"The Emperor would still need your life; how dare you die? You really have the gall of a dog."
After throwing him to the ground, Ying Yi said to him with a stern voice, coldly.
Upon hearing this, the Imperial Physician was visibly startled.
His whole body trembled uncontrollably.
With that one sentence from Ying Yi, it was as if he had awakened someone from a dream.
His Majesty had not ordered him to die, and although he was willing to embrace death on his own, this action was defiance against His Majesty's wish. Should His Majesty be displeased, not only would his own death be in vain, but it could also bring disaster upon his family, or even lead to the execution of all his kin.
After all, serving the Emperor was like accompanying a tiger; he had no idea what the Emperor was truly thinking.
However, when he fearfully raised his head to look at the young Emperor, he found that the young Emperor's complexion was not good-looking and had become even paler than before.
