Yes, he was carried along. The emperor's body could no longer be described as fat, but could only be measured in tons.
The fat body, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, was carried by someone. From a distance, it looked like a head embedded in a bed sheet, moving without wind.
Soon, the imperial physician arrived.
After a lot of trouble, several imperial doctors failed to diagnose any illness, but the emperor had obvious symptoms of discomfort, which stumped them.
Saying they can’t diagnose a disease, doesn’t that just mean they are incompetent?
Then, several imperial doctors exchanged glances with each other, and Imperial Doctor Chen said: Your Majesty, judging from your pulse and symptoms, you may have fowl plague.
"What?"
"How could I possibly have this disease? Have you found out?"
The doctor said, "Your Majesty, this chicken plague is not a serious disease. As long as you don't eat with chickens, don't smell them, don't touch them, and don't touch them, you will recover naturally in ten days.
In fact, the imperial physician said this for the emperor's own good. Everyone knew that the emperor liked cockfighting and often let the chickens peck at the food in his hands. He then ate the leftover food from the chickens and often slept with the chickens in his arms.
So, when several imperial doctors could not find out the cause of the disease, they made up the excuse that it was fowl plague.
The emperor thought that he often lived and ate with chickens, so he believed the doctor's words and ordered people to keep the chickens well.
The queen, who was bathing, was so frightened when she heard that the emperor had chicken plague that she bathed herself several times until her whole body turned red. Then she asked the palace maid to tell the emperor that she had caught a cold and it was inconvenient for her to accompany him during this period.
When the other concubines heard that the emperor and the empress were both ill, especially that the emperor had chicken plague, they were all frightened and closed the palace doors tightly, and found various excuses to stay at home.
It’s no wonder that the concubines were afraid. In their understanding, chicken plague is the same as plague, both of which have the word “plague” in them, so they naturally understood it as a contagious plague.
Although the imperial physician said it was not contagious, the concubines in the palace still avoided it. The high-ranking and powerful concubines packed up and returned to their parents' homes.
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