Zhao Yuanjing said: "I have only coughed two or three times, and I haven't coughed for more than a month, so I forgot."

"You don't have to forget this kind of thing." Mingmin walked aside, picked up the pen to write the prescription, stood up after writing, and said, "Actually, I know, you don't want the queen to know about coughing up blood, but you don't have to worry."

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at her: "Does coughing up blood mean that my condition is gradually becoming more serious?"

"Theory, that's true. So I need to know all the symptoms and treat them symptomatically." Mingmin said, "Treatment is my business. You just need to take good medicine and rest."

"I want to know, can you really guarantee that I will live another ten years?"

“I have always done what I say.”

"It's hard for me to believe it."

After all, he was so serious that he started coughing up blood.

In the eyes of ordinary doctors, I am afraid I can only live for a few months.

Mingmin said: "It is normal for the emperor to believe it. But don't compare me with those ordinary doctors. I have my own means. But... there is something that the emperor needs to know. I can guarantee that you will last for ten years of your life. But you cannot guarantee that you can always maintain a good condition."

Zhao Yuanjing thought: "You mean, I might be sick and only breath left?"

"From illness to death, it is a slow process. Maybe in a few years, you will become very weak... but no matter what, I will do my best." Mingmin said frankly, "I am not an imperial physician and I will not say things to comfort the emperor. But I am responsible for what I say. You can absolutely trust me."

Zhao Yuanjing was silent.

He also expected this situation.

Maybe two or three years later, he could only lie in bed. At that time, what's the point of living a few more years?

Zhao Yuanjing waved his hand: "Thank you for your hard work, Liu Dequan, send the master back. By the way, please keep this matter confidential and don't tell the queen."

"Why, she will know sooner or later."

"I don't want her to be sad and cry."

"I understand." Mingmin nodded and left with the medicine box.

Looking at Mingmin's back, Zhao Yuanjing was in a bit heavy and a little weird.

Speaking of which, this master is his mother-in-law...

But when we get along, Zhao Yuanjing felt that it was no different from facing Ouyang and other imperial doctors.

Mingmin left Taihe Gate and returned to the Marquis' Mansion in a carriage, but was stopped.

"Master!" Leng Rushuang shouted.

Mingmin frowned and didn't want to pay attention to it, but it was hard to pull it on the street, so he picked up a corner of the car curtain and said, "Shuang'er, what's the matter?"

Leng Rushuang said: "Master has been back for so long and has been busy. Shuang'er has no chance to respect you..."

"No need." Mingmin was cold, "When I sent you back, I said that the fate of you and my master and apprentice has ended here. Do you still understand what it means?"

Leng Rushuang's smile faded: "Why did Master treat me like this? My talent is much stronger than Yao Shuibi. Master would rather ask her to serve her than ask me?"

Mingmin was a little impatient: "It's because you're too smart."

Because Yao Shui Biben could not find his identity, she was staying with her.

Not that it is better for her.

But Leng Rushuang couldn't understand, she just felt sad: "That's right, the master doesn't even recognize her own child, so how could he recognize me as an outsider?"

Mingmin said: "I am a person who is a cold person by nature, so you don't have to do this. You and I will always be destined to be together."
Chapter completed!