In order to prepare for this earthquake, almost the entire Imperial Hospital ordered to stand by in the palace, so when Song Zhiyuan arrived at Cining Palace, several Imperial Doctors had already arrived and were gathering in front of the couch to hold their meridians.

Song Zhiyuan quickly stepped into the tent and saw Song Ci lying on the couch with a pale face, as if she was not alive. Her legs became soft and she knelt on the ground.

It was clearly them who saved so many people and avoided greater harm, but who could tell him why his mother suffered such sin?

Is this the punishment for revealing the secrets of heaven?

Song Zhiyuan's heart was swelling and painful, his throat was sore and fishy, ​​and bleeding was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

It hurts heart-wrenchingly, I wish I could not bear to serve my children.

"Prince." Mrs. Song came over with red and swollen eyes. Seeing the blood on the corner of his mouth, she couldn't help but scream and called the imperial physician.

Song Zhiyuan pushed her hand away.

When Emperor Chu walked in, he saw Song Zhiyuan kneeling on the ground with a loss of soul. He took a breath, pressed his hand on his shoulder, and walked up to the couch.

"What's going on with Mrs. Song now?"

Medical Master Cheng had already withdrawn his hand to support his pulse and said tremblingly: "Your Madam Song's pulse is slow, shallow and weak, mainly in the back of the head, with blood seeping. The square plaque was smashed from a high altitude, and it was urgent and severe. Madam Tai was old and weak, and his five abdomen and six internal organs may have internal injuries and blood accumulation..."

Every time he said something, Emperor Chu's face became heavier, not to mention Song Zhiyuan, who was kneeling behind him, was completely empty.

At such an old age, even if you are able to recover from such a great impact, you don’t know how long it takes to keep it well, let alone Song Ci’s body is weak.

Emperor Chu said in a deep voice: "No matter what method you use, I will save Mrs. Song back for me. There will be no damage at all, otherwise I will want your head."

The imperial physicians knelt down and expressed their efforts, but their hearts were in pain.

Originally, Mrs. Song had a high status and was Song Xiang's mother. Emperor Chu would always respect her. Now she suffered this disaster because she saved the Empress Dowager. Not to mention Empress Dowager Wang, even Emperor Chu would have to look at this merit, and she must be safe and sound.

But Mrs. Song is at her age and in poor health. Can this disaster be passed?

Emperor Chu said this and came to Empress Dowager Wang and comforted him: "Mother, please rest in the tent next door."

"If Ai's family doesn't leave, Ai's family must see Aci wake up. If it weren't for Ai's family, Aci wouldn't have been like this." Empress Dowager Wang cried and said, "If I had known that Ai's family would have been suffocated, I wouldn't have gone to the clean room if I had known."

Emperor Chu opened his mouth, and he already knew the reason for the incident, and it was all impossible to escape the word "Question".

"Mother, you are here, how can the Imperial Doctor be able to calm down and treat you? You, the god, are here, will it make it easier for them to be distracted? Let's wait next door."

After hearing this, Empress Dowager Wang hesitated for a moment, then stood up obediently. Seeing Song Zhiyuan still kneeling stupidly, her eyes turned red and said, "Yunzhi, you must cheer up. A Ci will definitely be blessed and will get better. In fact, it is all the blame for the Ai family, because the Ai family harmed her."

Song Zhiyuan brushed the corner of his eyes, bowed to Empress Dowager Wang, and said, "Empress Dowager, don't blame yourself. The so-called blessing is not a disaster, but a disaster cannot be avoided. All this is God's will. If she regards you as a close relative, she must have no regrets and good fortune. Fortunately, she has suffered it for you, she..."
Chapter completed!