diskusbooks Chapter 433 King Zhou is paralyzed
Chapter 433 King Zhou is paralyzed
King Zhou also discovered that something was wrong with him at this time.
He was filled with anger and fear, which caused his arms to tremble even more violently.
"You...you..." He spoke with difficulty, and at the same time rolled his eyes, looking at other people in the room, trying to find someone he could trust.
But he was lying on the bed and his vision was very narrow, so it was not easy for him to see every corner of the room clearly.
King Zhou instinctively wanted to turn his head to look, but found that his body was very stiff. He was like someone had cast a spell to freeze him, turning him into a wooden sculpture, and his body was completely out of his control.
This discovery made King Zhou even more angry and frightened.
He opened his mouth excitedly: "Ben...Ben..."
He wanted to say "What's wrong with this king?", but found that it was now extremely difficult for him to speak, as if even his tongue was out of control and he couldn't utter the syllables he wanted.
Feng Xinyi took the opportunity to walk over, grabbed King Zhou's wrist and took his pulse.
The others saw this scene, but no one tried to stop it.
King Zhou's sudden awakening had already filled everyone in the palace with fear, and the good doctors wanted to hide themselves and did not want to take on this hot potato at all.
Now that someone is willing to come forward to check on King Zhou's condition, they are naturally more than happy to do so.
King Zhou was grabbed by the wrist by Feng Xinyi, and he instinctively wanted to resist.
It’s just that it’s difficult for him to control his body now, and his reactions are inevitably slow.
Seeing that the other party was just taking his pulse, he stopped struggling and wanted to hear if the other party could tell anything.
Everyone looked at Feng Xinyi nervously, waiting for her diagnosis.
Feng Xinyi felt the prince's pulse for a while, then finally let go of King Zhou's hand. Then she turned to ask the others, "Where is King Zhou injured?"
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and finally Yang Jing took the initiative to step forward, pull away the thin blanket covering King Zhou, revealing his wounds that had been re-bandaged.
This time, the bandage was not stained with a large amount of blood, only a small bloodstain. Obviously, shortly after the bandage was bandaged again, the bleeding of King Zhou's wound was successfully stopped.
The wound was only covered by a bandage, so the condition of the wound could not be seen at all.
Feng Xinyi asked Yang Jing, "Can you open it and take a look? After I take a look, you can have someone rebandage it."
She did not intend to do it herself, in case something unexpected happened to King Zhou again and she was blamed.
Yang Jing glanced at Luo Zheng indifferently, knowing that Luo Zheng would never give up until he had seen King Zhou's wound with his own eyes. So he nodded and asked a good doctor to come forward and carefully remove King Zhou's bandages.
The good doctor was very afraid of King Zhou, but he didn't dare to disobey orders openly. He could only walk over carefully, take a quick look at King Zhou, and then gently remove the gauze.
King Zhou's face looked extremely ugly at this time, and with his crooked eyes and slanted mouth, he looked even more hideous.
The good doctor didn't dare to look at the patient any longer, for fear of being hated by the King of Zhou.
After quickly removing the gauze, he immediately stepped aside to make room, while also avoiding King Zhou's murderous gaze.
King Zhou's wound was treated with medicine, but it did not hinder Luo Zheng and Feng Xinyi's observation.
Looking at the small cut that was only the size of a fingernail, Luo Zheng and Feng Xinyi couldn't help but be speechless.
Although Luo Zheng also used a self-torture trick this time, his wound was much larger than King Zhou's, and it was near his heart, which was shocking just to look at.
Unlike King Zhou's wound, which is so small and shallow, it's almost ridiculously fake!
However, the two of them felt disgusted but did not show it on their faces. They just secretly complained in their hearts.
What made the two of them feel even more ironic was that although the King of Zhou's wound was small and shallow, it was not sutured, so that the skin and flesh at the wound were slightly turned outward, allowing people to vaguely see the yellow fat inside.
Seeing that both of them were staring at King Zhou's wound, Yang Jing quickly explained, "My father has some martial arts skills and is a cautious person, so when he was assassinated last night, he was able to dodge most of the assassin's attacks in time and only suffered minor injuries.
At that time, the good doctor carefully examined the knife and thought that there was no poison. But after my father woke up today, the wound was much deeper and a lot of blood was flowing.
The palace's good doctor then suspected that the knife was laced with some strange poison. This poison was colorless and odorless, yet it caused my father's wound to bleed profusely and even caused him to suffer a stroke. It was truly extremely vicious!
"I see." Luo Zheng showed a look of sudden enlightenment, but in his heart he was once again complaining: This minor injury is actually the result of a deeper wound. How shallow must the initial wound be? This King Zhou is really afraid of death.
It just so happened that such a person who was so afraid of death had now suffered a stroke.
Is this what retribution means?
Luo Zheng looked at King Zhou's ugly face and suddenly felt better.
He immediately said, "Quickly bandage the prince's wound. It can't be left exposed like this."
After saying this, he asked Feng Xinyi, "You just took the prince's pulse. Did you find anything? Is there any hope for the prince's recovery?"
Feng Xinyi wasn't sure whether King Zhou was poisoned, but if it was just a stroke, she had a way to treat it.
Unfortunately, the other party was her enemy. She only wished that he would die miserably. How could she possibly offer treatment?
She then shook her head in shame and said, "The prince has suffered a stroke and is paralyzed. I am not well-trained and I am really unable to help you."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel relieved.
No one suspected that Feng Xinyi was lying.
Feng Xinyi was now disguised as a young man with a shaved face and no beard. He looked to be in his twenties.
Is it any wonder that such a young doctor cannot treat stroke?
It would be unbelievable if he dared to say that he could cure King Zhou.
"Then we can only trouble the good doctors in the palace and the doctors in the city."
When Luo Zheng said this, he seemed to lose all his energy, and his originally upright body suddenly hunched over.
He looked at the palace's doctors and specifically instructed them, "The prince is of noble status. You must all work together to find a way to cure him."
The good doctors did not dare to refuse, let alone agree directly, and could only vaguely say that they would do their best.
At this time, Song Xingzhou supported Luo Zheng, while Feng Xinyi said worriedly, "Eunuch Luo was attacked last night and his heart meridian was injured. He should not overwork and must rest in bed!
Since you have already visited the prince's condition, you should return home to recuperate. After all, you are an imperial envoy. If your injuries worsen and something unexpected happens, I am afraid that many people here will not be able to explain to His Majesty.
Naturally, she said this to everyone present in the palace.
When everyone in the palace heard her say this, they couldn't help but look at Luo Zheng's face.
Seeing that he was pale and couldn't even stand steadily and had to rely on others for support, I couldn't help but secretly suspect that he was seriously injured last night.
Everyone suddenly became worried, fearing that he would suddenly die in the Zhou Palace, and they would not be able to explain to Emperor Taihe at that time. So several of the Zhou King's sons persuaded Luo Zheng to go back and recuperate.
Luo Zheng had no choice but to agree.
Yang Jing personally escorted him out of Prince Zhou's mansion, and he even took the initiative to help Luo Zheng when he got on the carriage.
Then the two exchanged a look without saying a word.
After the carriage left, he stood at the gate of the palace, looked in the direction the carriage left, and curled his lips slightly.