Imperial Physician Fang checked Prince Ming's pulse with a serious expression, frowning from time to time. Eunuch Li was watching on the side with trepidation. Why did the old man's face become uglier the more he looked at him?
Could it be that Ming Wang has some incurable disease?
Wouldn’t the emperor wake up laughing from his dream?
He began to think about what reward the emperor would give him when he returned to report the good news.
Lan Shuang stood aside, watching with "concern." When Imperial Physician Fang sighed and withdrew his hand, she immediately stepped forward and asked, "Imperial Physician Fang, how is it? How is the prince's health?"
Imperial Physician Fang didn't answer directly, but asked Lan Shuang: "What did the doctor we consulted before say?"
Lan Shuang paused, looking embarrassed: "This... I didn't call a doctor before."
As she spoke, she glanced in the direction of the bed and motioned for them to go out and talk.
Eunuch Li rolled his eyes in his narrow sockets and followed her out. After they all stopped by the screen, Eunuch Li whispered, "Why didn't you call a doctor? The prince looks seriously ill."
Lan Shuang sighed softly, "I'd like to, but the prince won't allow it. You all know the prince's temper, right? How can I possibly bend him?"
Eunuch Li recalled how Prince Ming had ignored the Emperor when he was mad, and nodded awkwardly, "That's true. I'm sorry, Princess."
Imperial Physician Fang stroked his beard and shook his head, saying, "That's exactly why it's so difficult."
Lan Shuang asked hurriedly: "What do you mean?"
Imperial Physician Fang glanced at King Ming lying on the bed. King Ming was motionless and silent, as if he had fallen asleep.
He lowered his voice and said, "The poison that the prince brought with him from the battlefield has not been cleared yet. Although he has lived a life of luxury in recent years, he has not taken good care of his body. In addition, he is irritable and easily angered, and his liver fire is strong. The poison has been accumulating more and more. Now... it can't be cured, and the attacks are becoming more and more frequent. I'm afraid..."
He, who had always had a blank expression on his face, now showed hesitation.
Eunuch Li's heart skipped a beat. Did he really guess it right?
Lan Shuang subconsciously covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and upon closer inspection, she saw that her fingers were still shaking.
"Doctor Fang, please speak frankly. I can handle this."
Imperial Physician Fang hesitated for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "Time is running out. Princess, please spend more time with the prince and try to follow his wishes. This will improve his mood and help him live a few more days."
Lan Shuang's eyes widened, and she stumbled back two steps as if overwhelmed, almost knocking over the screen. It was Eunuch Li who was quick to pull her up, "Oh my princess, please be careful."
"Thank you." Lan Shuang forced a smile, tears already glistening in her eyes. "Your Highness...what should I do?"
She was trying hard to hold back her tears, and Eunuch Li couldn't help but feel pity when he saw this.
It had only been a short time since I got married, and my husband was about to die. Who wouldn't be upset? Being a widow at such a young age, the rest of my life would be so difficult.
"Princess, don't overthink it. Worrying is harmful to your health. Imperial Physician Fang, could you prescribe some nourishing remedies?"
Eunuch Li asked hypocritically.
Lan Shuang also looked at Imperial Physician Fang expectantly. Imperial Physician Fang said nothing. He walked to the table and sat down. He took out a pen and paper from his small medicine box, carefully wrote down a prescription and handed it to Lan Shuang: "Take this medicine twice a day, morning and evening, on time. It will relieve the prince's symptoms. Eat a light diet regularly, and you will have no problem living for another year or two."
A year and a half...
Lan Shuang's eyelids twitched, and for a moment she didn't know whether what he said was true or not.
Holding the prescription in her hand, she thanked them with a heavy heart, then escorted them to the courtyard. After watching them leave, she asked 888, "Little Baba, how old did Ming Wang live in the original book?"
888: "He died of suicide before he was forty."
"Suicide..." When Lan Shuang heard these two words, her mind buzzed and there was a moment of blankness.
We just confirmed our relationship and then we found out that the other person is dying. What the hell is going on?
Lan Shuang became even more determined to complete the task as quickly as possible. "Not bad, everything should be settled this year. By then, I'll have points to exchange for antidote for him."
Seeing her cheer up, 888 encouraged her, "Yes, host, come on, I believe in you!"
…
Lan Shuang turned back to the bedroom. Ming Wang had already sat up, with his head down, thinking about something. When he saw her come in, he raised his eyes and smiled, "Come here——"
Lan Shuang walked over with the prescription in her hand and sat directly on Prince Ming's lap. "Is Imperial Physician Fang your man?"
Prince Ming was very pleased with her enthusiasm and took her arm around her waist to prevent her from falling. "Yes, he used to be the emperor's man, but I dug out his brother who was hidden by the emperor. I found a secret guard of similar height to disguise himself as his brother and replaced him. From then on, Imperial Physician Fang worked for me."
Lan Shuang raised her hand and pinched his face: "Your Highness is really smart. Are those words that the imperial physician Fang said true or false? You heard everything, right?"
She stared at Ming Wang closely. Ming Wang pursed his lips and nodded hesitantly: "Half true, half false."
"Hmm?" Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows.
Prince Ming whispered, "The poison the Emperor gave me has never been cured. You've seen how terrible it is when it attacks. No antidote has been found in all these years, so I can only suppress it with medication. But the attacks have been getting more and more frequent lately. I don't think I'll live many more years."
Lan Shuang narrowed her eyes. The feeling of hearing these words from Xiao Baba and hearing them admitted by King Ming himself was completely different. After hearing what King Ming said, she felt even more uncomfortable, as if someone had grabbed her heart lightly.
Noticing that she seemed a little down, Prince Ming reached out and stroked her head, his palm dry and warm. "But it's not as terrible as Imperial Physician Fang said. I had a miracle doctor see me years ago, and he said that if I take the medicine on time, I won't have any problem living to my forties or fifties. I can still be with you for another twenty years."
Lan Shuang heard this and took Ming Wang's hand, pinching his fingertips, and said seriously: "No, you can stay with me forever, and we will live a hundred years together."
Ming Wang was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Well, I'll try my best."
After a moment's silence, he changed the subject, "But it would be better if the emperor thought I was dying."
…
Eunuch Li brought Imperial Physician Fang back to the palace and headed straight for the Emperor's chambers. The Emperor had just finished bathing and was sitting at the table drinking tea. Upon seeing Eunuch Li and Imperial Physician Fang return, he immediately put down his teacup and asked, "How is it? Is the Prince feeling better?"
"To reply to the emperor, the Ming King is not ill, he is suffering from the effects of poison."
Eunuch Li told the emperor what he had seen and heard in Prince Ming's mansion without the emperor asking.
The emperor's expression became subtle after hearing this. "Oh? Can't get up?"
He looked at Imperial Physician Fang, who understood and said bluntly, "After taking the Prince's pulse, this old minister found that it was extremely disordered. He had just had an attack of poison. Moreover, his attacks have become more frequent and more severe over the past six months. His blood is almost drained. If nothing unexpected happens, the poison has penetrated into his marrow. Even with the best medicine, he can only hold on for another six months at best. If he gets angry again and his anger attacks his heart, he might die completely."
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