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   Although Gu Jingyun's medical skills were not as good as Li Baolu's, he knew a little bit, and he could not guess just by looking at the emperor's face. After a little thought, he realized that there are many ways to disguise in this world. You can pretend to be sick, and naturally you can pretend not to be sick.

   It’s simple to use makeup, and it’s not easy to use medicine.

   and need medication to pretend not to be sick, and that person is still the emperor...

   Even Gu Jingyun, who has always been calm and composed, couldn't help but miss a beat in his heart.

   "Xu Aiqing, how is my body, come here truthfully."

  Xu Yuan was kneeling on the ground, burying his head and replying: "Your Majesty is too worried, overworked, and the cold caused by the evil wind entering the body. In addition to medicine, you need to rest more, and then..."

This is already a commonplace, the emperor smiled bitterly, turned his head to Li Baolu, who was sitting beside him, and said, "Although the imperial physicians in the palace are highly skilled, they always refuse to tell me the truth, so I invite you to the palace through the Queen Mother's words. come and see."

  Li Baolu's heart twitched nervously, and she raised her eyes to look at the emperor.

  Li Baolu opened her mouth, but she couldn't say any words of comfort.

   The two rulers and ministers looked at each other here, but Xu Yuanzheng, who was kneeling on the ground, was trembling with fright, his head buried on the ground and he dared not lift his head up.

   This year, he has changed two principals. He was newly promoted, but at this moment he was not happy at all.

   When it comes to high-risk occupations, imperial physicians are not considered high-risk occupations, but if there is a weak emperor or prince in the palace, it is a proper high-risk occupation.

  Because you may die with the noble master at any time, and even before his death, you will pave the way with the blood of their imperial physician and palace servants.

  It is a very happy thing that his first two colleagues can be demoted and retained, but I don't know if he can still have this luck, it would be great if he could also be demoted...

  The emperor ignored the trembling Xu Yuanzheng, waved to Li Baolu and smiled, "Chunxi, can you come to me to check my pulse in person?"

  Li Baolu's hand under her sleeve tightened, and she controlled her eyes and didn't look at Gu Jingyun. She wanted to smile, but found that she couldn't smile naturally, so she could only get up with a sullen face and slowly walked towards the emperor.

   Seeing his wife's back straightened and walking forward without even looking at him, Gu Jingyun couldn't help laughing.

   Thinking that if you don’t look at him, this matter has nothing to do with him?

  The wife is too innocent and cute, Gu Jingyun got up with a smile, walked two steps to her side, took her hand and walked to the dragon bed.

Li Baolu was so frightened that she almost threw away his hand, Gu Jingyun clenched her hand slightly, clenched her little hand, turned to her and said with a soft smile, "Don't be afraid, your medical skills are naturally inferior to Xu Yuyi, as long as you try your best. it is good."

  The emperor sighed in his heart, but he couldn't help showing an expression of admiration in his eyes. What he loves is Gu Jingyun's calmness.

  Li Baolu is also good, but she is still not very good at hiding her expression.

   Pressed his wife on the chair beside the bed, Gu Jingyun personally handed the pulse pillow that Xu Yuanzheng had just put away to Bao Lu, smiled at her eyes, and nodded lightly.

   Li Baolu's chaotic heart calmed down.

   She felt daring, and she had never feared the late emperor and the present from her heart before, but Li Baolu felt a sense of fear just now when the emperor was staring at her.

  Because she was no longer the one who could take Gu Jingyun far away three years ago, she and Gu Jingyun had too many ties in the capital.

   Until then, she could not understand why those imperial doctors and ministers hid, not only the fear of losing her own life, but also the panic about implicated relatives.

   But looking at Gu Jingyun's implicitly encouraging eyes, all the uncertainty in Li Baolu's heart disappeared.

   She turned her head and smiled at the emperor, took the pulse pillow from Gu Jingyun's hand and placed it under the emperor's hands, and listened to the pulse with her eyes down.

   After a while, she opened her eyes, looked at the emperor and asked softly, "When did your majesty sleep and wake up in the past few days, you can sleep peacefully at night..."

After asking about the work and rest, Li Baolu glanced at Xu Yuanzheng who was still kneeling on the ground, looked up at the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, Xu Yuanzheng's pulse case is not wrong, you are indeed an evil wind, and because you are too worried, Overworked and sick at home."

   "Maybe a cure?" The emperor stared at Li Baolu's face.

  Li Baolu sighed faintly, and only after a while slowly shook her head, "No!"

   The stone that had been hanging in his heart fell suddenly, and the emperor instantly had a feeling of "as expected".

  Since the occasional wind chill last summer, his condition has been up and down.

   It was clear that he was cured, and he felt that he could stop taking the medicine, but the various tonic medicines in the Taiyuan Hospital had not stopped. As long as he asked, everyone from the hospital to the little imperial doctor said the same thing. He suffered serious physical losses and had to maintain and replenish his vitality.

   He has always followed the doctor's orders, but that's how he still gets sick when things change.

   He was also often sick when he was in the house. Except for "calling him sick", the rest of the time he was sick either because he was angry or because of the changing seasons.

  But now, I get sick from eating a little cold, I get sick from sweating, I get sick from the wind, and I even get sick from putting an extra piece of ice in the room.

And no matter how much medicine he drank, he could clearly feel that his body was weak and weak. At first, he doubted whether someone had poisoned him, but after carefully observing the imperial physicians, the emperor knew something. .

   I'm afraid his body has been damaged to the end, right?

It's a pity that the imperial doctors did not dare to tell him clearly until the end, and could only use those pulse cases to prevaricate him, but the cold is mild or severe, and there is a big gap between recovering and dying, but it is useless for him to ask carefully, they are all careful Sheng advised him to take care of his body, pay attention to rest, and take good care of it, he may recover...

   is all plausible.

   He wanted to live very much, and wanted to work hard to make some achievements, but he also knew his physical condition. Before he ascended the throne, he only wanted to survive until his father died and keep the throne for You'an.

   And after he ascended the throne, he just wanted to live longer and give him more time to prepare. He was mentally prepared, but no one would believe him. There was no imperial doctor in the imperial hospital who would believe that he, an emperor, could face death calmly, so no one dared to tell him the truth.

God knows that the emperor is about to die of anger, so he wants to know how long he can live, and then discuss with them how to extend the time, and then discuss with his son and ministers, he is hurrying to arrange the affairs of the court. If you die, you can still spare some time to die calmly and comfortably.

   He has to know his own time to make plans and arrangements. Unfortunately, no matter how much he coerces and guarantees, it is useless. Everyone is afraid that telling the truth will involve their relatives.

  If he wasn't soft-hearted enough, he really wanted to chop these imperial doctors.

   Fighting wits and courage with the imperial physicians, sparring sideways for nearly a year, changing three hospital directors, and finally getting the answer from Li Baolu.

  The emperor is so sad, he wants to change his father, he has already cut down these imperial doctors, why are they afraid that they will not tell the truth?

The    emperor sighed faintly, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and asked, "How long can I live?"

  Li Baolu frowned and looked at Xu Yuanzheng.

  The emperor frowned slightly, "Chunxi, what do you think he is doing, just answer me."

  Li Baolu pondered for a while, organized the language and said: "Your Majesty, human lifespan is a very mysterious thing. It is not only the physical condition that affects it, but also the environment, and even the psychology can affect it."

"There are two people, both of whom are poor, their bodies are riddled with holes and their lifespans are not long. At this time, one is poor and the other is rich. The rich take care of their bodies every day, supplement their nutrition, and heal them with medicines and stones. Tired every day, who do you think will live longer?"

  The emperor is helpless, he is not a child, how can she use fables to comfort him? But he still said: "The rich."

"Yeah," Li Baolu added, "but if people who are rich at first become disheartened, they feel that their lifespan is not long and they spend their days on Christmas, they are pessimistic and dazed every day, while the poor still eat chaff and veggies. However, he is no longer as tired as he used to be, and instead he is determined to survive, and he is happy in body and mind every day, optimistic and cheerful, which of the two of them, Your Majesty thinks, will live longer?"

The    emperor was slightly surprised, lowered his head and pondered: "The rich?"

   "What does Xu Yuan think?" Li Baolu looked at the person kneeling on the ground.

   Xu Yuan was dripping with cold sweat early in the morning, when he heard the words, he kowtowed and said, "The poor live a little longer than the rich."

These two are real cases, which happened at different times in the immovable place. The doctors who treated them at that time recorded them. When people read it later, they found it to be of great research value, so they were recorded in "Xinglin Anecdote". They studied medicine. Most people have read this book. It records many similar inexplicable cases and incurable diseases.

Xu Yuanzheng knew that Li Baolu asked him to intercede for him in front of the emperor at this time, so he thought for a while and said, "That's why the doctor is more determined that the mood is very important for the patient. Open-minded, determined, optimistic people live longer and heal more easily.”

Li Baolu nodded, "People with terminal illnesses know that they are about to die, so they relax their hearts and have nothing to worry about. Playing every day will heal without medicine. So His Majesty asked me how long I can live. I'm not sure, because you haven't to the end."

  Xu Yuan was about to cry. That's the reason. Although His Majesty's body is riddled with wounds, it seems that it can't be cured, but it's not the last step.

Their imperial physicians usually only dare to notify the emperor in the last two or three months, and the longest will not exceed half a year, because the human body can adjust itself, and it is not a disease of poison or old age and death. There are more elements.

   If he said that the emperor could live for a year, but the emperor gave up on himself and collapsed in less than three months, whose fault would be at that time?

   And if the emperor is tenacious and self-improving, he will live an extra two or three years if he is not careful, will he come back to him to settle accounts?

   So it's not that they are unwilling to tell the truth to the emperor, but that there is no truth to tell.

   Companion is like a tiger, and they don't have the favor of Gu Jingyun and Li Baolu. They can say some things, but they, these imperial doctors, dare not reveal a word or a half.

   Sure enough, only doctors can understand the suffering of doctors, Xu Yuanzheng looked at Li Baolu with tears in his eyes.