He slightly turned his head, and Mei Wen Shi gave Zhang Kang a look.

Immediately, he cupped his hands, stepped forward from the ranks, and tentatively said, "Your Majesty, I know a family head of a medical family with a hundred years of heritage. He is proficient in conditioning and health preservation techniques. How about sending someone to invite him to diagnose and condition your body?"

Zhang Kang's words represented the voice of the crowd.

They all wanted to know the emperor's current state.

Everything that had happened recently was too abnormal. First, the palace was under martial law, then the city gates were closed, and the Five City Garrison Command was mobilized.

This tense state could not be easily fooled with a few casual explanations.

Moreover, they had carefully observed that His Majesty's complexion and demeanor were not as good as in the past, revealing a kind of fatigue. This was not how someone with a minor illness should look.

The opportunity to have an audience was rare, and they didn't want to miss the chance to find out the truth!

Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks.

A pair of black eyes, as cold as a deep pool, shot out sharp light, sweeping across the ministers.

"Minister Zhang, you are the Censor-in-chief, instead of doing your job well, you are so concerned about my health... Could it be that the rumors in the imperial capital are actually related to you?"

"Or are you also hoping for my death so you can take over?"

As he spoke, he suddenly erupted.

He picked up a teacup and smashed it into Zhang Kang's face, roaring like a lion:

"This cup of tea is a reward from me!"

"To sober you up, remember your identity, and don't interfere in what you shouldn't."

Looking around.

Jiang Chen's oppressive gaze swept over the ministers, and he said, word by word:

"Remember, I am the emperor of Great Wei, the monarch you must be loyal to. Dare to bite the hand that feeds you, and your end will be like this cup!"

The ministers looked at the shattered teacup on the ground, their hearts pounding.

His Majesty's murderous aura is getting heavier and heavier!

Zhang Kang had recovered from the severe pain at this time, and immediately knelt down, trembling, "Your Majesty, this humble minister, this humble minister has no such intention, just, just concerned about your health, I hope you understand."

Mei Wen Shi and others also knelt down, echoing, "Your Majesty, we are all worried about your health, afraid that your concern for the court will harm your body, so we submitted a memorial to request a visit, and had no intention of inquiring about information."

"Now that we see you are full of energy, there is no need to invite the head of that medical family."

Jiang Chen stared at Mei Wen Shi, his voice cold.

"You better be!"

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves, ignored the full court of important officials, and left directly.

It wasn't until Jiang Chen's figure completely disappeared that the ministers dared to raise their heads and look at each other in confusion.

Judging from the way His Majesty acted, he didn't seem very weak. Could it be that the fatigue on his body was fake?

Not daring to discuss it in the Hall of Diligent Governance, everyone left with heavy hearts.

At this time, Jiang Chen was rushing to the side hall with a solemn face.

The purpose of confusing the ministers had been achieved, but before he could be happy, he received the news that Consort Shu had fainted again.

Moreover, the symptoms this time were even more dangerous.

Before fainting, Consort Shu also vomited several mouthfuls of black blood, and the wound on her shoulder also began to bleed.

The imperial physicians were in a state of anxiety, but they had no way to do anything, and could only sprinkle some hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder from time to time to show their presence.

Jiang Chen was completely disappointed with these mediocre doctors, and didn't even have the interest to reprimand them.

He sat quietly by the bed, holding Consort Shu's hands, staring at her face, as if to engrave this beautiful outline in his mind, to keep it in his heart forever.

How he wished that it was himself fighting the poison at this moment, not Yun'er.

Maintaining this posture, Jiang Chen sat from daybreak until late at night.

His arms were already numb and without feeling, but the large hand clasping Consort Shu's never loosened.

"Your Majesty, please eat something before continuing to watch over her."

Feng Jin pleaded with tears in his eyes, holding a bowl of white porridge in his hands. He was really worried about Jiang Chen's body.

Jiang Chen heard it, but did not respond.

All of his attention was focused on Consort Shu.

Before Yun'er was out of danger, he, Jiang Chen, would never let go.

He believed that Yun'er could definitely feel his heart through the warmth of his palm, and persevere!

At this time, outside the city.

Two figures were rushing to the palace under the guard of a team of imperial guards.

The leader among them was tall and had a cold temperament. It was Jing Yue, who had not returned for several days.

And behind her side was an elder wearing a patched robe, with a sallow face like an old farmer, and a kind temperament.

On his back, he also carried a pocket, which was gray and unremarkable, but washed very clean. It seemed to be quite old, and the bottom of the bag was worn out.

Under the escort of the imperial guards, the two went unimpeded and went straight to the Hall of Diligent Governance.

"Your Majesty, I have not failed my mission!"

Jing Yue walked quickly, approached Jiang Chen, her delicate face revealed a bit of fatigue, but after meeting Jiang Chen's ecstatic eyes, she felt that this long-distance raid was nothing.

Seeing Jing Yue return, Feng Jin and others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Commander Jing, where is the divine doctor?"

Feng Jin stepped forward, his forehead sweating nervously, and looked behind her from time to time.

Jing Yue didn't waste any words.

After receiving Jiang Chen's permission, she quickly brought an old man in from outside the hall.

"Oh, Guard Jing, I'm old and can't stand you pulling me like that!" The old man sighed helplessly, but his expression was very peaceful, with a kind of doctor's compassion.

After he stood still, he straightened the turban on his head and said with a smile, "This commoner Zhang Ping'an pays respects to Your Majesty."

Jiang Chen did not put on airs and personally helped the old man up, saying, "Divine Doctor Zhang, there is no need to be polite, quickly take a look at the Consort!"

"She has been poisoned and has fainted many times. I really have no way to do it. As long as you can cure the Consort, you can ask for anything, and I will do my best to satisfy it. If you can't cure it, I won't blame you and will send someone to safely send you back."

Hearing this, the arc of Zhang Ping'an's mouth became even greater, and there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Chen.

This emperor is very different from the rumors.

He was straightforward and curious about the strange poison that stumped the imperial physicians, so he said directly:

"Then I will trouble Your Majesty to lead the way, let this commoner see the symptoms of the Empress, so that I can prescribe medicine to remove the poison."

His words were very calm, as if he was sure that he could cure it, and he was obviously extremely confident in his medical skills.

This kind of arrogant attitude might make people dislike it under normal circumstances, but at this moment it calmed Jiang Chen's heart and made him ignite hope.

However, the imperial physicians on the side felt a little uncomfortable.

They are all leaders in their respective fields of medicine, otherwise they would not have been selected to enter the Imperial Hospital.

But in the past few days, they had taken out their housekeeping skills and rummaged through ancient books, but they did not play any role. At this moment, seeing Zhang Ping'an, they were really ashamed of themselves.

Jiang Chen didn't have the mood to care about these details, his mind was full of saving people.

Signaling the palace servants to lift the bed curtains, a few seconds later, Consort Shu's pale face appeared in everyone's sight.

Zhang Ping'an glanced at it, then said seriously, "Alright, this commoner already knows what poison the Empress has been poisoned with."