Zhu Qiyu set aside his memorial requesting resignation and sincerely urged him to stay.
To speak from the heart, Chen Xun let out a sigh of relief, his eyes even growing a little hot. Though he truly wanted to resign to save his life, he had served the Ming Dynasty and the Emperor for decades. If he had not been urged to stay, he would have been deeply hurt as well.
Having been retained once, Chen Xun's second request for resignation was much more sincere. At least he had been asked to stay once; both his heart and his dignity could accept it.
Who would have thought that Zhu Qiyu would retain him a third time? He even kept Chen Xun behind, took his hand, and asked whether he had done something wrong. Otherwise, why would his beloved minister wish to resign?
Only then did Chen Xun realize that the Emperor truly did not want him to resign. He hurriedly explained, "This subject's health is far worse than before. Though I wish to repay Your Majesty, I..."
The moment Zhu Qiyu heard this, he immediately summoned an imperial physician to examine Chen Xun.
The imperial physician prescribed Chen Xun a long formula, saying that though Chen Xun was ill, it could still be treated.
Chen Xun wore a face full of suspicion as he took the prescription back to seek out a good friend.
His good friend, an imperial physician, looked over the prescription and hesitated to speak. Only after Chen Xun pressed him again and again did he say, "This prescription is as fierce as tigers and wolves. It can solve the immediate crisis, but only the immediate crisis."
Chen Xun understood in an instant. The Imperial Medical Academy had seen that the Emperor intended to use him, so