The evil king protects the short

Chapter 87

Before the ceremony could be done, Zong Zehong yelled, "No ceremony, hurry up!"

The emperor's voice came from the dragon couch.

The voice is magnetic and low, and the momentum is as intimidating as ever. How can it look like a sick person?
The imperial physicians lowered their heads, and trotted quickly to the front of the dragon couch in the inner room of the bedroom, and looked up slightly, it turned out that it was not the emperor, but a pet in the emperor's arms.

The imperial doctors understood, but they were a little depressed.

The first time I saw this little white fox, it was dying, it was shot by an arrow and was dying.

This second time, it was sadly abused by the queen mother, and its claws were bloody and urgently needed treatment.

This is the third time... What's wrong with it?
Seeing the little white fox wrapped tightly in the emperor's arms wrapped in a brocade quilt, the imperial physicians hesitated for a while and did not step forward.

Zong Zehong raised his eyebrows and looked at all the imperial physicians in front of him who were hesitant to move forward, and suddenly his face darkened.

"Why are you still standing there?" A bunch of wood!Calling them here is not to be in a daze, but to see a doctor!
When the emperor drank, the imperial physicians were startled and nodded repeatedly. "Obey! I'll see a doctor right now."

This little white fox is now a popular person around the emperor, and the imperial doctors looked at each other in private, and they didn't dare to neglect, but there was a problem.

The previous ones were all flesh wounds, and flesh wounds are easy to heal, no matter people or animals, this is easy to heal, but what about this time?Dr. Li stepped forward and looked at the drowsy little white fox in his upper arms. He couldn't diagnose the pulse and make a diagnosis, so he couldn't prescribe the right medicine!
Zong Zehong saw that Li Taiyi didn't do anything for a long time, immediately frowned and lowered his voice, reprimanded: "What are you still doing?"

Ling'er's illness is a serious matter, he is impatient, so his mood is not much better, and his complexion is even worse.

"Er...the emperor, don't worry, first hand over the little white fox to the minister."

Doctor Li did not dare to look directly at Zong Zehong, and pretended to be calm.

Ni Ling vaguely felt Zong Zehong's extremely warm embrace, closed her eyes and meditated, she knew that the imperial doctor was coming, but when she left Zong Zehong's embrace, she resisted obediently at all.

She doesn't want to be hugged by an old lady!

Tsundere opened her eyes, Ni Ling stared at Zong Zehong with her pitiful purple eyes, she didn't want to leave his warm chest...

The imperial physician gently placed the little magic fox on the dragon couch, and lifted the quilt that wrapped it. The next second, the little magic fox crawled back into Zong Zehong's arms with great displeasure, and suddenly stretched out its little claws. He grabbed Zong Zehong's skirt and did not let go of his claws.

"Your Majesty, this..." Li Taiyi was dumbfounded, and pointed at the little white fox in Zong Zehong's arms with a troubled expression.

What can I do?This little guy doesn't cooperate at all.

Zong Zehong stared down at Ling'er who refused to let go in his arms. The imperial doctor couldn't treat it with its appearance. He could see that it didn't want to leave him, but he was still cruel.

"Ling'er, let go!"

The watery purple eyes were pitiful, the little Huanhu shook his head, no.

"Be obedient!" Zong Zehong had no choice but to tear away its little claws, and handed the resisting little phantom fox to the imperial physician, while he himself stood up and watched from the side.

Unknowingly, he vaguely felt that this little thing began to rely on him more and more.

This is a good sign, but now, seeing a doctor is the most important thing.

Unable to diagnose the pulse and unable to speak, Imperial Physician Li found it difficult, but the emperor watched from the side, he didn't dare not to look, so he had to bite the bullet.

"Shortness of breath... rapid heart rate... body heat..."
Although he was putting on the bullet, Imperial Physician Li also checked extremely seriously. Several imperial physicians at the side listened to Imperial Physician Li's diagnosis, discussed with each other, and suddenly turned to look at Zong Zehong. . .

(End of this chapter)