He looked at the person who opened his eyes on the bed, and he felt a sense of relief.
Standing in front of the window, he composed himself and then pretended to be calm as he walked slowly forward.
"Your Majesty..." Tu Qingyu spoke softly, and the word "Your Majesty" sounded weak and a little aggrieved.
"I'm here." He took the handkerchief from the maid's hand. "Finally you're awake. Are you feeling unwell?"
"My chest hurts."
When he heard her say her chest hurt, he immediately turned around and asked, "Where's the doctor? Why hasn't he come yet?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a secret guard came in carrying a pale old man with a white beard.
Without waiting for him to salute, Chu Yuanhe spoke directly, "Come over here and take my pulse."
The imperial physician placed his hand on Tu Qingyu's wrist, pressing it again and again. After a long while, he stood up and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is troubled by a lot of things. I still say the same thing. If Your Majesty can find a way out of this, it will be better than any medicine."
This imperial physician is the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau. He is known for his honesty and straightforwardness. He doesn't say anything roundabout, but his medical skills are surprisingly good.
That is to say, he has only been taking the emperor's pulse for so many years, and Li Yuanqi has made it clear that he wants to use him. Otherwise, with his temper, he would have been harmed in the palace long ago.
After hearing the words "feeling depressed," Li Yuanqi was silent for a moment and asked, "She said she had chest pain."
"This is because the queen vomited blood, and the young man vomited blood..."
"Okay, I don't want to hear this. Go down and get the medicine."
He didn't want to hear anything bad about Tu Qingyu now.
"yes."
After drinking the medicine, Tu Qingyu said he wanted to sleep, so he moved the memorials to the side hall to deal with them.
Xiao Qing looked at her with tears in her eyes. "Miss, I thought you had really let it go these days, but I didn't expect..."
Tu Qingyu glanced at where the secret guard was, and huddled into the quilt. His crying voice sounded a little muffled through the quilt.
“I thought I had let it go…”
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