I'll Be the Male Leads Sister-in-Law Chapter 173: Jealousy (4)

Chapter 173: Jealousy (4)

After all, Xie Xuanji had things to get to. After the imperial physician summed up his diagnosis, he returned to the palace with the head imperial physician Wu. Jiang Mingwei, on the other hand, as a "good sister-in-law", naturally had to stay by her sick sister-in-law and second brother’s side.

In the Chuigong hall, the Emperor had long been waiting. After hearing the imperial physician’s report, he asked: "How would Prince An’s manic this time affect his health?"

Imperial Physician Wu suddenly felt nervous. His immediate superior in the Imperial Medical Bureau, secretly signalled to him. The imperial physician Wu knew that replying to the Holy Order was not a trivial matter. He calmed himself down, and as the Imperial Medical Bureau had previously told him to, he said: "This time, Prince An used some sort of medicine to suppress his anger. Although he didn't go crazy and hurt people, he cut himself and lost a lot of blood. Now Prince An's condition has stabilized, but he lost a huge amount of blood and is weak, he'll probably need a long time to recover from this."

The emperor was slightly disappointed, that is to say, he won’t die this time?

The Imperial Medical Bureau said before this that as long as Xie Xuanchen went manic again, he  would exhaust himself to death. When the emperor first heard the news, he thought that things were about to come to its end, but now, it came down to nothing.

Blood loss would indeed make him weak, but the amount of blood that Xie Xuanchen had lost was not fatal. The appropriate amount of blood loss could also help strengthen one’s body. The amount of blood loss compared to the consequences of his illness was fairly insignificant.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew it was impossible, the emperor would almost suspect that Xie Xuanchen knew about something, and was deliberately going against him. The emperor sighed. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel that it was such a shame, but he didn't take it seriously. It didn’t matter whether he had one more episode or one less episode as it all goes down to the same results. The emperor didn't believe that Xie Xuanchen could hold it back again and again.

Moreover, the imperial physician wasn’t sure about the efficacy of the Jing Erdan, but the emperor did. Xie Xuanchen was able to rely on it this time, but the next time his illness kicks in, he won’t be able to control it anymore.

The emperor stood up and paced around slowly with his hands behind his back. This happens every time the emperor faces decisions that are hard to make. No one in the hall dared to rush him, they all stood up quietly, even their breathing was as light as possible, in fear of having something unlucky happen to them.

The emperor thought for a while, then stopped and asked, "How is Prince An's condition now?"

Hearing this question, both the a.s.sistant officer of the Imperial Medical Bureau and Imperial Physician Wu felt their scalp go numb. This really felt like walking on a tightrope in the air, each step was a struggle. As imperial physicians, they naturally are never over confident with their statements, as who would dare to be so sure about which patient would be cured and which would not? However, the person who asked the question was the emperor, so they couldn’t not answer.

The Imperial Physician Wu didn’t dare to answer. The a.s.sistant officer of the Imperial Medical Bureau pondered for some time, and tentatively said: "Prince An has an episode roughly every two or three months. After this round, the next episode would be around the end of December to the month of January. I’m not confident to think of a plan now, as I would have to wait until January to see the results."

The a.s.sistant officer of the Imperial Medical Bureau was playing it safe and pushed Xie Xuanchen's death to the month of January. He first said that Xie Xuanchen would not survive this winter, but it was already November. Although Xie Xuanchen was in a coma now from the loss of blood, but from his pulse, he did not look like he was about to die. The a.s.sistant officer of the Imperial Medical Bureau had no choice but to bite the bullet and pushed the deadline to January.