This first emperor is awesome

Chapter 161 Why Are You Panicing?

"Preaching the Imperial Physician..."

Zhao Zhong shouted loudly to the outside of the hall.

After a while, Ying Zheng finally recovered.

Zhao Zhonggang breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw His Majesty's pale face, he immediately trembled in his heart and said, "Your Majesty, you have a nosebleed."

"Why panic, haven't I died yet?"

Ying Zheng glared at Zhao Zhong, then picked up the black scroll on the wooden case, wiped his nose, and saw the scarlet blood on it.

Is your deadline approaching?

Ying Zheng sighed deeply in his heart. During this period of time, he felt that his body was gradually failing.

In the past two or three years, I have stopped taking pills and used various means to recuperate my body, but is it still too late?

cough! cough!

How could Zhao Zhong dare to talk back, he lowered his head, not daring to look directly into His Majesty's eyes.

Can you not panic?

If His Majesty dies, I don't know how many people will have to sleep and eat because of it.

The prince is young, so where will this huge empire go?

"Pass the decree and summon Lang Zhongling Meng Yi."

Ying Zheng stood up, threw the black scroll into the stove beside it, and reduced it to ashes.

"Sir, lead the order."

Zhao Zhong felt a sense of awe in his heart, Shangqing Meng Yi was deeply favored by His Majesty, His Majesty urgently recruited Meng Yi, did he want to plan ahead?

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Zhong's leaving figure with a pensive look on his face.

Not long after, the Imperial Physician Order came to Pingtian Palace, bowed his hands to Yingzheng and said, "My lord, I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

"No courtesy, come forward."

Ying Zheng was brought back to his thoughts, then glanced at the imperial physician's order, and said calmly.

"Sir, obey the order."

The Imperial Physician Ling walked over anxiously. After approaching Shengjia, he stood in front of Yingzheng very honestly, with his head bowed, a little embarrassed.

Ying Zheng didn't speak, but stretched out his right hand and placed it flat on the wooden table in front of him.

Imperial Physician Ling, as a famous physician in the world and the top imperial physician in the palace, naturally understood His Majesty's intentions.

Hastily and cautiously stretched out his fingers, and began to signal His Majesty's pulse.

But as time went by, his face became more and more ugly?

How could this be?

This is impossible……

"How is my body?"

Ying Zheng had a panoramic view of the imperial physician Ling's expression, his heart sank, and he said coldly.

The Imperial Physician immediately broke out in cold sweat, knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I am dead."

Looking at the appearance of the imperial physician's order, Ying Zheng's heart fell to the bottom even more. Could it be that his time is really approaching?

"I didn't ask when you will die, but when will I die?"

Ying Zheng frowned, looked at the doctor's order kneeling on the ground trembling, and said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...I...I don't know!"

The Imperial Physician Ling was frightened by Ying Zheng's words, his voice stuttered and he spoke in a vague way.

"Aren't you a famous doctor who is famous all over the world? You claim that Bian Que is alive and has rejuvenated his hands, why don't you know anything?"

Ying Zheng was very dissatisfied. At this time, he was like a wounded beast, full of worries about the future.

"The minister's medical skills are shallow, and his qualifications are mediocre, so he can't call out your majesty's pulse."

The imperial doctor made a heart fall to the bottom. He had no doubt that once the supreme ruler of the world was enraged, he would die on the spot.

"Ok?"

"What's the meaning of this?"

Ying Zheng was stunned and said suspiciously.

"Sir, I can't detect His Majesty's pulse."

The Imperial Physician Ling really wanted to bump his head to death and forget it. I practiced medicine for most of my life, and saved countless lives and healed the wounded. Are you really old?

Can't even count His Majesty's pulse?

Or does His Majesty have no pulse at all?

But how is this possible?

Everyone in the world has a pulse, if there is no pulse, it is not dead...

Thinking of this, the imperial physician shuddered, and put this absurd idea behind him, and didn't dare to think about it any more.

Ying Zheng also understood, and asked suspiciously, "Do you mean that I don't have a pulse?"

"I dare not lie."

How dare the Imperial Physician order say such a thing? If there is no pulse, isn't it a dead person?

Isn't this cursing His Majesty's death?

I dare not say it myself!

Although Ying Zheng doesn't know medical skills, he can tell the pulse.

He stretched out his left hand, put his two fingers together, and pressed on the artery of his right wrist.

After a long time, sure enough, Ying Zheng didn't notice the slightest beating of his pulse.

Sure enough, there is no pulse, does this indicate that he is about to die soon?

Then he stretched out his right hand and placed it on his chest. Ying Zheng frowned, and he could clearly feel his heart beating slowly.

Seems like it won't be long before it stops...

"You step back!"

Ying Zheng directly rejected the imperial physician's order, and his heart was heavy.

There are still six years to go before the day he dies in his memory.

Can destiny really not be changed?

"Minister, leave."

The Imperial Physician quickly bowed, and then left Pingtian Hall in a frenzy.

Seeing the leaving figure of the imperial physician Ling, Ying Zheng called softly, "Black Nightmare."

A black shadow, like a ghost, silently appeared in the Pingtian Temple.

"His Majesty."

Black Nightmare was covered in black robes and bowed to Ying Zheng.

"The Imperial Physician Ling hanged himself in fear of crime because of his poor academic skills and shallow medical skills."

Ying Zheng's voice was very flat, and he said to the shadow.

"My minister retire."

Black Nightmare immediately comprehended the holy will, and quietly left again.

This is a secret about the safety of the world, and it is not allowed to be leaked.

Only the dead can keep secrets forever. Although Ying Zheng doesn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, he won't mind doing so if necessary.

Once the news that he has no pulse is spread, it will cause a lot of turmoil to the Great Qin Empire.

If anyone with a heart knows about it, they will be able to deduce from this that their body is about to run out of fuel.

If he really passed away, would Gong Ziyu really be able to support the Great Qin Empire when he was still young?

Or is Fusu more suitable?

But if Su succeeds to the throne, Yingzheng is very worried that later generations will dethrone hundreds of schools, and the situation of Confucianism and Taoism will be staged in advance in Daqin.

This is not the ending I want to see, but who can succeed me in taking charge of the Great Qin Empire and make the Great Qin Empire immortal?

Many sons appeared in Ying Zheng's mind one by one, but Ying Zheng still looked disappointed in the end.

He has more than 20 sons, but he found sadly that none of them are qualified heirs.

Could it be that his vision is too high?

Maybe Fusu will become a qualified king?

"Your Majesty... something is wrong..."

Zhao Zhong suddenly ran up in a panic, with a sad expression on his face.

"what happened?"

Ying Zheng was pulled back from his thoughts, Hu stared at Zhao Zhongdao.

"Eight hundred miles from the Bohai Sea to report urgently, the eldest son is critically ill..."

Zhao Zhong's voice was crying, and he was terrified in his heart. At such a time, he would add trouble to His Majesty, but he dared not report it.

"Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Ying Zheng suddenly coughed violently, and he seemed to have aged many years.

Is this the leak in the house and it rains all night?

Chapter 162 The first emperor was critically ill and asked his lonely ministers

"What's wrong with Fusu?"

Ying Zheng's face was ugly, and he asked Zhao Zhong.

"The imperial doctor can't make a diagnosis. It's just that the son is hot and cold, and he has no appetite. His teeth and skin are bleeding."

Zhao Zhong replied honestly.

septicemia?

Thinking of Fusu often going to sea, combined with the symptoms, Yingzheng made a judgment immediately.

"Pass the decree to let the eldest son take care of himself and eat more fruits and vegetables."

Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said immediately.

"The minister leads the order."

Zhao Zhong was very puzzled, the young master is critically ill, why does His Majesty let the young master eat vegetables and fruits?

"Let the servant call Mrs. Song."

Ying Zheng said with deep tiredness.

"I accept the decree and leave."

Zhao Zhong cupped his hands and bowed, then left slowly.

After watching Zhao Zhong leave, Ying Zheng tremblingly picked up the brush, took a piece of white paper, and began to write.

If I die, Meng Tian will not be able to return to Xianyang for the funeral.The northern border is related to the destiny of the country, and it still needs the power of Meng Qing to hold a stake in it, and it will be the foundation of the Great Qin and the North.

Prince Chu was young, and I have known Meng Qing for decades. We are both monarchs and ministers, and good friends.I hope that Mengqing can remember the friendship between the monarch and his ministers for many years and assist the young master.Adhere to the feelings of loyalty, uphold the way of justice, and deter the government and the public.

He appointed Meng Tian as the Great General of Protecting the Nation, and commanded the 50 Northern Legion from Liaodong to Longxi, and established the northern frontier forever for the Great Qin Empire.If there are traitors and sycophants in the court who cause troubles and chaos in the court, hold this secret edict, the Qing emperor will sideline, eliminate treacherous evil, and protect the orthodoxy of the Great Qin Dynasty.