Fortunately, we returned to the palace soon.
The majestic Panlong Palace is also the sleeping palace of Tianze Emperor Di Shitian.
In front of the mahogany dragon bed, a group of old men with beards and wearing imperial physicians' uniforms whispered with burning faces. Their foreheads were still faintly glowing.
At first glance, there was nothing on the dragon bed. If you look closely, you can see a palm-sized white ball on the golden quilt.
Although Xia Ling'er has turned into a beast, her behavior habits still remain human.
It lay on its side, with its head resting on a paw, and its furry tail swept up from below, covering its face, making it look very cute.
After returning to the palace, Emperor Shi Tian immediately summoned all the people in the Imperial Hospital and asked them to cure the little beast, otherwise, their entire nine clans would be executed.
Seeing that there was no conclusion for a long time, Di Shitian's face became more and more gloomy.
"What? You all want to die!" The evil and charming phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, and the tone was extremely sinister, even colder than the Antarctic ice.
The tone was sharp, not like a question, but an affirmation.
If this little thing doesn't wake up, their fate will definitely be worse than itss.
"Your Majesty, please spare my life. Your Majesty, please calm down."
Suddenly, the originally silent hall was filled with cries for mercy.
The old imperial physician was timid to begin with, and his voice begging for mercy sounded trembling.
"Your Majesty... Although I cannot be sure... But... But I can give it a try..."
The man who spoke was called Song Yilin. He was young, in his early twenties, with a handsome appearance. He had just entered the Imperial Hospital, so he had little experience. Normally, he would not be given the job of treating the emperor's relatives. The reason why he was lucky enough to enter the palace today was because of the little beast on the dragon bed.
Emperor Shitian's cold eyes swept over, then suddenly tightened, and his thin lips slightly lifted, "Give it a try?"
These three simple words made everyone present feel their hearts in their throats.
Although they didn't know the origin of this little beast, it was not difficult to tell from the scene that this little thing was extraordinary in the king's heart.
Give it a try
They don’t dare to try by tying their heads to their belts!
Not to mention that they have no experience in treating animals, even if they knew the cause of the illness, how would they use medicine
"Your Majesty, I am confident." Song Yilin took a step forward, knelt at the feet of Emperor Shitian, and said in a firm voice.
In fact, there is nothing serious wrong with this little animal, it is just a little anemic. As long as it can take medicine, it will wake up in half a day.
"Okay, it's approved." Emperor Shi Tian's cold and icy eyes squinted slightly, and he said in a cold and complicated tone: "I will not allow the slightest mistake!"
The phoenix eyes, tempered with ice, inadvertently fell on the little thing, and a flash of worry passed by, so fast that he himself did not even notice it.
"Yes!" After saying that, Song Yilin scooped out an exquisite white jade bottle and walked to the dragon bed. After staring at the snow-white ball for a long time, he took off the red silk from the mouth of the white jade bottle, raised his head to drink a sip, and then leaned down...
“Wait!”
A deep metallic voice, mixed with a hint of urgency, exploded the moment Song Yilin lowered his head.
The high pitch of the voice made the imperial doctors present, who were already nervous, tremble violently and their hearts rose to their throats again.
The heart of an emperor is unpredictable. Serving the emperor, if you are not careful, you may lose your life at any time, otherwise there would not be such an old saying as "serving the emperor is like serving a tiger".
Moreover, they clearly felt that the king was in a bad mood today.
I don’t know if it’s because of the election or because of the little beast.
The moment Di Shitian opened his mouth, Song Yilin immediately turned around, leaned forward with a respectful look on his face, and waited for orders.
"I want to know the treatment method?" Emperor Shitian's eyes sank slightly, and his sexy thin lips became sharper in an instant. His voice was low, revealing a bit of oppression.
"Your Majesty, according to my diagnosis, this little beast is in a coma due to anemia. The liquid I just took is my special 'regeneration water', which has the effect of replenishing qi and blood. As long as the little beast can take it, it will wake up."
"I want to ask you, why are you bending over?" The evil and charming phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, and his gaze swept over Song Yilin gloomily.
Hearing this, Song Yilin was slightly stunned. Perhaps he did not expect the king to ask this question. After thinking for a moment, he said seriously: "Your Majesty, the little beast is now unconscious and cannot take medicine on its own. I am leaning over to give it medicine orally..."
"Boom!" The redwood table beside Emperor Shi Tian shattered and turned into powder under his big palm. His eyes were gloomy, and his body exuded a chill of several degrees below zero, which instantly condensed the air in the hall.
It was quiet, deathly quiet; even the shallow breathing of everyone could be heard clearly.
Everyone present was motionless. If possible, they even wanted to hide their breathing and just ask their furious king to ignore their existence.
Seeing this, Song Yilin's delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted together, the curve was so small that it could pinch a mosquito to death.
I was both afraid and confused, not knowing what I had said wrong just now.
It is rumored that the king is cruel and cold-blooded. Now it seems that what they said is true.
A moment later, in the tense atmosphere as everyone held their breath, Emperor Shi Tian moved.
Song Yilin couldn't help but sweat as he heard the steady and powerful footsteps coming towards him.
I sighed inwardly: It seems that I can't escape death today.
The red-gold dragon boots gradually came into view. Song Yilin, who was waiting with his head down, resigned himself to his fate. He closed his eyes tightly and waited with empty eyes for death to come.
Suddenly, a low voice sounded.
“Bring it here!”
There was no beginning or end, just two words. The tone was less cold and gloomy, and there was something more. But what was the new thing? No one would think about it at the moment.
This sentence made Song Yilin stunned.
Take it? What does the king want? His life
After thinking about it, Song Yilin knelt on the ground and said with a fearless face: "If the king wants me to die, I will not be loyal if I don't die. Your Majesty, please do it!"
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, raised his head, and looked as if he was ready to sacrifice himself.
Looking at Song Yilin kneeling on the ground with a tragic look on his face, Di Shitian raised his resolute eyebrows slightly, as if he understood something, and said again: "Bring me the recycled water!"
"What!" Song Yilin blurted out two words, not knowing whether he was too excited or too scared. As soon as he said it, he immediately regretted it.
Immediately crawl on the ground.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I did not mean to offend you." Song Yilin wanted to die at this moment. He had finally saved his life, but he dared to speak to the king like that. (To be continued)