He slowly stood up, looking around. Above him were intricately carved beams and painted pillars, beneath his feet lay a floor of golden bricks. Behind a screen depicting five-clawed golden dragons was a long writing desk. On either side of the desk were two crane-shaped palace lamps, their flickering light casting swirling smoke. The cold air of late autumn, scented with sandalwood, blew across his nose.,As soon as the imperial physician finished, Empress Dowager Li eagerly stepped forward and asked, "Imperial Physician Chen, how is my son",He was just a physician. The imperial hospital's concoctions couldn't even guarantee the emperor's health.。