Chapter 883

Xia Hongming quickly walked over and sat down. He rubbed his eyebrows with his hands, bent down and leaned himself on the couch, trying to make himself better in this way.

Doctor Wang hurried forward to feel his pulse, looking rigorous. After feeling his pulse, he got up and retreated to the bottom, knelt down and fell on the ground.

Xia Hongming looked at him like this, and he was a little angry: "Doctor Wang, what's wrong with me? Why do I often have a headache in autumn and winter? I also have a sudden attack today, and it hurts to death."

Wang Yuyi knelt down and seemed to have made great efforts before he summoned up the courage to say, "emperor, you are not ill."

Xia Hongming glanced angrily at the Royal Doctor Wang: "quack, I'm not sick, why do I have a splitting headache? You said, you give me a good talk and explanation, three years ago, you fool me with such a diagnosis. Two years ago, you gave me medicine, and it also worked. This year, the effect is negligible. You must have given me something that I can't eat. Don't you dare to increase the dosage!"

Xia Hongming was angry and angry, and his face was a little ferocious.

The Royal Doctor Wang was almost frightened, and quickly explained: "the emperor misunderstood the old minister, and the old minister did not dare to deceive the emperor. The year before last, the emperor had a headache, and the old minister was diagnosed with hysteria. The emperor's health was not bad, so the minister did not dare to prescribe medicine to the emperor rashly, so the prescriptions prescribed were also mild and tonic prescriptions, which were not harmful to the emperor's body."

"Even if the old minister has 10000 courage, he dare not give the emperor those useless prescriptions."

Every word Wang Yuming said was a real truth. From the beginning, he felt Xia Hongming's pulse and knew that Xia Hongming was not unwell, but there must be a reason for Xia Hongming's headache.

Why not spring and summer, but autumn and winter?

No one knows this reason. Xia Hongming may know it, but he is unwilling to admit it, but he is the emperor. He doesn't want to say he doesn't want to admit it. Who dares to force him?

As a royal doctor and minister, he can only do what he can, feel the pulse and prescribe medicine.

Under the psychological effect, Xia Hongming really feels much better, but the real root of the disease is unknown. When he feels that his condition is getting worse, the tonic prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor is useless.

Wang Yuyi almost burst into tears to show his loyalty.

Xia Hongming looked at him like this, his angry chest was not smooth, and his headache eased a little later. "Come on, go and invite me all the Royal Hospital."

The Royal Doctor Wang seemed relieved, not to mention that all the Royal doctors came, even the doctors in Beijing came, and the diagnosis was the same.

The eunuch soon trembled.

All the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital were dispatched, and the harem was naturally panicked.

There is the prince's worry that Xia Hongming suddenly died. The child hasn't grown up and didn't get anything.

Without the worry of the prince, he didn't have a child around him. The emperor died and will often accompany the ancient Buddha. How miserable.

Dozens of Royal doctors in the imperial hospital soon came.

A dozen elderly and experienced imperial doctors took the pulse first. After diagnosis, they all looked at each other and retreated to one side.

Xia Hongming endured his anger: "what disease have I got?"

The old imperial doctor wiped the nonexistent sweat on his head: "emperor, the emperor is not ill... Maybe he is too tired in his heart."

The Royal Doctor Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and his pulse was almost the same. In fact, Xia Hongming was not ill. To put it bluntly, it was heart disease.

Xia Hongming said calmly, "nonsense, I have a headache!"

When the imperial doctor continued to feel his pulse, there was no difference in what he said one by one, that is, the younger imperial doctors had the same result. Rows of imperial doctors knelt below, and Xia Hongming leaned on his couch in silence.

In the hall, the quiet needle can be clearly seen and heard when it falls down.

For a long time, Xia Hongming breathed out a deep breath: "is this really my heart disease?"

The Royal doctors nodded in fear.

Xia Hongming's heart was not firm. One person said he could not believe it, but all royal doctors said so, so he had to believe it.

Xia Hongming was upset. He didn't know if it was open. He hadn't eaten anything, and his headache gradually eased, which made Xia Hongming have to recognize it. He frowned and looked at the kneeling Royal doctors below: "get up and talk."

Listening to Xia Hongming's tone, the Royal doctors breathed a sigh of relief and got up one after another.

Xia Hongming propped his head with his hand. "Then tell me, what should I do? I can't let it go on like this. I suffer from torture every autumn and winter."

The Royal Doctor Wang is considered to be older. In recent years, he has been consulting Xia Hongming's pulse.

The Royal doctors all looked at the Royal Doctor Wang and waited for him to speak.

The king's doctor was helpless, so he had to step forward and said, "emperor, the pain of head disease stems from heart disease, which is the most difficult and incurable disease in the world. They all say that heart disease still needs heart medicine. If you don't say it, let us ministers share your worries."

Looking at Xia Hongming's cold look, Doctor Wang was still open-minded: "the heart knot is untied, and this heart disease will naturally heal without treatment."

With that, the Royal Doctor Wang lowered his head.

The emperor's mind was hard to figure out. He just mentioned that Xia Hongming's eyes were like eating his old bone. It was really difficult for them.

Xia Hongming looked heavy. He didn't want to pierce something, so Wang Yuyi wanted to break it. His eyes could not wait to eat Wang Yuyi, or rush down and block Wang Yuyi's mouth.

But Wang Yuyi said it anyway.

If he doesn't let go of his heart disease and can't untie his heart knot, there's nothing he can do.

Inexplicably, Xia Hongming felt headache again.

He was almost furious: "even if I want to solve it, how can I solve it? Give me pain relief quickly!"

Once he thought of it, he had a splitting headache, and his reason was squeezed out of his brain. He just wanted to destroy it and get angry, and nothing was pleasing to his eyes.

Looking at a group of useless imperial doctors, it's really boring. So many imperial doctors can't give him pain relief, but they are all waste.

Looking at this scene, the Royal doctors hurriedly said, "the royal doctor Hu's acupuncture is exquisite. Give the emperor an acupuncture to relieve the pain."

Every royal doctor has his best skill, and acupuncture is the fastest method.

Doctor Hu didn't delay, so he quickly took his medicine box and took out the silver needle to inject Xia Hongming.

After a few stitches, Xia Hongming gradually calmed down.

Looking at the frightened look of the Royal doctors, Xia Hongming sighed, "is there really no other way for you?"

The Royal doctors bowed their heads and shook their heads.

Xia Hongming sighed, "I really remember one thing in my heart, which may be really related to this matter. I've been busy these years, and I can't spare time. I don't have time to solve countless trivial things."

Xia Hongming just feels depressed in his heart. Can he say that he wants to travel around the world? Want to go to that cold and depressed place, standing in what overlooking building to have a look at the distance? Can you say you want to meet a woman you've never met?