The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort

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Chapter 426 Secretly Going to Xiwei Palace

Zi Andao: "I know, but if the emperor is healed, our predicament will be resolved, and you can also lift the burden at that time."

If the emperor was still there, neither Prince nor Nanhuai would be a threat. Even though the king of Nanhuai died, he was the real dragon emperor. He had been enthroned for many years. .

What if he doesn't give up?

Moreover, the emperor recovered and took control of power, and the king of Nanhuai could only return to the southern country. At least for three to five years, there would be no troubles. She had three or five years, and she must have a way to solve the poison.

Murong Jie still disagreed. He was not afraid of anyone telling gossips or accusations of anyone, but he could not let Zi An fall into such a vortex.

"Murong, let me go into the palace. At least, let me see his condition. If I am sure, I will go to the palace for treatment. If not, I will give up." Zi An begged.

Murong Jie asked: "Okay, how much do you know about ghost sores?"

Zi An shook his head, "Ghost face sore is a disease that I have been in contact with before, but I don't know if it is, as you said that a small face came out of his arm, this I have to ask if it was there before, just You have n’t known. "

"That little face is ghost face sores. I got ghost face sores. My body has erythema and small face." The doctor said to Murong Jie that Murong Jie didn't understand the pathology, so he could only tell the words of the doctor .

"Is there any case information of Emperor Ming Dynasty? I want to see it." Zi An asked.

"Yes, there are many documents from the past in the study, all recorded by historians. They are not true, but they should be comprehensive."

Most of the records of the historians are those recorded by the court, but some of them are honestly written by the historians and passed down.

I only hope that the historian who wrote these things should write with the correct historical attitude.

The two returned to the study and found the history of the Ming Emperor.

It is written on this last page that Emperor Ming had red spots on his face, and a small face on his abdomen. The small face had full mouth and nose, no ears, and his mouth would still open, just like a ghost.

"Not in the ears, but in the abdomen." Zi Andao.

Murong Jie looked around and looked at it, "Oh, folklore grows next to his ears."

"Apart from these, do folks have records about ghost sores?"

"I asked the doctor and the Huimin Department, but I said no, but there are women with red spots, but those women with red spots have no ghost faces." Murong said.

Zi'an was silent for a while, and repeatedly looked at Ming Emperor's medical history. There are not many records here. Ming Emperor was not killed by this disease, but was killed.

"Murong, I still insist on going to the palace to see." Zi An pleaded again.

Murong saw her with a firm attitude, knowing that she could not dispel her thoughts, and said: "Well, since you want to go, then go tonight, don't disturb the mother, but you have to dress up and play as a little servant beside this king Do n’t let people know you ’ve been in. "

"Good!" Zi An agreed.

Murong Jie asked Ni Rong to get a set of clothes, and Zi An put it on, and then took coal and smeared his face, gently a dark layer, and suddenly no longer like a daughter.

The two entered the palace, and Murong Jie asked Zi An to lower his head and hold a box of ginseng.

In the past, Murong Jie went in and never brought anyone in, so the forbidden army in Xiwei Palace ignored it, but now he took someone in, and the forbidden army stopped.

Murong said sharply, "Go away, dare you stop this king?"

The imprisoned army said respectfully: "My lord, there is an order from the emperor, no outsiders are allowed to enter. The lord has had the will of the emperor to enter, but he cannot bring anyone in."

Murong Jie said lightly: "Then the king insists on bringing it?"

The embargo is a little embarrassed, "This ..."

The people guarding this Xiwei Palace are all people who can be trusted by the emperor. They all know in their hearts that once the emperor is killed, they will all be killed.

But if he offended the regent, perhaps he would die before the emperor died.

Now it is clear who is Zhuang who is idle.

The Forbidden Army retreated silently, "Please, Lord!"

Murong Jie went in with his son, and entered the temple all the way without obstruction.

When entering the bedroom, Grandpa Bao and Grandpa Lu stepped forward and looked at Murong Jie in astonishment, "How can you bring someone in, Lord?"

Murong said: "It's okay, he is a trustworthy person next to this king. How about the emperor?"

Grandpa Lu sighed, showing his sad face, "Not very good, much more serious than before."

Murong Jing yelled and turned back to Zi Zi said: "Give things to Grandpa Lu."

Zi An answered and handed it up.

Murong said: "This is a thousand-year-old ginseng. You can stew it for the emperor."

The father-in-law took it, saw Zi'an's hand, slightly startled, and wanted to see Zi'an's face again, Zi'an had bowed his head.

Grandpa Lu had a lot of thoughts to Grandpa Bao: "Let's go out and let the lord and the emperor stay for a while."

Grandpa Bao also understood, saying, "Okay!"

Murong Jie let the doctor also withdraw, and only he and Zi An were in the hall.

Murong Jie stepped forward to lift the tent, Zi An approached, and saw that the emperor was asleep. There were many red spots on his face. The erythema could hardly see his original appearance.

"You pulled his arm to show me." Zi An said softly.

Murong Jie stepped forward carefully, drawing the emperor's hand from the quilt and pulling it all the way to his arm.

There is a small person's face on the arm, no hair, like a tea cup, protruding, the forehead of the small person's face can see blood vessels, one eye is big and the other eye is small, the nose is crooked, the mouth is small Like a small hole.

Zi An took out the needle and wanted to walk over to **** it. Murong Jie reached out and stopped, shaking her head at her.

Zi An knew that he was afraid that the emperor would wake up and had to stop.

The emperor's breathing was weak, and now he did not know whether he was comatose or asleep. He accidentally saw him move, but did not open his eyes.

Seeing that there was a book on the table, Zi An thought that it should be the emperor's case, so he picked it up and looked at it.

It is indeed a case. Remembering the emperor's daily condition, the emperor has fever, joint pain, swollen joints, and muscle pain. Looking at the erythema of the emperor's face, Zi'an's initial diagnosis was lupus erythematosus.

However, there are several types of lupus erythematosus, and it is temporarily impossible to tell which one it is.

If it is systemic lupus erythematosus, it will be more difficult and is the most serious one, which will endanger the internal organs of the body, such as pericarditis, dyspnea, and nephrotic syndrome.

Lupus erythematosus was terminally ill in ancient times and could hardly be cured.

There is no cure for modern times, only control.

"Go!" Murong Jie urged.

Zi An put the case down, "Okay!"

She looked back and took another look at the current emperor. In modern times, watching movies and watching TV, the image of the emperor is extremely majestic.

Because he was Murong Jie ’s eldest brother, and knew that Murong Jie had always respected him, seeing him lying there lifelessly and waiting to die, Zi Zi could n’t help but feel uncomfortable.