"What should I do?"
"What should we do? If we announce that His Majesty has suffered a stroke, what will be the consequences..."
"Don't worry, let's think of a solution. The fact that His Majesty has had a stroke must not be leaked."
"Eunuch Ming, please go and invite the Duke and the Protector General."
"Oh, and there's also Lord Zhang from the Ministry of Justice, and Lord Xiao Qi from Qi Ming."
The three imperial doctors first thought of the Jun family and the other two adults who hated Dayu deeply.
As for the others, either their rank was not high enough or their true intentions were uncertain, so they did not dare to let more people know.
Not long after, Zhang Yunqi and Qi Mingxiao rushed to the inner hall, followed by Old Man Jun holding his granddaughter.
Looking at Emperor Shunde lying on the bed like a dead dog, Jun Shutong's eyelids twitched fiercely:
【What happened to the Emperor? 】
[Looking at this weak expression, could it be that the Queen is angry with him?]
[Tsk tsk, how pitiful! He's been harmed by an old woman for so long. He deserves it.]
Several imperial doctors looked at Jun Shutong awkwardly and told him about Emperor Shunde's condition from last night to this morning.
What I mean is, what should we do now? You, the pillars of the government, should make your own decisions. They have already done their best.
[Fuck, I'm really going to have a stroke from all the anger.]
[Tsk tsk, come on, you've been deceived for so many years, and yet you're still so disappointing. The term "happy-hearted and fat" definitely doesn't refer to you.]
At this moment, Jun Shutong couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Emperor Shunde. Although he was not cuckolded like his uncle, it was still too cruel for those little princes who were supposed to be born to be gone.
Emperor Shunde glared at Jun Shutong with his eyes wide open: "You bold little girl! I've always been kind to you, but now you're making sarcastic remarks and mocking me. You're so bold!"
Several people were discussing on the side, and no one noticed that the emperor on the bed had rolled his eyes to the sky.
"Is there any possibility of recovery?"
The old man asked without giving up. He did not think highly of this emperor, but he did not want him to become like this.
The imperial physician shook his head: "You know, throughout history, no one who has suffered a stroke has ever recovered."
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