The sudden storm and storm suddenly disrupted the pace of the return journey.

After the heavy rain, the temperature dropped sharply, and the drastic drop in temperature made the original condition of Emperor Shin-Emperor who had improved slightly again.

That night, Emperor Qin Shi fell ill again, and this time the situation was even more dangerous. Not only was he a headache, but he also had symptoms of fever and vomiting. He fell into pain and coma for almost the whole night.

Faced with such complicated condition of Emperor First Emperor, even though the imperial physicians such as Zhou Jiong and Xu Fu tried their best, they still felt powerless to turn things around.

One day later, Emperor Qin Shi's condition became more and more serious, almost reaching the point where the medicine was not improved. Every imperial physician who was diagnosed shook his head and sighed silently. All the situations showed that Emperor Qin Shi was already in his spare time. Under the cover of this fear, everyone in the entire parade was as cold as falling into the abyss.

Chen Xu always saw the illness of Emperor Shin-chan and the emotions of everyone in the parade team from beginning to end.

In the cold tent of the tent, Chen Xu and a group of accompanying ministers surrounded the coma of the First Emperor.

Xu Fu, Zhou Jiong and other groups of imperial doctors stood beside each other with their heads down, and each faced with a sad look.

"Mr. Marquis, if Your Majesty can still wake up, you must remind him to make a will to enthrone the crown prince, otherwise it will be too late!" A white-haired old imperial doctor bowed to Chen Xu with his lips trembling.

This is a conscience and moral medical practitioner. Generally speaking, no one dares to say this under this situation.

Although Chen Xu nodded, he also felt that this hope was a little slim, because from the faces of Xu Fu, Zhou Jiong and other accompanying imperial physicians, it can be seen that the First Emperor was indeed terminally ill and the chance of waking up was not high.

As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain falling, and illness goes like a thread being drawn.

In fact, many diseases are not developed day by day, but have already had lesions in the body.

The First Emperor's health seemed to be good. He rarely got sick in Xianyang. He went to court every day and was diligent in politics. Even if it was a minor illness with headaches and fever, a large group of imperial doctors rushed over and brought various tonic medicines to the bedside to serve. However, it was this meticulous care that prevented the First Emperor's health from showing serious symptoms.

But it is precisely this meticulous care that some of the hidden diseases have been suppressed.

This year, the old age and the turbulent boats have been bumping for half a year, and the sudden alternation of cold and heat, fatigue, fatigue, fright, and the wind and cold that have not yet recovered, and various factors have been superimposed, the First Emperor's body has reached the verge of collapse, and in just two days it has reached a point where it is almost helpless.

“Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo…”

In the silent tent, there were slowly whimpering sounds.

Under this kind of infection, everyone in the entire tent soon burst into tears. A group of bearded princes and princes could not help but start to cry. Even Chen Xu couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes, and a feeling of sadness and sorrow in his heart could not be suppressed.

Looking back on the situation when I first met Emperor First in Wancheng ten years ago, when Emperor First Emperor was in his prime, his maiden clothing, his jade belt soared into the sky, his black beard and black hair were full of energy, his expression was calm and he was powerful without anger, and he was a little fat, which was almost exactly the same as the Emperor First Emperor he imagined.

However, ten years have passed, and the First Emperor, who is lying on the couch and sleeping, is messy with hair and beards as wet, with old face and deep eyes, and is full of sickness and breathlessness. He is no longer as calm and majestic as usual and cheerful laughter.

The First Emperor, who was dying, was no different from an ordinary old man who was about to die.

The whimpering and crying sounds of the big tent were heard. The Xuanwu Guard waiting outside the tent and the eunuchs waiting for the news all thought that the First Emperor was celebrating the sky. In an instant, the crying sounded loudly, and thousands of imperial guards also cried loudly, kneeling all over the ground.

"Mr. Marquis, you are a disciple of the Immortal Family. Why don't you save Your Majesty once..." A Hou Qing cried and grabbed Chen Xu's arm.

"Yes, Grand Master, you used immortal art to save Princess Qingning..."

"Mr. Marquis, I beg you, even if you only wake up Your Majesty for one hour, let Your Majesty leave a will and enthrone the crown prince. We can continue to serve the Qin Dynasty, otherwise the Qin Dynasty may cause trouble and the court will be unstable!"

"Mr. Marquis, I beg you, and you will use your immortal arts to save Your Majesty once!"

"Please save Your Majesty's life!"

In the big tent, many nobles, even imperial doctors and imperial doctors beg for as if they had caught a life-saving straw, and some even knelt on the ground regardless of their identity.

At this moment, no etiquette or inferiority is important. What is important is to allow the First Emperor to survive, open his eyes, and even say a few words.

"I would like to ask the Marquis to use his immortal skills to save His Majesty!" Even in the end, even Xu Fu couldn't help but choke up and spoke.

Chen Xu naturally knew what Xu Fu was referring to.

But is it very effective?

Chen Xu slowly wiped away his tears, his eyes swept across the entire tent, and in the midst of dozens of men's tearful eyes, he finally fell on the First Emperor.

"Your Majesty is like this. As a minister, I don't want to see it. But the so-called birth, old age, sickness and death are determined by heaven, and even gods cannot save the person who will die. Xu De Taiyi Immortal Lord dreams of giving three heavenly books to help Your Majesty govern the Qin Dynasty. However, it is also an ordinary person and has no choice but to resurrect the dead. There is no medicine for resurrecting the dead in the world. Even if you don't ask me, I want to save Your Majesty, but I'm not sure about life and death, and I'm not using ordinary medicine. Once the treatment fails, who will bear this crime?"

The whole tent was extremely quiet, and many sobbing doctors, including the Hou, stopped crying.

This is a difficult choice.

The First Emperor was still breathing, but he was in a deep coma. If some conservative treatment was used, there might be a miracle.

But this miracle may require God to open his eyes, and in the eyes of a group of imperial physicians, there is no such thing as a certain number.

"Doctor Zhou, how sure are you to treat Your Majesty?" asked a gray-haired official.

"It's true that Your Majesty has become ill after overwork and is terminally ill, so he is not sure about the subordinates." The same gray-bearded imperial physician Ling Zhou Jiong shook his head sadly.

"How sure is Doctor Xu?" The Shaofu official turned his head and looked at Xu Fu.

"Not even a minute!" Xu Fu shook his head silently.

"Although I am just a free official in the Young Mansion, I am also a royal family. I must consider the future of the Qin Dynasty. Your Majesty is so ill. If you cannot wake up, the news will be released, and the capital will inevitably be in chaos. Do you agree?"

"The Secretary of State said it is right. Your Majesty has not yet established a crown prince. Once the capital collapses, the capital will be in chaos!" A noble and Hou agreed.

"The matter is urgent now. Your Majesty's condition cannot be delayed. The more you delay, the less hope may be. I think we testify together and make a document to be treated by the Grand Master. If Your Majesty fails to treat it, this matter cannot be involved in the Grand Master. Are you willing?"

"The Secretary of State recommends that the old minister agree. Your Majesty's condition cannot be delayed for a long time. The old minister is willing to sign the document. If someone attacks the Grand Tutor for this matter in the future, the old minister will come forward to clarify!" An official from the Ministry of Rites stood up and bowed.

"We are willing to protect the Grand Master!"

Someone took the lead, and they were also respected people from the two royal family. A group of nobles and marquis bowed together, and even Xu Fu and other groups of imperial physicians were not left behind.

Chen Xu glanced at the glance, and saw the ugly and hesitant look of the imperial physician Ling Zhou Jiong, his eyes shrank and then nodded and said, "Okay, since you have trusted me and are willing to try it out for the future plan of the Qin Dynasty, but the treatment technique used by me is a secret method that is not passed on. Please leave the account and wait, so don't peep!"

"Don't worry, Grand Master, we will not dare to disturb you. Everyone will go out with me and ask Grand Master to use immortal techniques to treat him. Let's go!" Shangshu Ling waved his sleeves, and everyone in the tent lined up to leave.

"Please, Marquis!" Many people bowed to Chen Xu to the end before leaving, and spoke sincerely.

"Be careful!" Xu Fu was the second to last and bowed to Chen Xu to the ground.

"I hope the Marquis's Immortal Art will work!" The imperial physician who left finally bowed to Chen Xu.

Looking at Zhou Jiong's hunched back as he left the tent, Chen Xu frowned and his eyes became colder.

As the director of the Imperial Hospital and the chief imperial physician of the Qin Dynasty, Zhou Jiong was highly trusted by the First Emperor. However, it took more than half a month after the First Emperor fell ill this time, but Zhou Jiong had never diagnosed the signs of stroke.

Yesterday, when Chen Xu and a group of important officials inquired about the consultations between a group of imperial physicians, Xu Fu and several imperial physicians mentioned that His Majesty might have signs of stroke, but they were all refuted by Zhou Jiong, so there was some debate on medication, but in the end they were forced to give up due to Zhou Jiong's status.

If Emperor Shi really had a stroke, it would be impossible for Zhou Jiong to not be able to diagnose it. Moreover, when the Secretary of the State Resignation Zhao Yi begged Chen Xu to take the treatment, Zhou Jiong's expression was obviously unnatural, which shows that this old guy had a ghost in his heart.

The current collapse of Emperor First Emperor is the best ending for Hu Hai.

Because once the news of the First Emperor's funeral in the sky was sent back to Xianyang, they could immediately take out a false edict to announce that His Majesty had left a last edict, and had already named Hu Hai as the crown prince. He was not in Xianyang at the moment, and Feng Quji was seriously ill and unable to manage the government. Meng Yi was on the way back. Even if Meng Yi could rush back, he would be a little lonely when facing Zhao Hai and others.

Damn, this feels like a big trap with a thorough planning!

Chen Xu suddenly felt a little enlightened.

He has been plotting against Hu Hai and others, but Hu Hai and others seem to have been looking for opportunities to get themselves out of the capital and then they can start. The imperial physician Ling Zhou Jiong may be an extremely important piece of theirs.

Because Zhou Jiong, as the chief imperial physician, is easiest to get close to the First Emperor, and doctors can not only cure diseases, but also kill people, and even evidence is not easy to find when killing people.

For example, if you use your status to cover up the most serious stroke condition of Emperor Shi, and continue to delay the treatment of wind and cold. Can cerebral hemorrhage be delayed?

Chen Xu was a little careless about this matter, but he had no choice. After all, Zhou Jiong was the emperor's most trusted imperial physician, and all medicines must be approved by him, otherwise he would not be able to use any medicine.

But at present, no matter whether Zhou Jiong has any problems or not, he must first save the First Emperor.

If the First Emperor collapsed, he would have to face a life-and-death battle. Even if he killed Hu Hai's group and stabilized the Qin Dynasty, this incident would eventually cause turmoil and even division between the emperor and his ministers.

"Your Majesty, you'd better wake up, otherwise you'll feel uncomfortable, your group of sons will feel even more uncomfortable!"

Chen Xu muttered, reached out and took out an iron box from his close-fitting pocket, opened it, took out a syringe, took out a bottle of Five Poison Soul Water, uncovered the lid of the tin seal, inserted the needle into the soft cap of the cow tendon, slowly pulled the needle tube, and after all the medicine was drawn into the syringe, Chen Xu lifted the bedding, hesitated for a moment, and quickly inserted the needle between the waist and abdomen of the First Emperor, and pushed all the medicine in.
Chapter completed!