Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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He smiled on the surface and said: "There is a problem with the dragon body, are you responsible or our family is responsible?"

No matter what plan that person has, he has to cooperate.

Xie Zhuo touched the thing on his neck, feeling that he was a little unsteady.

There are only a few months left, and I don't know if he can completely melt away that killing intent.

The little eunuch trembled under Xie Zhuo's words, and hurriedly said: "Your servant, please go and invite the imperial physician immediately!"

He is not the chief executive, how dare he take the responsibility of allowing His Majesty to be seriously ill?

"Hurry up, something is wrong with His Majesty, our family has skinned you!" Xie Zhuo sneered coldly, scaring the little eunuch to move faster.

Chu Chen lay on the dragon bed with his eyes slightly closed.

At this moment, there is no one in the Hall of Mental Cultivation except him.

There is no one around the seriously ill emperor to wait on him, and this alone can explain the status of this majesty.

Chu Chen quietly listened to the yin and yang voice outside, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

In this palace, everyone is a top actor.

She clearly hoped for his early death, but still had to act as if she cared.

Not long after, hurried footsteps came, and the imperial doctor pushed the door open and entered.

Looking at the slightly dim Hall of Mental Cultivation, his eyebrows twitched, and his head lowered even more.

"Your Majesty, I'm here to take your pulse." He knelt down on the bedside cautiously, not daring to glance at him halfway, for fear of losing his life because he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

This palace is getting more and more chaotic.

"Excuse me." A slightly weak voice came from above the dragon bed.

There was the sound of fabric rubbing, and a moment later, a thin wrist came out from the hospital bed.

Because the sun has not been seen all year round, the white wrist is blindingly white, and the white skin is tightly attached to the bone, and no flesh can be felt.

The imperial physician sighed in his heart while feeling His Majesty's too weak pulse.

The dignified son of heaven was shackled in the harem by several eunuchs, without seeing the light of day.

"Autumn is here, His Majesty is just feeling a little unwell due to the change of seasons."

He sighed and said: "I will prescribe some medicine for Your Majesty."

I don't know if the medicine he prescribed can enter His Majesty's mouth.

I heard that the treacherous eunuch who now only covers the sky with his hands treats His Majesty extremely harshly.

"Thank you." Chu Chen retracted his wrist, and there were heart-wrenching coughing sounds on the bed.

There was a hint of bitterness in the imperial physician's face, but he didn't dare to show it.

In this day and age, who doesn't want to survive?

As long as he shows the slightest sympathy for His Majesty today, his family will be reunited in Huangquan tomorrow.

After writing the prescription, the imperial physician handed the ink-stained paper to Xie Zhuo: "Please take a look at it."

Now in the palace, the most domineering and powerful person is the chief executive Xie Zhuoxie.

With the presence of this chief executive who cares nothing about human life, the actions of his adoptive father Xie Wenlin can almost be called kindness.

Kill the concubine, kill the prince.

What else is he afraid to do?

Xie Zhuo glanced at the prescription, and suddenly smiled: "Good prescription."

He brushed the paper with his fingertips, and said leisurely: "It seems that my lord is very loyal to His Majesty!"

If you speak slowly, in the cool autumn night, there is a hint of eerieness for no reason.

"I don't dare!" The imperial doctor thumped in his heart, and quickly knelt down on the ground.

"Chen... I just did my duty faithfully!" Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he couldn't help closing his eyes.