"Are you feeling unwell? Go and call the imperial physician." Yu Jingchen's first question was directed at Nan Zhiyun, while the second was naturally addressed to the servants. Nan Zhiyun felt like vomiting, but couldn't; her stomach just felt uncomfortable.
Yu Jingchen patted her back. Nan Zhiyun's face was pale, and she looked a little off. Yu Jingchen's expression also turned a little off.
"Summon the imperial physician!" Yu Jingchen's voice was clearly tinged with urgency this time. The imperial physician rushed over in a panic. Nan Zhiyun's face was abnormally pale. Yu Jingchen carried her and sat her on the bed.
The imperial physician took her pulse, and his expression immediately turned grim. This was...
"What's going on?" Yu Jingchen's face was so black it was almost dripping ink.
"Your Majesty...the Empress has eaten something cold, and...it seems to be showing signs of mild poisoning." The imperial physician was also somewhat flustered. What kind of situation was this?
"Poisoning?" When Yu Jingchen heard these two words, the temperature around him plummeted. The imperial physician and everyone else in the palace knelt on the ground.
"It hurts..." Nan Zhiyun clutched her stomach; her stomach was aching...
"What happened?" Yu Jingchen asked the imperial physician.
"Your Majesty, perhaps it's because the Empress took some medicine, which caused this..." The imperial physician dared not say more.
"Help her stop the pain first!" Yu Jingchen had completely lost his patience.
"Yes...yes..." The imperial physician no longer had the courage to continue.
Yu Jingchen sat down next to Nan Zhiyun. Nan Zhiyun curled up in pain. He held Nan Zhiyun's hand. Nan Zhiyun was in so much pain that she had no will of her own and held onto Yu Jingchen's hand tightly.
Just pain relief? How could the imperial physician possibly have such great abilities? Yu Jingchen looked at her suffering appearance, and the atmosphere around him was extremely tense.
"What are you standing there for? Go investigate!" Yu Jingchen shouted to Xing Lai beside him.
"Yes," Fortunately, someone had already been sent to investigate, but this time it probably won't be that simple.
Nan Zhiyun bent over in pain, and Yu Jingchen pulled her into his arms: "It's alright, just bear with it." He no longer cared much about whether the child could be saved; he just hoped that Nan Zhiyun could feel a little more comfortable. She looked like a porcelain doll, as if she could shatter at any moment.
The imperial physician administered acupuncture, and Nan Zhiyun found it difficult to bear the pain; her stomach was really hurting... Could she keep the baby? Nan Zhiyun suddenly began to worry about it.
“Child…” Nan Zhiyun’s voice was weak.
"It's okay, calm down and bear with it, okay? It'll be over in a bit, don't be afraid." Yu Jingchen softened his voice.
"It hurts..." Nan Zhiyun felt uneasy in Yu Jingchen's arms, feeling very uncomfortable.
The imperial physician stood by, his heart pounding in his chest, his face covered in sweat, fearing that he might lose his life at any moment.
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