The girl in the coffin: Feng Jue Tianxia

Chapter 988 Heartache (8)

Why is his head hurting more and more, why his head feels like it's about to split when he thinks about that so-called princess.

It hurts so bad I can't even breathe.

"Yes!" The imperial physician quickly stood up from the ground, and trotted to Xuanyuanxuan's side with the medicine box, Xuanyuanxuan stretched out his hand for the imperial physician to feel his pulse.

The imperial doctor frowned, then his face was gloomy, he kept touching Xuanyuanxuan veins, and said in a low voice: "It's weird!"

"What's wrong with the imperial doctor?" Feng Ye hurriedly stepped forward and asked very anxiously.

"His Royal Highness's pulse is normal, and there is nothing wrong with his internal organs. I can't diagnose what's wrong with His Highness." The imperial physician continued to shake his head, his complexion becoming more serious.

"How is it possible?" Feng Ye yelled, "His Royal Highness has lost his memory, and you, the imperial physician, have not diagnosed it?"

Amnesia?

The imperial doctor was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly knelt on the ground, and said in a voice, "Forgive me for my poor medical skills, but I have not diagnosed His Royal Highness with amnesia."

"Impossible." A sharp light fell on the imperial physician, and Feng Ye said in words: "Give the diagnosis to His Royal Highness, if you make a wrong diagnosis, be careful that your head falls to the ground."

"Yes! Yes!" The imperial doctor's eyes showed a look of fear, and he hurriedly got up to give Xuanyuanxuan a diagnosis and treatment.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, and the imperial doctor's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, big and small, and he was trying his best to display his superb medical skills, but his eyes gradually dimmed, and his eyebrows frowned.

In the end, he slowly withdrew his hands, knelt on the ground with a thud, shaking like a sieve, and said in a low voice of fear: "Forgive me for my incompetence, I still can't diagnose the signs of memory loss in His Highness the Crown Prince."

"Trash——" Feng Ye angrily drew out his sword, and suddenly stabbed at the imperial physician who was kneeling on the ground. Suddenly, a strong wind came in his face, preventing him from assassinating the imperial physician.

His face suddenly changed drastically, and he wanted to stab the sword at the imperial doctor with all his strength. The imperial doctor looked at the sword that was stabbing at him head-on, and his whole body was frightened, but he still did not forget to beg for mercy.

But Maple Leaf's complexion did not change, but became more angry.

"Enough——" Xuanyuanxuan flicked his sleeves vigorously, and roared.

"Ding——————" The crisp sound of the sword falling to the ground resounded in the cabinet, and Feng Ye stood there stupidly, motionless, with his eyes downcast.

But the imperial doctor was so frightened that he was almost stunned, his eyes were full of despair, but when he heard the sound of the sword falling to the ground, he was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was still alive, and a gleam of joy flashed across his eyes. His complexion improved a little, not so pale, but the sweat on his forehead slowly dripped down his cheeks to the ground.

If it wasn't for the strong wind that blocked the sword of His Royal Highness' guard just now, he would have died long ago.

That scene just now was really shocking.

"When will you decide the Prince Fengye's mansion?" Xuanyuanxuan slowly stood up from the chair, his midnight-like eyes radiated a cold light, and said word by word: "This prince has not even said that he will Killing the imperial physician, why did you presume to kill the imperial physician? The crown prince tried to stop him, but you still used force to fight against the crown prince? Do you want to rebel?"

"This subordinate deserves death!" Such a voice made Feng Ye cold from head to toe, he shivered all over, then knelt on the ground and bowed his head.

"You really deserve to die!" Xuanyuanxuan glanced at Fengye with cold eyes, and his voice carried the innate arrogance of a king, "The crown prince didn't even intend to kill the imperial physician, but you did it first? What do you mean?" How should the crown prince deal with you?"

(End of this chapter)