An imperial physician was called to check whether there was any problem with the medicinal materials of the ink carp belt.

"The master is the Master Mingbian Master from Jingu Temple?"

The monks are the best to recognize their appearance. These imperial physicians have obviously heard of the name of Master Mingbian, and they were the first to greet the old monk.

Master Mingbian clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name.

"Then this guy—"

"I, I am Doctor Hu from Mingshantang, Jixianfang."

The middle-aged doctor who had been tossed with rice bags bowed to everyone with a pale face.

Just as everyone looked at Mo Li together, and Mo Li was worried about what lies he should make up, an extremely angry roar came from the main hall next door.

“…waste… quack… drag it down…”

The intermittent sound made the doctors instinctively shrink their necks and their eyes were frightened.

"Let's go with me."

The oldest imperial physician sighed and said to Mo Li and others.

They stepped out of the hall gate and happened to see an imperial physician being dragged out by several tall eunuchs, like wolves and tigers.

"Give me your life, please spare me your life--"

The imperial physician was halfway through shouting, and he was blocked and threw it into the side hall like a sack.

The imperial physician cried out in pain and fell to the ground for a long time but couldn't get up.

The doctor Hu from Mingshantang beside Mo Li looked at it and shook it like a sieve.

The Master Mingbian was quite calm, but his monk's robe was trembling.

Mo Li didn't know how to pretend to be afraid at this time and how much it was appropriate to pretend, so she simply stopped pretending. This made the elderly man who was suspected of the imperial physician order look back at him in surprise. He probably felt pity for their experience. He couldn't help but whisper: "The concubine whom the king favored repeatedly has strange diseases. This is the fifth. The king is furious, please be careful."

Mo Li shook slightly and immediately thought of A Furong.

But A Furong's initial attack after becoming addicted was not that exaggerated. At this moment, there were five people in a row. How many A Furong should I use?

The people of Xiliang do not have so much inventory.

Mo Li stepped into the hall gate with doubts.

Bypassing the two large screens, Mo Li deliberately landed on the back. When everyone bowed their heads and knelt down and saluted, they pretended to be unable to squat and sat on the ground. Anyway, they were covered with a robe. As long as they leaned forward, they couldn't see clearly whether they were kneeling or sitting far away.

King Ning was still far away from here, and he didn't have the heart to look here carefully, and waved his arms and was furious: "Are all the ones I raised alone? I asked someone to harm the concubines in this palace without restraint? You can't even find out the reason?! Two years ago... Two years ago... Meiren He died inexplicably. Last month, who was the one who died by the way?"

"It's Concubine Liu, and the one who died two years ago was Meiren Du, and Meiren He died last year." The eunuch beside King Ning whispered.

He spoke very quietly, but Mo Li could hear it clearly.

Looking at King Ning who could not even remember the name of his concubine, Mo Li was speechless.

Since it can be traced back to the previous year, it seems that it is not because of A Furong.

Mo Li rubbed her forehead. He remembered that Manager Bao and Meng Qi said that King Ning was lustful and incompetent and gave birth to many sons.

——Will there be no palace conflict involved?

Not to mention that King Ning’s backyard cannot be fought. As long as there are people, even temples with all monks may be fought for the position of presidency.

But the imperial physicians on King Ning’s side are not just a good meal, so how could they not find out the reason?

Is it a rare poison?

While Mo Li was pondering, King Ning had already stepped over there.

King Ning is eight feet tall and has a black face and a black beard. He looks like a powerful general on the battlefield. He can be very frightening when he goes out.

However, his eyes were dark, his eyes were turbid, his steps were empty, and his face was full of wine and color.

If King Ning continues to indulge in pleasure, his health will collapse within three years and he will not be able to get sick.

Mo Li didn't believe that these imperial physicians in the palace couldn't see it.

Do you not say it or dare not say it?

Mo Li thought about it, and only heard King Ning say fiercely: "Is this the doctor invited from outside?"

King Ning looked at the "old and powerless" Mo Li with disgust, and shook like Dr. Hu, who was epilepsy, and snorted dissatisfied.

"It looks like a waste!"

The Imperial Doctor did not dare to raise his head and said carefully: "Your Majesty, these are all famous doctors in the city... who are good at treating strokes."

Stroke?

The Master Mingbian frowned at the same time.

"The lonely beloved concubine was not a stroke, but a gangster!" King Ning was furious and kicked the case over. "Otherwise, how could he have a stroke if he favored anyone, who would have a stroke? That thief is so brave. Will he be the one who will cause trouble next time?"

The Imperial Physician ordered his head quickly and said dryly: "... Several noble people fell suddenly when they were sick, with a splitting headache, twitching limbs, and vomiting. Even if they were treated in time, they would have crooked mouths and noses, drooling outwards, and qi and blood were chaotic, and they were incurred on the brain. The pulse and symptoms were both similar to stroke. The Imperial Physician Department had a eased effect according to the treatment of stroke, indicating that no matter what the cause is, the disease or stroke. There are other external causes. There are more strokes seen by famous folk doctors, and they may know the cause."

When King Ning heard this, he looked at Mo Li and the other two again.

Master Mingbian is a monk and does not need to kneel down. He calmly clasped his hands and said, "My name is Mingbian, and I wish to share the worries of the king."

It’s not okay if you don’t want to, your life is in the hands of others.

King Ning's face looked a little better. Mo Li didn't know whether he really believed in Buddhism or fake Buddhism, but he really wanted to speak to monks.

"Please go inside to treat the doctor."

Mo Li lowered her head and followed the old monk in.

Doctor Hu was about to go in, but was stopped by the eunuch.

"Why did you call such a young doctor?" Ning Wang asked dissatisfiedly.

Doctor Hu is over 100 years old, but Ning Wang himself is at this age. Doctor Hu's face is pale. He was not ugly when he was young, so he was unhappy when he looked under the lamp.

"Your Majesty, the noble man is in critical condition, and there are old ministers and General Manager Wang beside him. Please rest assured," the Imperial Doctor Ling quickly explained.

Ning Wang frowned, and finally waved his hand to agree, but looked at Mo Li and the other two with murderous aura:

"If it is not cured, you will be buried with your orphan beloved concubine!"

The author has something to say: I have something to do this week and I am busy with otz. I will update it next time on qaq No. 10

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Being a doctor is too dangerous

The moli is pretending to be old all the way, and the gerbil is sharpening his claws all the way
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