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Chapter 187 Oh no! The King has had another attack! [1st update]

Shezhou, the Prince's Mansion.

"Your Majesty, I am but a physician..."

An Daoquan, looking miserable, had two maids in his arms, while another maid brought him a glass of wine.

With the wine already at his lips, An Daoquan had no choice but to take a sip before continuing to ask Fang Hou:

"How long will Your Majesty keep this humble servant imprisoned?"

A king who bore a resemblance to Fang La, with a square face and a goatee, was pacing back and forth.

He was none other than Fang Hou, the royal uncle of the Southern Kingdom.

Fang Hou was hunched over, and no matter how luxurious his yellow robe was, it could not hide the deep sense of old age emanating from him.

"If I'm not mistaken..."

Fang Hou stopped and stroked his goatee twice:

"Today."

"Ugh--"

An Daoquan sighed deeply, then used both hands and mouth simultaneously, and had no choice but to open his mouth.

The maid in front of him peeled an orange for him, even removing the white pith from the orange segments.

With her slender, delicate hand, she brought an orange segment to his lips. How could he possibly refuse it?
"Today, today!"

Fang Hou's cloudy old eyes turned to the wall, where a traditional Chinese ink painting hung.

In the ink wash painting, a scholar sits reading under the shade of a tree, while a child rolls around on the ground beside him. The scholar looks at the child with a mixture of amusement and exasperation...

He couldn't help but walk over, and Fang Hou raised his withered hand to gently stroke the little boy rolling on the ground.

At that time, he was still obsessed with fame and fortune, and his three-year-old son insisted on playing with him.

He certainly wouldn't let children's games ruin his future, so his three-year-old son threw a tantrum, rolling around on the ground.

He only had one son in his life, and it wasn't until his son died that Fang Hou realized what he had lost...

Especially as I get older, my health is deteriorating, and this year my mind is not as sharp as it used to be.

Some things, if you don't do them now, it will be too late...

If Fang La were still a human being, he should have been surrounded by now, right?

As Fang Hou was thinking this, a eunuch suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

Fang Hou had instructed that as soon as any news came from the encirclement, whether good or bad, they should immediately push open the door and report it.

"Your Majesty, a message has been sent by carrier pigeon from the front!"

The eunuch prostrated himself on the ground, trembling.

"The plan failed..."

"what?"

Fang Hou was struck dumb and took two steps back. He quickly pressed for an answer:

"How could we possibly lose?"

The eunuch said, "His Majesty was originally trapped on Shuangmantou Mountain, but Cai Daowang arrived in time and rescued him..."

"Ugh--"

Fang Hou looked up to the sky and sighed, tears streaming down his face. He drew his sword and killed the eunuch with a single stroke!

Standing before the ink painting, Fang Hou reached out his trembling hand and stroked his child one last time:
"Father is useless, I'm sorry..."

"Father has already wronged you, he can't wrong Jie'er too..."

……

An Daoquan's eyes widened as soon as the eunuch entered.

However, the maid who was feeding him oranges suddenly stepped forward and kissed his lips, blocking his view at the same time.

An Daoquan perked up his ears again.

Suddenly, two maids, one on each side of his arms, leaned in and licked his earlobes with their tongues.

“Gujiguji…”

An Daoquan's ears were filled with a wet, sticky sound, and he couldn't hear the conversation between the eunuch and Fang Hou.

When the three maids released him, An Daoquan pushed them aside and saw that Fang Hou was no longer in the room.

Only one eunuch lay on the ground in a pool of blood...

"Where has the king gone?"

An Daoquan's expression changed, and suddenly he heard a maid scream in alarm from the courtyard:
"Oh no! The King has fallen ill again—he's slipped and fallen into the well!"

"Has the king fallen ill again?" An Daoquan scrambled to his feet and stumbled out, only to find a large crowd gathered around the well.

An Daoquan rushed over, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. He quickly got up and continued running.

Running to the well, An Daoquan squeezed through the crowd and saw a tuft of white hair floating on the surface of the water…

……

"Squeak-"

An Daoquan opened the "emergency room" and walked out looking exhausted. Cai Fu quickly stepped forward to support him.

It was obvious to the naked eye that An Daoquan had lost a lot of weight, and his eyes and cheeks were deeply sunken.

I wonder how An Daoquan has managed these past two days...

"How is His Majesty?"

Minister Wang Yin and Vice Minister Gao Yu rushed forward to anxiously inquire about An Daoquan's well-being.

An Daoquan shook his head.

"Is it hopeless?"

Wang Yin and Gao Yu's expressions changed drastically. The Imperial Uncle King had just left, and His Majesty had followed him. The Southern Kingdom was doomed!

"never mind……"

An Daoquan let out a long breath and, with Cai Fu's help, sat down shakily.

He is too tired.

Wang Yin and Gao Yu's legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground.

Your heavy breathing is terrifying!
He Conglong felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders and was overjoyed. He hurriedly limped forward to greet An Daoquan:
"Divine Physician, how badly is His Majesty injured?"

"The arrow to my lower back... is not serious."

An Daoquan wiped away a cold sweat and hesitated for two seconds:
"The arrow that struck my heart missed a little..."

"But after my treatment, she was able to live again..."

He Conglong's heart leaped into his throat again:

How long will you live?

Just as An Daoquan was about to speak, he suddenly felt Cai Fu pinch the soft flesh of his waist.

He quickly wiped away a bead of cold sweat and, after careful consideration, said:
"Although the injuries are severe, with the best medication and the best care, I could live another three...five...seven..."

"No problem for more than ten years!"

"call--"

He Conglong breathed a sigh of relief:
Your Majesty is already over forty years old; living another ten or so years wouldn't be considered a short life.

As for the best medication and the best care, is that a problem for the Southern Holy Duke?

No one noticed that An Daoquan gave Cai Fu a resentful glance:
Dude, you've pinched my waist raw!

……

"His Majesty has awakened!"

An hour later, a palace attendant finally brought the news, and Cai Fu and the others rushed in.

Fang La's face was ashen, his eyes unfocused, his breath faint, and his limbs limp, but he had indeed woken up.

Cai Fu and the others circled Fang La's bed when Fang La suddenly started coughing.

An Daoquan quickly shooed people away: "Make way, make way, don't startle His Majesty!"

Cai Fu and the others had no choice but to scatter. Although Fang La coughed, he recovered and was able to speak again.

"How is the Imperial Uncle...?"

"His Majesty--"

Wang Yin knelt down abruptly before Fang La's sickbed, tears welling in his eyes, and said:
"His Majesty suddenly fell ill again today, and in a daze, he walked into the well by himself—"

"He's passed away!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Fang La coughed violently again, and shakily stretched out a hand:

"Take me to see my imperial uncle..."

Cai Fu quickly called over several burly men, who each lifted one leg of Fang La's sickbed and carried it out.

They carried him all the way to Fang Hou's mourning hall. Seeing that Fang Hou was stiff as a board, tears streamed down Fang La's face.
"Uncle, why did it have to come to this..."

(End of this chapter)