Chapter 111 Chapter 111 Bai Tianming stood at Joshua...

Bai Tianming stood beside Joshua's bed, bending down with great interest, and looking at him carefully, his eyes fixed on him like a cat staring intently at a motionless moth.

As we all know, although moths may stop and move temporarily, they may eventually fly away. No one knows when they will fly away. Therefore, we need to concentrate our attention, which is not as simple as just paying a little attention to something we don’t know.

Joshua wiped the steaming, sticky, transparent liquid from his face, and his wet fingers accidentally brushed the corner of his lips.

He pursed his lips, and the next second he felt the wet liquid at the corner of his lips. It tasted fishy, ​​salty, bitter and astringent, just like freshly heated sea water, making it difficult to continue.

Bai Tianming's burning gaze was still on his face, with the focus on his eyes. He knew he had to open his eyes. His eyelashes trembled, and it was obvious that he was having a fierce ideological struggle.

His eyes moved around, as if fighting with the thoughts in his head. Finally, he opened his eyes, his face was pale, and his expression was firm, as if he had made up his mind to face his fate.

Bai Tianming saw him wake up and pulled a chair over without hesitation and sat down next to his bed. He looked him over with a half-smile and asked thoughtfully, "I heard you were sick?"

Joshua could already sense the vague suspicion rising in Bai Tianming's heart. He was suddenly startled, but there was nothing he could do. He then smiled bitterly, his face pale, and he coughed twice. He lowered his eyes and replied in a weak voice, as if helpless, "Yes, I was caught in a cold and became ill. I've taken medicine and I will be well soon. It's not a serious illness. I am truly flattered that Your Majesty has bothered to come and see me in person."

"Don't be flattered," Bai Tianming waved his hand and said perfunctorily, "As long as you get better soon, it will be more useful than anything else."

"Yes," Joshua replied respectfully, his head lowered and his eyes downcast. "I will definitely get better as soon as possible and will never let down Your Majesty's kindness in coming to visit me."

"In that case," Bai Tianming waved back and called the imperial physician over. He said to Joshua, "Let the imperial physician take a look at you. If you have any illness, it can be cured."

Joshua shuddered all over, feeling as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

Did Bai Tianming already know something? What did he know? If he knew, why didn't he do anything? Wasn't he here to kill? Then what was he here for? Something else? Impossible!

Joshua slowly raised his head, his face pale, his pupils dilated, and he looked as if he would soon die. The sweat on his forehead was dense, like a nest of freshly laid spider eggs.

Bai Tianming glanced at him, stood up, took two steps back, and gave his seat to the imperial physician. He folded his hands across his chest, stood not far away, looked at Joshua and the imperial physician, and said, "Let's get started."

Joshua realized that he had missed a golden opportunity to refuse, but then he thought, even if he refused, Bai Tianming might not agree, so why waste his breath? Moreover, if he had no doubts, Bai Tianming would not have had to come here from the palace, and bring a doctor with him.

Let it be.

He will accept any punishment, whether it is killing or scraping.

Joshua lay on the bed with his eyes closed, like a dead fish hanging from the beam, without breath, motionless, emitting a slight rotten odor, as if something was fermenting, mixed with a bit of sour smell, which was nauseating.

After the imperial physician examined Joshua, his expression suddenly changed. He raised his hand involuntarily, very nervous, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. When he put his sleeve down, his face turned pale, as if he was not wiping sweat, but applying powder to himself.

Joshua opened his eyes, suddenly clinging to a glimmer of hope, as if he had found a match while nearly freezing to death in the snow. Although he knew the match would be soaked from being buried in the snow and wouldn't light for a while, he was unwilling to give up. So, he looked expectantly at the nearby imperial physician and tentatively asked, "Will it be healed soon? There's no need to be so nervous, right?"

The imperial physician opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but considering Bai Tianming standing next to him, he didn't dare to say anything. His brows furrowed slightly, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Seeing that the imperial physician didn't say anything, Joshua went to see Bai Tianming. He knew that Bai Tianming was the one who had the most say in the room, but unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn't want to get close to Bai Tianming or talk to him, because he felt that the closer he got to Bai Tianming and the more contact he had with him, the more dangerous it would be.

But there is no other way now.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth, muster up his courage, and feign panic, hoping to increase his chances of persuasion. He said to Bai Tianming, "Your Majesty is a precious person. If you stay in this ward for too long, I'm worried that the disease will contaminate you. How about I ask a servant to take you to the guest room to wait?"

Bai Tianming stared at him, as if gazing at a key hanging in the mist, with a look of deep thought and a hint of a smile, as if treating his words as the meaningless clinking of a key. He treated him as if he were a cat in front of someone else's store, with a hint of playfulness in his contempt, and a hint of doting in his mockery. "I finally got here, why are you so anxious to kick me out? I'm watching here. I need to find out how sick you are before I can give you a day off. Otherwise, I have to consider other things. You know, when you're in such a high position, you always have more to worry about than others."

After hearing Bai Tianming's words, Joshua couldn't help coughing, frowning, his face turned pale, and he felt a little breathless, as if a hand was pinching his lungs, preventing him from breathing normally. He felt like he was going to die. This was a rare experience.

Because before today, he still felt that he was not sick at all. A healthy person always has all kinds of worries, but a dying person doesn't think so much.

He lay on the bed, looking weak all over, with his eyes half closed, as if drowsy. His pale face looked a little dim in the dark room, like a terminally ill dying person, waiting for someone to take him to the grave as a corpse. He looked like he had accepted his fate, but his thoughts did not stop.

If I was found to be healthy, would I be convicted of deceiving the emperor? That would surely mean the death of my entire family. If I was found to be ill, I would be truly thankful for the first time. But what if I didn't get better? If I did get better, I still had to attend court and see Bai Tianming. What then?

Why is life so sad? Why is it so sad? Sad.

Joshua closed his eyes and almost lost consciousness for a moment. He couldn't tell whether the medicine he had taken to pretend to be sick had finally worked as a sleeping pill, or the high-pressure atmosphere he felt in front of Bai Tianming made him unable to keep his spirits up. Like a broken string, he fell into a coma involuntarily, or maybe it was just because he didn't sleep well last night and was too sleepy now.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, but immediately afterwards, or perhaps at the same time, he heard the imperial physician kneel down beside him with a thud, and tremblingly said to Bai Tianming: "Your Majesty! Lord Joshua is just suffering from insomnia, nervousness, and confusion..."

Joshua felt something buzzing in his ears.

His head also began to buzz, and he vaguely heard the sound of something being knocked over, like a bowl full of medicine turned over on the ground, or a cup that was placed on the table and fell on the stool, or perhaps a box placed at the highest point of the wardrobe, close to the ceiling, was knocked over by the cat.

Although he couldn't remember when he had a cat at home, it was possible that the sound was from someone else's house. It was someone else's cat and had nothing to do with him.

He just happened to hear some random, dizzying sounds coming from nowhere.

These voices drowned out the surrounding conversations. He couldn't hear clearly whether the imperial physician said anything else afterwards, nor could he hear clearly whether Bai Tianming was asking him any questions, let alone whether his wife rushed in from outside, was questioned as soon as she opened the door, staggered out, and knelt on the ground begging for forgiveness. At the same time, there was another group of people on the ground, his servants, and the people brought by Bai Tianming.

They all knelt on the ground, with the hot sunlight above their heads. The sunlight fell on the ground, casting long shadows. The dark shadows were dragged to the door by the devil. There were cries, begging for mercy, and screams, and it was very noisy.

He felt a headache and wanted to open his eyes, but he could not see anything in front of him, only darkness, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears, as if he had just overturned a wasp's nest, and countless wasps rushed out, saw him, rushed towards him, bit him, poisoned him, frightened him, and drove him crazy.

He wanted to say I knew nothing, he wanted to say please let me go, he wanted to say leave here, he also wanted to say, don’t do anything here, don’t kill them, what does it have to do with me, what’s the good of doing all this?

In the end, he couldn't tell what he wanted to say. He just tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and he couldn't open them no matter what. Or maybe they were already open, but he didn't realize it.

His face just turned red, and he began to mutter to himself unconsciously.

He couldn't hear what he was saying either.

The sweat on his forehead became more and more abundant and heavier, running down his cheek and landing beside his ear, like a hot spark, burning him fiercely.

His ear was like a piece of white paper, and suddenly a hole was burned in it. Then it turned red, black and shiny. A flame appeared briefly, and then went out. He began to shiver.