

Lin An opened his lips, not daring to continue persuading, and turned around to go out and give orders.

Chen Fu didn't even have time to take off her cloak. Looking at the sick person lying on the bed, I couldn't help feeling sad.

In the past, when she saw His Majesty, he was always high and mighty, tall and majestic.

Lying on the bed like this, looking so weak. It was the first time Shen Fu saw it.

Thinking of the scene of their last meeting, Shen Fu felt indescribable bitterness in her heart: "Your Highness."

She squatted beside the bed, trying to get closer.

But before he could reach out his hand, Lin An, who had just returned, subconsciously called out, "My Queen!"

The voice startled Shen Fu, who had just stretched out her hand, and she quickly withdrew it in fright.

"My queen, the emperor is still ill. Please stay away from him. Don't let the emperor's illness make you sick."

Lin An walked closer quickly, wishing he could reach out and pull Chen Fu away.

"I just wanted to cover your Majesty with some bedding. It's fine."

Chen Fu took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in her throat, turned around and looked at Lin An: "Have you sent someone to call the imperial physician?"

At first, she wanted to ask someone to call He Congyu over.

But because she was afraid that it would be too obvious and not good for He Congyu, Shen Fu didn't choose it after all.

"I've called. The imperial physician will be here soon." Lin An nodded.

"Your Highness, the Emperor was unconscious yesterday and called out your name all night long."

Lin An said this, and reached out to take a stack of papers and walked forward.

Chen Fu saw the thick stack of notes, opened it and discovered that her name was written on every page.

"This... is this written by His Majesty?"

Lin An paused while holding the paper, then quickly shook his head: "This was written by me."

"What did you write?" Chen Fu flipped through the stack of papers, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

At first glance, the handwriting looked like "Your Highness 㱕". After carefully flipping through several pages, Chen Fu became more and more certain that the handwriting was "Your Highness 㱕".

This was definitely written by His Majesty, so why did Lin An say that he wrote it?

Chen Fu flipped through the thick stack of white paper, full of suspicion.

"Yes, I remember. Since last night, His Majesty has been in a coma, and he has been calling your name the whole time."