The Emperor's hand trembled, almost tossing the memorial in his hand.
"Ahem," he coughed dryly twice, masking his embarrassment: "It's just a cold?"
Lin Yuanzheng affirmed: "It's indeed just a cold."
It wasn't that Lin Yuanzheng was boasting, but among the present imperial physicians, although none could claim to bring the dead back to life, they all had their skills; otherwise, they couldn't have held stable positions in the Imperial Hospital. After all, treating the imperial family was no trifling matter! Therefore, he was confident that none of them could have misdiagnosed; Prince Ling indeed just caught a cold, at most a severe chill, how could that relate to poisoning?
Since when could a cold be considered poisoning?
The Emperor's face darkened. After all this, he had summoned so many imperial physicians for a diagnosis, only to find that it was merely a cold?
Was this not a joke?
