Chapter 4: An Audience with the Emperor! You Call This a Terminal Illness?
Outside the Palace of Kunning.
Zhu Gaochi and Dai Sigong hurriedly arrived.
They were about to enter when the armored guards at the gate stopped them.
“By the Emperor’s order, no one may enter without permission!”
Dai Sigong immediately explained, “Please convey this to His Majesty: I am Dai Sigong of the Imperial Medical Bureau, and I have devised a treatment plan…”
Before he could finish speaking, an elderly imperial physician with graying hair emerged from inside. Upon seeing Dai Sigong, his face immediately darkened.
“Physician Dai, weren’t you assigned to guard the Imperial Medical Bureau?”
“You’re so young yet only seek personal gain. It’s a pity you trained under such a prestigious lineage!”
Hearing this, Zhu Gaochi’s displeasure flared. He hurled a stone at the old man, startling him into dodging hastily.
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Bastard!” The old man barked with a fierce yet fragile voice, “Who are you to dare strike someone within the palace grounds?”
Zhu Gaochi sneered, “I go by my own name and title: I am Zhu Gaochi, the legitimate eldest son of the Prince of Yan!”
The old physician was momentarily stunned but still put on a haughty, elder’s demeanor.
“Even if you are a royal family member, what of it? The Empress Dowager is gravely ill, and you dare break into the Kunning Palace without permission? That is a capital offense…”
Zhu Gaochi grew impatient, signaling Dai Sigong to lift him up. Dai Sigong didn’t understand but complied obediently.
Once they were at eye level, Zhu Gaochi slapped the old man, knocking him to the ground.
This sudden act left everyone dumbfounded.
Dai Sigong held the boy, unsure whether to put him down or not, completely stunned.
“Did that brat really dare to strike someone?”
The other guards looked equally bewildered at the boy’s surprising strength.
“Old bastard, I've tolerated you for too long!”
“Never mind what you are—if you delay treating my grandmother, I will have your entire family executed, your clan wiped out! Do you believe me?”
The old physician, Song, clenched his words but swallowed them back.
He had served at court for many years and knew the Emperor was capable of such ruthlessness. Those folk doctors previously attending to the Empress Dowager had all been beheaded.
So the old man dared not continue his outburst, retreating with a resentful glare.
He was curious to see how young Dai Sigong planned to treat the Empress Dowager’s horse-riding abscess.
Indeed, several physicians had suspected the Empress Dowager’s illness, but all dared not speak due to her status as the nation’s mother.
This was a disease of the lower body—how could it be cured?
Ah, Dai Sigong, so eager for glory—old man will let you pursue it!
When disaster befalls, you will realize that being a palace physician is no easy task!
Meanwhile, inside the Kunning Palace.
The Elder Zhu was furious.
“Unbelievable!”
“Dozens of imperial physicians, yet none can diagnose the girl’s illness?”
“What good are you useless lot? Are you here just to eat rice?”
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