Shangjing.
As twilight descended, the distant sound of night watchmen beating their clappers could faintly be heard from the streets.
The palace was solemn, and the Crown Prince was gravely ill, having coughed up blood.
The servants attending the Eastern Palace were trembling with fear, cautiously serving, terrified of making a mistake, which could cost them their heads.
All the Imperial Physicians knelt to the ground.
Emperor Qian, sitting by the bed, was seething with anger. He flung his teacup across the room.
He suddenly stood up: "A bunch of useless people!"
"If anything happens to the Crown Prince, I will hold you all accountable!"
The elderly Imperial Physician was hit squarely.
Scalding tea splashed everywhere, and shards of the cup littered the floor.
The physician, however, couldn't care about anything else, trembling as he spoke: "Please, Your Majesty, calm down."
How could Emperor Qian be calmed?
