Marshal Wang looked at him sideways and stretched out his hand: "Let's show the old man, is there any cure for the old man's disease?"
The palace doctor clasped his wrist, pretended to take the pulse, and then said: "The situation is not very good, Marshal, I have told you a long time ago that you need to rest, especially not to work long distances. This is from Kyoto to the northwest. Along the way, how many times have you been sick? Every time you persuade you to go back, you always refuse to listen. Now this disease—"
The palace doctor paused, and raised his eyes to see Marshal Wang.
Marshal Wang's face was as usual, and he asked quietly, "Go on."
The doctor nodded, and then said again: "Now your disease is getting more frequent. If you continue like this, you can't suppress it even with medication."
Marshal Wang asked: "If the medication can't be suppressed, what will be the consequences?"
The palace doctor lowered his head: "The villain dare not say."
Marshal Wang's eyes grew colder, staring at the pitch-black head, really wanting to slap it with a palm.
"There is no other way?" he asked.
The doctor said: "Marshal, if you can stay in bed, keep your ears out of the window, and recuperate calmly, you may be able to delay the onset of illness."
In other words, let him ignore King Jin's affairs, and don't do anything in this barracks. As long as he doesn't do anything, his old life can survive for a few more days
Marshal Wang thought of Bai Zhi's instructions before, and said: "Go and decoction, I'll lie down for a while." Bai Zhi said, if the palace doctor has a ghost, then his medicine must also have a ghost.
There are no ghosts, just look at it.
The doctor Gong answered, turned around and walked out of the big tent.
Bai Zhi, who was hiding behind the wooden cabinet, walked out, and said to Marshal Wang: "This palace doctor is really interesting."
Marshal Wang raised his eyebrows: "How interesting?"
"When you are ill, you will never see his look. That is a calmness. When you are ill, he, as the treating doctor, is not at all anxious. He looks at you like a theater and waits for you to recover. He just pretended to ask a few words, I have never seen this kind of doctor."
Marshal Wang never felt that there was anything wrong with Doctor Gong before, and he did not know that he would be so negligent when he became ill. Before, when he became ill, his consciousness was not very clear, so he could not feel the emotions of the people around him. This is clear.
Bai Zhi said: "He will deliver the medicine soon, and I will be right here. You see me winking and acting, keep him alive, let him tell the mastermind behind the scenes, and see if his murder of you is related to the person who murdered King Jin. "
Marshal Wang nodded: "The old man fought on the battlefield in his early years. He has never returned to Kyoto for many years. He has never had a close friendship with the ministers in the court, and has no interaction with the princes. If someone hates me, I wish to kill me. Apart from the general I defeated, I really can't think of anyone else."
Bai Zhi said: "You did have nothing to do with the princes before, but later, the relationship between you and King Jin became subordinates, and even the relationship between master and apprentice, and the situation naturally changed."
These Marshal Wang had already thought about it, and the answer was ready to come out.
"But why didn't they just poison me? Why did they use this chronic poison, torturing me day by day, keeping my old life, what else do they want to do?"
Bai Zhi shook his head: "I have to ask the person who poisoned you."
An hour later, the palace doctor delivered medicine, and Marshal Wang was lying on the wooden bed for a fake sleep. Hearing the movement, he sat up and looked at him.
The doctor put the medicine on the table, and stepped forward to help Marshal Wang out of bed: "You should rest well, and take the medicine later and sleep for a while."