Your Majesty, You Can't

Dark and clammy room.

There were patches of gray-black mold stains embedded on the white walls, and there was a rotten smell of blood and damp in the air.

The weak candlelight can only illuminate a small corner of the room, and the dark and gloomy tone of the whole room almost blends with the dark night outside the window.

In the only corner where light can be seen, a teenager is lying on the cold bed.The warm candlelight made his pale cheeks wet with sweat red, and scarlet blood gushed out of his mouth.

His knuckle fingers tightly clutched his blood-stained skirt, he closed his eyes in pain, and let out a weak groan, showing that he was enduring great pain.

The spleen and stomach eroded by the poison seemed to be violently stirred by the claws of a giant beast, and even the internal organs felt painful as if they were being gnawed by ants.

The half-conscious boy only hoped that his life would disappear as soon as possible, so that he could also be freed from the pain of torture.

Four or five tall young men were guarding the boy's bed.Even if you just look at the dark reflections reflected on the ground by the candlelight, you can still feel the sense of power coming from them.

However, it was this group of strong youths who were staring at the little junior who was vomiting blood on the bed with red eyes, wiping the sweat off the boy's face with a handkerchief awkwardly with trembling arms.

This is what He Lanzhi saw when he followed the young guards and pushed the door open.

The pungent smell of blood and mildew made him almost spit out the supper he had eaten before lying on the door frame. After his nose got used to the smell, he pushed open the door frame and walked quickly to the poisoned room. In front of Su Nuo.

When the young guards guarding Su Nuo's bed saw He Lanzhi, they bowed their heads and knelt down and said, "My subordinates send Master He Lan their regards."

"Stop kneeling, get up." He Lanzhi anxiously looked at Su Nuo who was vomiting blood because of the poison, deeply felt that if this method continues, the baby will lose too much blood and die, "He how's it going?"

The guards exchanged glances with each other, then clasped their hands and replied, "He's vomiting blood."

He Lanzhi: "..."

Do you still need to say that? !Anyone who is not blind can see that he is vomiting blood, okay? !He didn't even need to look to smell the strong, lingering smell of blood!

Before He Lanzhi could speak out and ask more details, a surprise announcement came from behind him, "Doctor Wang is here! Junior brother may be saved!"

"This place is too dark, go and light up the lamp so that the imperial doctor can see clearly." He Lanzhi glanced at the dim light in the room and ordered, then turned and invited Wang imperial physician to Su Nuo's bedside, "Wang imperial physician can come so late , Thank you for your hard work."

When Imperial Physician Wang heard such polite words from the prime minister, he knelt down in fear and said hastily: "No hard work, no hard work. I wish you well, my lord, a thousand years old—"

"—No need, please get up quickly," He Lanzhi interrupted the imperial physician's time-wasting words, and hurriedly helped him up and said, "Human life is important, you should treat this young man first."

Doctor Wang put down the medicine box and signaled Suno's pulse, then skillfully took out the silver needles and inserted them in Su Nuo's throat and stomach respectively.

"How?" He Lanzhi asked.

Dr. Wang took out the blackened silver needle and replied, "This young master took the powder made from the grass of the heartbroken, but fortunately, it didn't take long, and he could be saved, but he needed to induce vomiting as soon as possible. Then he took mung beans, honeysuckle and Licorice can be used to detoxify. I will prescribe a prescription for him first."

He Lanzhi nodded, "Thank you."

The servants gave the pen, ink, paper and inkstone winkingly for the imperial doctor to write down the prescription.

He Lanzhi twitched the corners of his mouth and watched the imperial doctor Wang's handwriting on the rice paper. His nasal cavity was filled with a strong and hard-to-dispel bloody smell, and he felt a faint smell of rust in his throat.

"Cough cough."

He Lanzhi covered his mouth and coughed twice, the smell of blood and rust in his throat almost burst out.He tried to hold down the coating of his tongue to swallow the taste, but it seemed counterproductive to elicit the uncomfortable feeling even more.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

The warm liquid spouted from the mouth wetted the fingertips, and He Lanzhi only felt that the sticky wet liquid was attached to the palm of his hand. He opened his palm under the light and saw that it was a puddle of sticky black blood.

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Yaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyao! ! !I spit on my aunt! !