This sentence plunged all the Medical Officers into silence.
Elsewhere, in the Study Room of the Silver Fox, Fei Shi was reporting the condition of Prince Yi to him.
"The doctors have said that Prince Yi has contracted Lung Disease, but they dare not conclusively determine which specific Lung Disease it is at the moment," Fei Shi relayed truthfully.
"Lung Disease... it couldn’t be..." the Silver Fox murmured, shaking his head, "No, impossible, my uncle hasn’t been in contact with any Epidemic patients. Cough, cough!"
While he was speaking, he himself suddenly began to cough violently.
"My Lord! Are you alright?" Fei Shi stepped forward and poured a cup of hot tea, offering it to the Silver Fox with both hands.
The Silver Fox took the hot tea and gently sipped it. Instead of getting better, his coughing intensified.
"Cough, cough! Cough, cough!" He set the teacup on the table and furrowed his brows, "Bring some cold tea!"
"Yes!" Fei Shi poured him a cup of tea that had cooled down.
The Silver Fox took a sip and seemed to suppress the cough a bit, but soon after, he started to cough violently again.
"My Lord!" Fei Shi looked at him with concern.
The Silver Fox gestured dismissively and said softly, "It’s nothing, just a slight chill."
The Silver Fox was an unparalleled master; a trivial illness like a chill hardly troubled him, and he rarely took it to heart.
"I’ll be fine in a few days. Keep a close eye on my uncle’s situation, we absolutely cannot afford any mishaps."
Prince Yi was the most legitimate bloodline of the former royal family, the direct descendant of the last Emperor Shizong; he could not have any mishaps.
Fei Shi spoke earnestly, "My Lord, you must also take good care of yourself. If anything serious were to happen to Prince Yi, you would become the sole heir to the royal family."
"I also have sons," he said, but halfway through his sentence, the Silver Fox paused, "Understood, you may leave."
After Fei Shi left, the Silver Fox sat alone in the Study Room for a long time. It wasn’t until late into the night, when it was time to rest, that he stood up and left the Study Room.
He arrived at the door of a chamber.
"That’s what the Medical Officers are saying! They have also asked me to inquire of my Lord whether we should isolate His Highness Prince Yi?"
"But my uncle..." the Silver Fox stood up agitatedly, but then he felt a tickle in his throat and grabbed a handkerchief to cover his mouth as he began to cough violently.
After the coughing fit, he removed the handkerchief, only to see a fresh stain of blood on it.
"My Lord!" Fei Shi saw it too, and his expression changed drastically! He quickly strode toward the Silver Fox!
"Stay back!" The Silver Fox raised his hand to block him, his gaze shifting, his expression complex, "Leave now and no one is to enter this Study Room ever again."
Fei Shi: "But..."
The Silver Fox: "Out!"
Fei Shi clenched his fists tightly, "...Yes!"
Fei Shi gritted his teeth and walked out of the Study Room.
However, as soon as he stepped out, he too suddenly doubled over and coughed up a mouthful of blood!
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