If the Crown Prince claims he can wake up in this condition, but then fails to do so, the Emperor will surely lose his head.
"Useless trash!" The Emperor kicked him. "What's the Imperial Hospital doing keeping a bunch of good-for-nothings like you?"
Imperial Physician Zhou fell ill again.
This time he didn't dare to get up.
"Your Majesty! Please allow me to take a look!" Jiang Chuwei couldn't bear to watch any longer.
Being a royal physician sounds glamorous, but it also means living a life of constant danger.
"Take a look quickly!" the Empress said anxiously.
Seeing that the Emperor did not object, Jiang Chuwei placed her hand on the Crown Prince's wrist.
He withdrew his hand after about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
This was the first time the Emperor had seen Jiang Chuwei up close.
She is clearly a typical noblewoman from the capital.
If the Emperor hadn't seen Consort Mei unharmed with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that she could cure illnesses and save lives.
Jiang Chuwei withdrew her hand: "Your Majesty! The Crown Prince will wake up in an hour."
The Emperor asked in surprise, "Are you sure?"
"Confirmed! But..."
"But what? Tell me the truth," the Queen asked immediately.
"The Crown Prince's illness is incurable!" Jiang Chuwei said decisively.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Jing'er has fainted before and was fine, how can it be that medicine is ineffective?" the Empress said hysterically.
The Emperor spoke: "Empress, let her continue."
"Your Majesty! The Crown Prince is suffering from deep emotional distress, and after more than half a year without treatment, the blood stasis has affected his heart meridian. Even if a divine physician were alive, he could not save him."
The Emperor looked at Imperial Physician Zhou: "Is what she said true?"
Physician Zhou slowly got up and said tremblingly, "What Doctor Jiang said is true."
"You mean the Crown Prince is going to die?" the Emperor asked.
The Empress immediately cried out, "Impossible! Jiang Chuwei, you're talking nonsense! Imperial Physician Zhou, tell me, is there any hope for the Crown Prince? You saved him before, didn't you?"
"Your Majesty! I am utterly incompetent!" Cold sweat dripped down the body of Imperial Physician Zhou.
He's already prescribed the medicine, so what are these people doing? It's not like he has to personally decoct the medicine every time.
The Emperor asked, "How much longer can he live?"
"One day at most," Jiang Chuwei said.
In fact, if she were to administer acupuncture, it would take several days.
Jiang Chuwei, however, would not do that.
Doing so would only increase the prince's suffering.
The crown prince had no will to live.
Since he's living a life worse than death, it's better to let him go.
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