Your Majesty, don't worry

"Senior's words are very sweet, and what is pleasant to hear is the truth. How did senior know that I am from Beijiang?"

"I don't know, I just asked you casually just now."

Su Qingbai: "..." A little too casually.

The old man pressed heavily on the scar on Su Qingbai's chest with one hand, almost pushing Su Qingbai's heart out.He took a closer look and sighed, "I was wrong just now. It's not that I don't have a good few years to live, but that I will see the King of Hades soon."

Su Qingbai also sighed, her expression sour.Seeing that he was distraught because of his own body, the old man couldn't bear it, so he hurriedly comforted him: "Although the young master has been poisoned a little bit, and he has congenital deficiencies, and he is suffering from chronic illnesses, but if he eats, drinks, and sleeps every day, don't worry about it." If you think about it, you can still live for two years.”

"Can you have a baby?"

Old man: "..."

"Can I have chicken? What about beef?"

The old man: "..." I'm afraid this young man is not a fool.

Su Qingbai sat up straighter, thought for a while, and looked a little serious, "I already know about my body, and I want to ask senior about a disease, has senior heard of symptoms?"

The old man thought for a while, nodded, and said: "There are three kinds of diseases in the world that cannot be cured. One is the woman's headache after giving birth, the other is the child's congenital deficiency, and the third is symptoms. The symptoms are wind evil penetrating into the bone marrow through the skin, the child said. Can it be cured?"

Su Qingbai sighed in a low voice, her expression became more compassionate.

The old man slapped Su Qingbai's chest so hard that it almost knocked out half of his heart. Su Qingbai coughed up a big mouthful of dark brown blood.

"Look, I said I don't have long to live."

"Senior, just shoot me to death."

"That won't work. Killing people pays for their lives. It's better for the young master to die slowly by himself."

Su Qingbai wiped the blood from her mouth, grabbed the old man's hand, and said, "Since that's the case, senior will do me another favor, don't mention my illness to the person outside the door later, don't even say a word."

"You like the emperor? Want to have a baby for him?"

Su Qingbai: "..."

"I have a formula for asking for a son. Do you want to try it? It's very effective."

How could he be as virtuous as Huang Lu? Su Qingbai covered her ears, her head ached.

After bandaging Su Qingbai's wound, the old man carried the medicine box. When he walked to the door, he suddenly turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Master, worry and worry, you will die soon, take care!"

"Thank you!"

As soon as the old man stepped out of the door, he met Qi Yan head-on.

"How long do you have to live?" Qi Yan asked straight to the point.

Old man: "..."

"Just tell the truth."

The old man was in a dilemma. One told him not to speak, and the other told him to tell the truth. What should I say?

"Go back to the emperor, eat well, drink well, sleep well, and live well..."

"You can't bear the crime of deceiving the emperor." Qi Yan's voice became three points colder.

"Return to the emperor, as long as three years, as little as three months."

Qi Yan's expression froze, and he said in a shy voice, "Is it due to poisoning or congenital deficiency?"

"Both have both. The poison cannot be cured, and the congenital deficiency cannot be cured. When I go back to the emperor, the grassroots medical skills are not good. I just made a rough diagnosis. I still need to find the imperial doctor again."

The old man hastily dumped the pot and left in a hurry.Qi Yan froze in place, unable to move, thinking carefully about the deep meaning of the phrase "poison cannot be cured".Sure enough, he was poisoned, but he didn't know when he got poisoned, what kind of poison he got, and why he couldn't understand it.Qi Yan sighed heavily, his Su Qingbai, what should he do with him.