Jiang Fei was the most alert. He immediately led his men forward to surround Wei Shu, leaving no chance for others to take advantage.
The Imperial Physician Zheng quickly stepped forward to take Wei Shu's pulse.
The hall was silent, only the sound of violent coughing could be heard, like ghostly wedding bells from the depths of the underworld.
Again and again, over and over.
Heavily impacting the eardrums of everyone present.
Wei Shu brushed off the Imperial Physician Zheng's hand: "I'm fine, back to the palace!"
The Imperial Physician Zheng's eyes were red with urgency: "Your Majesty, please allow this humble servant to take your pulse!"
Upon leaving this morning, he had already drunk a bowl of medicine to suppress the turbulent toxins within Wei Shu's body, and logically, it should have guaranteed at least six hours of stability.
The potency of the medicine was indeed strong!
But why is it that now, not even two hours into it, the Emperor has coughed up blood?
