Imperial Physician Li pondered his words and explained Zhao Ting's current physical condition.
But Zhao Ting's health was so poor that even if he used the most tactful words, Emperor Jing could sense it.
Is it... beyond saving?
Seeing Emperor Jing's face turning grim, Imperial Physician Li quickly said, "Perhaps it's my medical skills that are lacking, Your Majesty could summon the physicians from the Imperial Hospital, or renowned doctors from the people."
If there are more people involved, at least the responsibility wouldn't fall entirely on him.
"I'm fine," Zhao Ting said with a gasp, completing a whole sentence.
Emperor Jing was moved; even at a time like this, Ah Ting still thought to reassure him.
The people from the Imperial Hospital arrived one after another. After they all finished feeling Zhao Ting's pulse, their expressions were not good.
Emperor Jing, in his anger, was about to lose his temper.
Zhao Ting, supporting his 'weak' body, held Emperor Jing back.
