With Buhui's diagnosis spoken, everyone's expressions changed several times; Imperial Physician Lu stared at him in fright, thinking, are monks nowadays all so reckless with their own lives? To speak so bluntly like this, is he not afraid of taboos?
Or is this what a true doctor is—telling the plain truth?
Song Ci, however, thought, worthy of you, an iron straight-man Monk, honest to the bone wherever you go.
Emperor Chu's face had gone dark; his gaze, which had been on Buhui, shifted to Imperial Physician Lu's face. Tuberculosis?
Imperial Physician Lu felt somewhat guilty; he had suspected as much himself, only he hadn't dared to say it outright, especially without being completely certain. Who would have thought this blockheaded Monk would blurt it out in one go.
Empress Dowager Wang was also stunned for a moment, then a wave of panic rose in her. No wonder she kept coughing, as if she couldn't catch her breath, and there was blood in her phlegm.
