Ning Guogong's eyes were staring straight at Mo Chuan, but it was as if he was not there at all.
The imperial doctor said: "Your Majesty, what Ning Guogong suffered from is called heart failure. He was over-stimulated, so the phlegm confused his mind. He can't hear or feel it now."
"Can't hear it, can't feel it? He had obviously spoken just now, why did it suddenly become like this?" Mo Chuan's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
The imperial doctor said: "Because the Duke of Guo was determined to identify the murderer, but Cheng Shaoqing said that the murderer he identified was not the murderer, which suddenly overturned what the Duke of Guo was thinking. The Duke of Guo was already deeply stimulated by the murder of the princess. Coupled with this, the phlegm becomes absorbed in the mind and becomes demented.”
The imperial doctor also came to the palace to testify last night, and he knew the whole story very clearly.
"Then how can we cure it? Let the Duke return to normal?"
The imperial doctor shook his head and said: "Please forgive me for my incompetence. For the time being, there is no other way. It is better to send the Duke back to the mansion to rest for a while. Perhaps after resting for a period of time, the Duke will figure it out in his mind and he will slowly recover." Maybe it will return to normal.”
Mo Chuan heard his vague tone and said angrily: "Maybe, but also maybe! What on earth do you mean?"
The imperial doctor was startled and hurriedly bowed and said: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, please forgive me. I am a humble minister with limited medical skills. I really cannot cure the illness of the Duke."
"If you can't be cured, then ask other doctors to treat you. You are not the only doctor in the hospital!"
Mo Chuan said angrily: "Come here, go and find all the doctors from the Imperial Hospital immediately to see the Duke. By the way, you must invite Doctor Zhang to come!"
The ministers looked at each other, no one dared to speak.
No one could have expected that this morning would turn out like this.
Soon, all the imperial doctors were summoned to the Golden Palace.
After checking Ning Guogong's pulse one by one, their faces showed worry and they shook their heads.
Mo Chuan didn't look at anyone else, but looked at Doctor Zhang.
"Mr. Zhang, do you think you can cure him?"
Doctor Zhang pondered for a while and finally shook his head.
"Your Majesty, the humble minister is incompetent. What Ning Guogong suffers from is the disease of pure heart and phlegm. This disease cannot be cured. It will become worse with treatment. The only way is to rest. When Ning Guogong understands it in his heart, the disease will no longer be cured. Heal yourself.”
Mo Chuan could not believe what the other doctors said, but he had to believe what the doctor Zhang said.
"You really can't cure it?" He still refused to give up.
Mo Chuan knew in his heart that Ning Guogong was indispensable to his being able to ascend the throne.
What made him most grateful was not that Ning Guogong supported him to ascend the throne, but that in the ten years since he ascended the throne, Ning Guogong was willing to gradually retire from his high position and hand over all the power of the government to him as the emperor step by step. In my hand, I am willing to be a green leaf for him, and I have no intention of overshadowing the master with half the effort.
Without Ning Guogong, he would never have secured the throne so quickly.
"Old minister, there is really no way to cure Ning Guogong, unless..." Doctor Zhang said slowly: "The ancient miracle doctor."
Gu Qingze!
Yes, why did I forget him
Mo Chuan suddenly remembered.
There is no disease in the world that this No. 1 God cannot cure, but Gu Qingze is like a divine dragon, never seeing its end.
After he rescued him in Nanyue, he suddenly left without saying goodbye one day, and then just like Huang He, there was no news.
Even Shen Ning didn't know where her master had gone.