Your Majesty, the National Teacher is in a bad mood today

"I'm not feeling well? Why won't the national teacher find a decent one?" Seeing that Ye Tang was silent, Han Jin continued to mock him.

As soon as he thought of Ye Tang deliberately avoiding him, he wished he could stop court and come to Ye Tang immediately to ask why.

It would be fine if Ye Tang seemed to be in a bad situation, but who would have thought that he would be drinking tea leisurely here.

Han Jin was furious, grabbed the tea cup from Ye Tang's hand, and put it on the table forcefully: "Didn't you say that you can't drink tea when you are sick? This was taught by the national teacher, why did the national teacher forget it? "

Ye Tang slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the teacup on the table: "I'm not taking medicine, drinking tea won't affect it."

After making the sound, Ye Tang realized that his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for several days.

Han Jin was also stunned.

Ye Tang looked away lightly, and coughed lightly to make his throat feel better.

"What's wrong with your voice?!" Han Jin suddenly grabbed Ye Tang's wrist and yelled at him.

Ye Tang was dizzy from Han Jin's yelling, and didn't answer for a while.

Only then did Han Jin realize that Ye Tang's face was pale and looked extremely weak, and the wrist he was holding was also hot, as if it had burned his skin.

"What's wrong with you... Where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Han Jin stretched out his hand to cover Ye Tang's forehead in a panic, to check his temperature.

Even he himself didn't realize that he was extremely nervous at the moment.

Ye Tang raised his eyes with difficulty, and looked at him steadily.

"Talk! How long have you been like this, are you dumb?! Ah!" Han Jin yelled at Ye Tang angrily and anxiously when he saw that Ye Tang hadn't answered.

Ye Tang's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to speak.

But before he could speak, he passed out.

Han Jin quickly hugged Ye Tang into his arms, his eyes flustered like never before.

The entire Tai Hospital knelt on the ground in Yanqing Hall, each with their heads down, not daring to show their breath, for fear of being affected by Han Jin's anger.

"You tell me again? What do you mean it's nothing serious?!"

Accompanied by Han Jin's furious voice, the imperial doctor who was checking Ye Tang's pulse was kicked to the ground by Han Jin, and suddenly felt as if his body was falling apart, and he broke out in cold sweat from the pain.

However, the imperial doctor didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly knelt down again, and said in fear: "Your Majesty, calm down, I dare not lie... Your Majesty should be sick from overwork and can't take it anymore. After taking the medicine, take a good rest for two days. never mind."

"Illness from overwork? Illness from overwork will make you feel so hot? It will make your voice so hoarse?!" Han Jin didn't want to listen to his explanation at all, so he grabbed him by the collar and picked him up.

The imperial physicians kneeling behind hurriedly said in panic: "Your Majesty, calm down."

Eunuch Li also hurriedly stepped forward to stop Han Jin: "Your Majesty, please calm down, let's wait for the National Teacher to wake up before making a conclusion."

Han Jin barely regained his senses, threw the person in his hand back, and smashed a tea set on the table as if venting his anger.

Teapots and cups made of high-quality white jade were shattered all over the floor.

Looking at those fragments, Han Jin suddenly felt a headache and closed his eyes tiredly.

"Eunuch Li." Han Jin called out.

"The slave is here." Eunuch Li hurriedly replied in panic.

"I have a set of the same tea set here, bring it to the national teacher, he will be unhappy if he changes the things he is used to."

"Yes, the servant knows."

Han Jin took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and then looked at the imperial doctors again.

Seeing Han Jin's gaze fell on them, everyone trembled with fear.

After a long while, Han Jin said coldly, "A bunch of trash."

The few leading physicians buried their heads deeply, not daring to say a word.

Most of them have learned medical skills from Ye Tang, but anyone who can get a few pointers from Ye Tang can make great progress.

In front of Ye Tang, their medical skills were simply not enough.

Now that Ye Tang fell ill, asking them to make a diagnosis would be more frightening than the other.

Seeing these people burying their heads like ostriches one by one without making a sound, Han Jin became even more angry: "Kneel here for me, until he wakes up, if the situation is not as you said In this way, I take you as a question!"

Everyone hurriedly and cautiously agreed.

At this time, the leading imperial physician bit the bullet and said: "Your Majesty, the state teacher is not in a good condition now, do you want to take some medicine first?"

Hearing this, Han Jin glanced at the bowl of medicine that had been served for a while on the table beside him.

"What is this medicine for?" Han Jin asked coldly.

"Your Majesty, the fever can be reduced." The imperial physician hurriedly replied respectfully.

Han Jin pursed his thin lips, remained silent for a moment, and brought the medicine over: "Go and kneel outside."

Everyone quickly responded respectfully, got up and went to kneel outside the hall.

Han Jin looked at Ye Tang lying on the bed for a while, sat on the bed, stretched out his arms to hug Ye Tang, let him lie in his arms, and then began to feed the medicine into his mouth spoon by spoon.

Every time he feeds him, Han Jin has to gently lift Ye Tang's chin, and gently rub his throat with his fingers, so that Ye Tang can drink the medicine smoothly.

After feeding the medicine, Han Jin hugged Ye Tang again to feel the temperature of his body.

It hasn't receded at all, and it's still hot.

Han Jin's face darkened instantly.

……

It was already evening when Ye Tang woke up, and the group of imperial physicians knelt beside Ye Tang's bed in fear for a whole day.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Ye Tang suddenly felt his head hurt even more when he saw this scene.

"My lord... you're awake..." the leading imperial physician hurriedly said in surprise.

Ye Tang reluctantly raised his eyes to glance at him, then glanced around the hall, coughed weakly twice: "What are you doing?"

"My lord, you are ill." Someone immediately replied respectfully.

"I know, I mean..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door of Yanqing Hall was pushed open, and Han Jin rushed in in a hurry.

Ye Tang glanced at him, then lowered his eyes weakly.

"You woke up, how do you feel? What's wrong?" Han Jin pressed Ye Tang's shoulder and asked aloud.

Ye Tang's voice was still hoarse and sounded weak: "Your Majesty, don't embarrass them."

"Embarrassing them? So in order not to embarrass them, you would rather be sick for several days? Ye Lingshuang, where's your brain?!" Han Jin inexplicably felt an unknown fire in his chest.

He rushed over immediately, but Ye Tang didn't care at all, and instead told him not to embarrass others.

"It's not a serious illness." Ye Tang coughed twice again weakly: "It's enough to keep one, let the others retire."