At this time, Zhu Yijun held his head and looked at Feng Bao, who was extremely subservient. His eyes narrowed slightly. This was a sycophant who was arrogant in front and submissive behind.,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.,"My son!" Empress Dowager Li, upon hearing this, became even more heartbroken. Tears streamed down her face as she tightly embraced Zhu Yijun, her tears falling onto the young emperor's body.。