“How is he?” Mochuan looked at him and asked hoarsely.
Imperial Physician Zhang sighed and finally said it.
“He gave up in despair. He…… simply doesn’t want to live anymore.”
His words were like a thunderbolt that blew everyone silly in the room.
Chen Ning’s body shook again. She leaned back into Mochuan’s arms and closed her eyes. Two streams of tears fell down.
Mochuan seemed to be clutched by something. It was so painful that he couldn’t breathe.
“Imperial Physician Zhang, didn’t you say that Jingan Wang has lost consciousness? Then why are you saying that he doesn’t want to live?” He was confused.
“Yes. That is because he has closed off his senses. He doesn’t want to hear anything or feel anything. He put himself into a shell and doesn’t want to e out. He is…… bent on death. Even if this old man is more skilled, it is difficult to save a person who wants to die.
“Not to mention, he subconsciously does not want to take medicine. He spits out and throws up everything. This old man can only temporarily use acupuncture to maintain his life. But if things keep going on like this, he won’t last another few days.”
Imperial Physician Zhang shook his head. He said, full of confusion, “This old man does not understand. Jingan Wang is in the prime of his life. Why would he want to die? This old man can cure illnesses, but not heart diseases. For Jingan Wang to get better, the knot in his heart must be untied first. However, he doesn’t want to listen to anyone nor is he able to. This is a real incurable disease!”
Imperial Physician Zhang knelt down to Mochuan.
“Please forgive me, Emperor. This old man has really tried his best. Whether or not Jingan Wang can live, this old official can only say that it’s ‘Up to him and the Heavens’ will.’”
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