The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Twelve: They're all treacherous officials and good-for-nothings.

"How could this happen so suddenly, that we can't even guarantee anything for a short while?" Chief Zhang's expression was extremely solemn, his gaze heavy as he stared directly at Master Zhang, a hint of anger flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Master Zhang had previously diagnosed that the Ming King could live for a few more days, but the scene just now happened, which almost ruined His Majesty's important plans.

"Logically, this shouldn't be the case..." Master Zhang frowned, his eyes filled with confusion, muttering to himself. However, he couldn't dwell on that now. He addressed Chief Zhang in a deep voice, "The Ming King is now entirely dependent on my combined vital energy to prolong his life. Although his pulse suggests he can hold on for a while longer, his life force is ultimately exhausted, and an accident could happen at any moment. Therefore, to be on the safe side, I urge Chief Zhang to assign someone to carefully watch over him from this moment forward. Before I return, please inform me immediately of any problems!"

Seeing what had just happened, Zhang Bangli knew he would have done the same even without Zhang Danshi's instructions. He couldn't question Zhang Danshi's earlier diagnosis now; he was genuinely afraid. He nodded in agreement, saying, "Alright, Zhang Danshi, please hurry, or things might get complicated!"

"Chief Zhang is right. Also, now that the Ming King has awakened, he must be in excruciating pain from his injuries. Although I have some of my vital energy to suppress it for him, he still needs a firm will to endure the pain. As for the Ming King... we still need to be careful to soothe him and make sure his emotions don't fluctuate too much!"

Zhang Bangli watched as Master Zhang walked away quickly, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye, and let out a long sigh.

His eyes flickered with thought, and he casually summoned soldiers, ordering them to guard the Ming King before turning and walking into the room.

Before even entering the room, one could hear a pained yet furious voice coming from inside.

"Ouch, that hurts! It hurts so much!"

"You bastards, how dare you attempt to assassinate me! I swear I will tear you to pieces..."

"Ah Jiu, quickly help me up, I need to see my father..."

……

Zhang Bangli's lips twitched violently, then his expression tightened slightly. Master Zhang had instructed him to calm down and not let his emotions fluctuate wildly.

Thinking of this, he quickly strode forward, but then suddenly froze.

But then they saw that the Ming King was indeed being helped up by the servant, which seemed to aggravate his injuries, and he suddenly cried out in pain, "Ah..."

The scream of pain, like that of a pig being slaughtered, deeply shocked Zhang Bangli.

"Damn it!" Enraged, Zhang Bangli roared without thinking, "Men, drag this servant out!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Ming King, drenched in sweat and with tears welling in his eyes, his features contorted in pain, suddenly became enraged upon seeing him, shouting, "Zhang Bangli, you've come at the perfect time! Hiss... Quick, go and inform my father, someone is trying to assassinate me..."

The sounds were intermittent, interspersed with cries of pain, causing Zhang Bangli's heart to race. He quickly walked a few steps to Prince Ming's side and reassured him, "Your Highness, please do not be agitated. His Majesty has already learned of this matter and has apprehended the culprit immediately..."

"Good, good, I will go and have my father exterminate his entire clan... Ah Jiu, quickly help me up!" King Ming shouted.

Ajiu stood to the side, her eyes occasionally showing a look of bewilderment, but she still habitually followed the orders of the King of Light.

"Wait!" Zhang Bangli shouted urgently, "Your Highness, please calm down. His Majesty is furious and is currently interrogating the criminals under torture. He has instructed Your Highness to rest and recover from your injuries. Someone will be sent to fetch you to the palace shortly!"

Upon hearing this, King Ming paused for a moment, then sat on the bed, seemingly recalling his pain. Tears streamed down his face as he weakly murmured, "It hurts, it hurts so much! What are you still doing standing here? Go, go quickly and get the alchemist to relieve my pain..."

Zhang Bangli had experienced many great events, but encountering this guy like this, he was truly sweating profusely, fearing that the man might suddenly collapse and die: "Alright, alright, Your Majesty, please don't be angry, I'll go right away, I'll go right away!"

She glanced again at the young man, Ajiu, standing to the side, thinking to herself, "I can't let him stay here, otherwise who knows if he'll actually help the Prince of Ming out of bed..."

Just as he was about to speak, he heard the King of Light yell at him again, "Are you blind? There's blood everywhere... Hurry up and clean it up!"

Ajiu looked at the Prince Ming, and before Zhang Bangli could speak, she immediately bowed: "Yes, Sixth Master, I'll go right away!"

After saying this, he ran straight outside. Seeing this, Zhang Bangli didn't dare to stop him, and said to Prince Ming, "Your Highness, I'll have someone help you lie down..."

"Get out!" King Ming roared, "Why aren't you going to find the alchemist? Do you want me to die of pain?"

Zhang Bangli's face darkened, and he said no more. He could only let him be, thinking that since he could still curse, he probably wouldn't be in much trouble for the time being.

Unexpectedly, a weak voice of the Ming King came from behind him: "You dogs, you are all treacherous ministers, you all want to harm me! Wait until I go to see my father..."

Zhang Bangli's back was turned to the Ming King, his lips twitching violently, but he could only pretend not to hear. He went outside and said to the soldiers in a deep voice, "Take good care of the Ming King!"

"Yes!" the soldier replied, and then went inside.

But before he could go far, he heard curses coming from inside the house again: "Useless trash, a bunch of useless trash, they actually managed to injure me, they deserve to die, they deserve to die..."

"Your Highness, please calm down..." a soldier said respectfully.

"Ouch... Get out, all of you, get out of here!"

……

Inside the room, several soldiers stood quietly at a short distance.

Although the King of Light kept cursing, they naturally dared not leave. Fortunately, the King of Light eventually seemed to have gotten tired of cursing and slowly stopped.

What made the soldiers tense yet somewhat strange was that, without their knowledge, the Ming King sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate, just like a Taoist.

I've never heard of King Ming practicing Taoism?

The soldiers had this in mind, but none of them went into it. They just wanted the King to stay quiet and not cause any trouble.

Besides them, there was another person who kept coming in and out; that was Ah Jiu.

He was tidying up the room, as ordered by the King, and no one dared to stop him.

However, he does have some advantages, namely that he can get close to the Ming King and truly understand the Ming King's specific situation.

Without him, things would be really troublesome. After all, the King of Ming is no longer cursing or crying. He is sitting silently on the bed, his head is raised, but who knows what is going on? He might suddenly lose his head and die!

With him, at least we can know up close how the King of Light is breathing.

Under these circumstances, Mo Bai began to meditate. He had no choice but to do so. He had to quickly refine the two streams of primordial energy he had obtained from Master Zhang to enhance his vitality.

Fortunately, after his loud and boisterous outburst, no one dared to question him anymore.

Time continued in this way until, when Ajiu once again brought a basin into the room to wipe the edge of the bed for Mo Bai, she gently tapped the edge of the bed.

This did not attract the soldiers' attention, but Mo Bai, who was meditating, suddenly twitched his eyelids and narrowed his eyes slightly. Just then, he saw A Jiu nod slightly to him with a somewhat uneasy expression.

A glint flashed in Mo Bai's eyes, but he made no move.

Ajiu looked at Mingwang, her heart pounding even harder, but she still bent down and continued wiping the floor.

The guards were unaware of this scene and continued to stare at the Ming King on the bed. Unexpectedly, the Ming King, who was perfectly fine, suddenly swayed and fell onto the bed.

This scene was so sudden that none of the soldiers had time to react before Ah Jiu suddenly shouted, "Sixth Master!"

Upon hearing his voice, everyone finally realized: "Your Highness..."

"What happened?"

"Go and take a look!"

Everyone immediately rushed forward to investigate.

Although the previous panic was gone, it still shocked the soldiers.

Amidst the chatter, Ajiu exclaimed in alarm, "Sixth Master has fainted! Quickly, find the alchemist!"

As he spoke, he had already run towards the door. The soldiers present were tense at the moment, but they did not pursue the matter of how the boy could react so quickly.

He never even considered one question: how did he know where the alchemist was?