"Master Physician, my chest hurts so much."
The imperial doctor Nangong Rang took his pulse with a look of helplessness: "High Priest, you just have too much false fire."
The high priest Qing Yu was breathing heavily behind the tent, his skin was reddish and his clothes were disheveled: "Does the imperial doctor have any good ideas?"
Nangong Rang smiled evilly: "Purge the fire."