American Comics: BOSS Invasion

As soon as these words came out, not to mention Pei Lun, even the other two centurions were stunned.

"Sir, sir, what did you just say?"

The centurion on the right, who was somewhat gossipy, asked hesitantly.

"Why ask so much? Alright, put Pei Lun down!"

Feng Yuan instructed, and the two centurions quickly released Pei Lun.

The waist牌 was thrown out, and Pei Lun subconsciously caught it.

"This is the waist牌 of the Chief of the Garrison. I don't know what about you caught the Chief's eye, to give you such great authority.

Listen carefully, this case can be handed over to you.

But if you investigate, you must investigate thoroughly, not only this case, but also clean up some of the fat worms and big rats inside the Northern Garrison.

Don't think that our Southern Garrison is unknown, but it is much stronger than those wine bags and rice sacks in the Northern Garrison. Don't disgrace the Chief's name this time you go out. If anyone dares to obstruct your handling of the case, tell him to come directly to the Chief!"

After saying this, the eyes of the two centurions on the left and right turned red, wishing they could shout out "I also want to investigate the case" right now.

Unfortunately, they were still centurions after all, and they still had some face. Although they were envious, jealous, and hateful in their hearts, they would not show any abnormality on their faces. However, the envious look in their eyes made Pei Lun feel a prickling sensation as if sitting on pins and needles.

He felt a little emotional on one hand, and also complained a little on the other. It was originally just an ordinary case, but with the Chief of the Garrison's intervention, it immediately rose to a higher level.

Moreover, once the chiliarch said those words, this journey would be even more difficult.

Perhaps even the chiliarchs and above in the Northern Garrison would subtly obstruct him.

Pei Lun's mind raced, and his eyes gradually became firm. First, he respectfully bowed in the direction of Qi Shan, and then he bowed to Feng Yuan.

"Thank you, Chief of the Garrison, for your magnanimity. Thank you, sir, for your trust. Thanks to your kind words, Pei Lun can be spared punishment!"

Seeing that Pei Lun spoke solemnly, Feng Yuan didn't say anything more, but waved his hand and said, "Just handle the case well! By the way, I remember you only have two squad leaders under your command, right? There probably aren't enough people to investigate the case in the Northern Garrison this time. I'll give you three more squad leaders from my side.

Take them all with you and make a big splash, so that the bastards in the Northern Garrison won't look down on you!"

Pei Lun solemnly thanked him: "Yes! This subordinate will certainly live up to expectations."

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Evening, Hall of Mental Cultivation. A large group of imperial physicians were still gathered here with worried expressions.

A large group of eunuchs surrounded them, having to process medicinal materials and test new prescriptions.

The strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine almost filled the entire hall.

In the center of the hall, Zhu Youxiao was still unconscious on the bed.

Not far away sat Empress Zhang, dressed in luxurious attire.

Her beautiful face was full of sorrow.

It has been more than 20 days since the last accidental lake tour, but the emperor's condition has been repeatedly relapsing. Not only has it not been completely cured, but it has also been sliding in an unpredictable direction.

Nearly a hundred imperial physicians from the entire Imperial Hospital were waiting outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but no one dared to say anything certain about the condition.

The Empress actually knew that the imperial physicians were afraid of taking responsibility, and every time it came to such a moment, it was mostly beyond help.

These days, Wei Zhongxian ran back and forth again and again, and even that vicious Madam Ke came and went like a revolving door, as if she had a cone growing under her butt, never settling down.

However, this woman was favored by His Majesty, and over the years, she had developed a tyrannical nature in the harem. At this time, no one could control what she wanted to do.

The director of the Imperial Hospital, Imperial Physician Zhang, slowly walked in, bowed as usual with a blank expression, and said in a low voice: "This official greets Your Majesty the Empress!"

"Alright, what time is it? Why bother with these formalities? Quickly tell me the result, is there any improvement in His Majesty's condition?"

Empress Zhang was obviously a little anxious.

Imperial Physician Zhang lowered his head slightly: "Reporting to the Empress, your servants are incompetent. After using so much medicine for so many days, His Majesty is still weakening at a very slow rate.

The pulse is sometimes erratic, sometimes trembling, and never shows any sign of stability and harmony. I'm afraid..."

Empress Zhang's hand trembled: "Afraid of what?"

Imperial Physician Zhang lowered his head and remained silent.

The Empress took a deep breath: "Since conservative treatment is hopeless, there is only one path left! If we use strong medicine, how much awake time does His Majesty have left?"

"If we must use it, we can guarantee that he will be safe within twelve hours! If we delay any longer, I'm afraid it will be difficult to say!"

Imperial Physician Zhang carefully replied.

In fact, he was not lying. The Emperor's body was already very weak. He would be bedridden even if he caught a cold, but now he had directly fallen into ice water and was deliberately delayed in rescue. By the time he reached the shore, he already had a cold in his bones.

Even if he was sent back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and the imperial physicians did their best, it was still difficult to reverse the situation.

Everyone knows the principle that a weak body cannot withstand strong medicine. With this strong medicine, His Majesty is probably only left with these last 12 hours.

"Can't His Majesty really wake up on his own?"

The Empress was stunned, and then she realized that not only the eunuchs, but even the faces of the imperial physicians were full of fatigue.

Everyone was reaching their limit. It seemed that this was fate.

Just as the Empress was about to raise her hand to ask someone to carry the little eunuch down, a familiar but unfamiliar hoarse voice suddenly came from beside her: "Empress? What's wrong with me? Why do I see you a little blurry?"

Silence!

The entire hall was as quiet as death. Everyone stared wide-eyed, nervously and excitedly looking in the direction of the dragon bed.

A young but somewhat weak palm slowly stretched out of the tent, weakly reaching towards the Empress, and then weakly drooped down.

The Empress was overjoyed and jumped up, giving a series of orders: "His Majesty is awake, His Majesty is awake, quickly, quickly, Imperial Physician Zhang, quickly take His Majesty's pulse!"

Imperial Physician Zhang almost scrambled up, tremblingly took the Emperor's hand, and everyone in the audience was staring at him.

And at this moment, the inconspicuous little eunuch who had just fainted on the ground slowly got up.

He secretly glanced in the direction of the dragon bed, and a strange smile flashed across his lips.

Imperial Physician Zhang's face was tangled. The Emperor's pulse showed no signs of improvement, but was gradually weakening, as if it could stop at any time, but with such a pulse, how could a person wake up?

Imperial Physician Zhang's worldview was about to shatter!

"How is it? How is it?"

The Empress repeatedly urged, and Imperial Physician Zhang did not dare not answer, so he could only grin with a smile that was like crying: "The pulse is peaceful, His Majesty is blessed by the heavens!"