The prince is hard to serve

It took nearly half an hour for Yan Wenhao's diagnosis and treatment. Several imperial doctors headed by Imperial Physician Pei discussed for a long time, and finally set a time for him to get out of bed and walk around, but the time was very short, only two hours.

——After all, at yesterday's wedding ceremony, he held on for a whole day, which was really too much. If he wanted to get his body back, he needed at least a few days of rest.

When the imperial doctors were about to leave with their medicine boxes, one of the younger imperial doctors named Li He glanced at Mu Ziling for a few times, his eyes flickered, as if he was struggling with something.

However, when he thought of the 2 taels of silver note in his pocket, he gritted his teeth as if he had made an important decision, then turned back to the bed, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, you are not in good health now, It's still not the best thing to do about intercourse."

"..."

Li He's voice was not too loud, but it was enough for everyone around the bed to hear. Mu Ziling's complexion suddenly changed, and he felt chills all over his body. on the ground.

This sound made everyone's eyes turn to him. Suddenly, Mu Ziling felt ashamed and wanted to thrust his head into the ground.

He never expected that this kind of private thing, this imperial doctor would say it in front of so many people, even though there are only imperial doctors here except Fuquan, a few palace officials and him.

Unable to sit still any longer, Mu Ziling felt overwhelmed with shame and indignation, stood up almost immediately, said "I'll go outside" with a pale face, and left without paying attention to the expressions of the people behind him.

Little by little the gentle expression between his brows was put away, Yan Wenhao gave Fuquan a look, Fuquan nodded seriously, then quickly summoned a little eunuch, whispered a few times in the little eunuch's ear, and let him go out.

Watching the figure of the little eunuch disappear at the entrance of the palace, Yan Wenhao turned his eyes away and landed on the imperial doctor in front of him, with a smile that was not a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, nor did he say anything, just like that Looking at Li He.

Yan Wenhao, who was so silent, gave people an invisible pressure, which made people unable to breathe.

Under this pressure, all the imperial doctors in the room changed their expressions, followed by a few thumps, and they all knelt down. They buried their heads low and did not dare to lift them up.

Kneeling on the ground and silent for a long time, Li He couldn't help but secretly raised his head. When he met Yan Wenhao's cold eyes, he couldn't help swallowing, and his body trembled subconsciously.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet for a while.

After about a cup of tea time, Yan Wenhao stopped looking at him and asked instead: "Your name?" His tone was very light, as if he was asking how the weather was, but he was born with an aloof aura , The face of the imperial doctor who was kneeling on the ground changed several times, and his face was covered with cold sweat.

The imperial doctors were uneasy, and scolded Li He from beginning to end in their hearts, wishing to feed him a dose of medicine powder to make him unable to speak.

Faced with such a situation, Li He already had some regrets, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and after a while, he replied tremblingly: "Wei, Weichen, my name is Li He."

"How many years has Mr. Li been in the palace?" Yan Wenhao chuckled and asked slowly.

"Five, five years." Li He didn't dare to lie, and answered honestly.

In fact, Li He wanted to slap himself to death to punish himself for this stupid thing, but he didn't dare to do anything now, he could only bow his head and kneel on the ground.

How could he be so stupid, obsessed with money, trusting other people's words, thinking that the second prince who was seriously ill was really a 'bully'.How could he forget that no matter how sick the second prince is, how gentle and temperless he is on weekdays, he is still the second prince no matter what, he is a member of the Tian family, and he was born with dignity. , is also extremely terrifying.

Feeling that the name sounded familiar, Fuquan couldn't help but look at Li He a few more times. When he remembered who it was, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he lowered his head, leaned closer to Yan Wenhao's ear, and whispered something to him in a low voice.

After listening to Fuquan's words, Yan Wenhao also raised his eyebrows. He looked at Li He and asked, "Are you the doctor who saved my life five years ago with an ancient prescription passed down from our ancestors?"

That year, Yan Wenhao was 13 years old. After suffering from a cold, he had a continuous fever and fell into a coma for half a month. Hao's fever subsided, and he gradually got better.

Later, Emperor Yan conferred the official position of the fifth-rank imperial physician in the doctor's palace, and asked him, together with imperial physician Pei, to be responsible for the diagnosis and treatment of Yan Wenhao, but Yan Wenhao didn't know about it.

Seeing that Yan Wenhao recognized him, Li He was overjoyed, thinking that he would not be punished again, so he swept away the fear just now, raised his head, and said with a high air: "It is the humble minister."

"In that case, you should get up." Smiling, Yan Wenhao went on to say, "At any rate, you once saved my life..."

Even though he said that, his tone was so weird that the imperial doctor who was kneeling on the ground couldn't help shaking. They glanced at Yan Wenhao and didn't notice that there was something in Yan Wenhao's words. They even stood up and took care of themselves. The self-satisfied Li He looked at each other, gloating in each other's eyes.

They thought to themselves, what a fool!

These imperial doctors are all old people in the palace. They have worked in the palace for 30 to [-] years, and each of them has become extremely smooth. They know the way of survival in the palace very well——

In particular, they knew what could and couldn't be said face to face, even to an unfavored prince, not to mention that Yan Wenhao was just sick.

Sweeping his gaze over the imperial doctors who were still kneeling on the ground, Yan Wenhao nodded slightly, and said calmly, "You all step back."

This time, they stood up slowly, bowed and saluted, then picked up their medicine boxes, and prepared to leave.

"By the way," after a pause, Yan Wenhao raised his brows, stopped Li He who was walking in the front with his head held high, and said to him, "Master Li is not young, you have worked hard for you these years, starting from tomorrow , you don’t come here again.”

But Li He has just reached the age of knowing his destiny.

And the meaning of these words is that he has been dismissed from his post, and from now on, he no longer needs to enter the palace, nor is he a fifth-rank official.

Hearing this, Li He, who was still complacent, turned his face suddenly, and wanted to say something more, but before he could say anything, the guards covered his mouth from behind and dragged him out.