The imperial physician hesitated for a moment, then finally remained silent. The pulse was indeed steady, and Your Majesty's body was healthy. As for the wound on Your Majesty's forehead, if it is checked later, it will heal soon.,He was just a physician. The imperial hospital's concoctions couldn't even guarantee the emperor's health.,The atmosphere had reached its peak. Emperor Zhu Yi, with great effort, squeezed out a few tears and comforted her: "My son is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. My son is not afraid, nor does he need his mother to fight desperately. When my son grows up, I will fight them myself. Mother, please don't cry. If you cry again, your son will cry too."。