Come back
A lot of doctors came to Tai Hospital soon. Many of them were people who had frequently diagnosed and treated Liang Ying before, and they knew her situation relatively well, so even if Liang Ying did not cooperate, , they also have some clues.
After a difficult medical consultation, everyone went to the outside room. Wei Yan covered Liang Ying's quilt before following her out.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty is suffering from a heart problem."
The Emperor seemed not surprised by their answers and had no other reaction except silence. After a while, I heard the question coming from above.
"How to cure it?"
"This..." Everyone looked at each other with their heads down, and then they bravely answered, "Heart disease is easy to say, but difficult to say. The most important thing is to find the root of the knot."
In fact, this is all This is the answer that Wei Yan can think of. How to let her come out is the best answer that someone has ever given.
But he still asked that question with the last glimmer of hope, as if he expected to bypass the "root cause" and make her get better.
Finally, after a long time, the imperial doctors saw the emperor waving to them as if he had lost all his strength.
"Go down."
Everyone hurriedly bowed their heads and said goodbye before leaving one by one.
When Wei Yan returned to the inner room again, the person on the bed was still in the same posture. The figure with its back turned to him had resistance written on every inch. She shrank herself in her turtle shell and refused to stick her head out no matter how much outsiders poked or coaxed her.
Wei Yan is not impatient, and he doesn't mind spending a lifetime making Liang Ying slowly accept him.
If it was... the year before she left the palace.
If only it had been then. Instead of being like now, she has already determined the person in her heart, and will not give anyone else a chance except that person.
The man's heart was torn by regret again, and every breath he took was painful.
He always thought that if he was given a chance, he could do better than Zhou Huailin. But what can he do better than Zhou Huailin?
Wei Yan lay weakly next to Liang Ying.
"Liang Ying."
He called softly, but the person with his back turned didn't give him any response.
Wei Yan put his forehead on her back and closed his eyes.
Step by step, they have come to where they are today.
They are obviously so close, yet so far away.
In
the next few days, Du Linzhi and Wen Qi both came.
Lin Zhi told Liang Ying at the bedside that she had rushed to Junzhou to see Zhou Huailin. It was indeed as Wei Yan said that he fell ill because of overthinking and overwork. Now he is fine.
The person on the bed seemed to move only when they heard Zhou Huailin's name, but that was all, and there was no other reaction.
Seeing her like this, Lin Zhi couldn't help but wipe her wet eyes.
Not only her, Wen Qi almost lived here, but Liang Ying never paid attention to it.
"If something really happened to my mother," the young man looked at the decadent man with red eyes. It was the first time he had such strong hatred for his father, "I will never recognize you again in the future. Father."
