"Emperor, the dragon's body is important!"
The imperial physicians knelt together. They had just rescued the emperor from the gates of hell. With the emperor's current body, he could not even get on the horse, let alone go on a personal expedition. He would die if he got angry on the road.
"Pull him out..."
Wan Yulin sat on the edge of the bed, panting heavily. He ordered people to pull the imperial physician who advised him out. He wanted to say that he was going to pull him out and cut him, but the words got stuck. He panted heavily and was so weak that he could not sit still.
The imperial physician who had been dragged out was considered to have survived. He knelt in the courtyard of Yangxin Palace Hall and did not dare to leave.
