The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Fifty-Three: Awakening

Tie Xiong stood up, looked back at the sky, and saw that it was beginning to clear.

It was already dawn.

He glanced again at the King's pale face, and murmured softly, "I'll do my best!"

He turned and went out, took a dry steamed bun from the table, and started eating it while picking up a packaged medicinal herb from a cabinet in the room and walking towards the door.

Previously, he had wondered about the purpose of the prescription given to him by the King of Light, who only said that it might be useful.

Unexpectedly, it has actually come in handy now.

There was no need for a stove; the medicine pot was placed on the fire, and there was dry firewood that the fellow disciples had chopped earlier in the courtyard.

The fire soon reignited. Tie Xiong squatted on the ground, eating a steamed bun in silence. He did everything he could, if he was truly powerless to help...

At that moment, he was unaware that the figure lying on the bed in the room seemed to be making a slight movement.

He did not wake up.

But there seemed to be a slight tremor in his pale face, between his brows.

One after another...

As if startled in his sleep, his brows slowly furrowed.

In the end, her eyelids twitched slightly, as if she were trapped in a nightmare, unable to escape, yet silently calling for help.

"boom!"

But in the end, though it was quiet, as if thunder was about to strike, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He lay motionless on the bed with his eyes open, his gaze unfocused, his pupils dull and yellow, like the final expression of a person awaiting death.

Yet it also seems as if an inextinguishable flame still burns within it, stubbornly holding on amidst the turmoil, refusing to fall.

Landslide and tsunami!

Human life is full of suffering, but that distant paradise is right here; close your eyes and you can step into it.

He lived a life of hardship, despite his noble destiny, which he could not bear. He wandered through the sorrows of the world, and truly, there was little sweetness to cherish.

But even so, he seemed unwilling to give up, lying stiffly on the bed, lifeless, yet unwilling to give up.

Some say that human life depends on God; if God does not perish, then the body will not perish.

Perhaps it was true; in his pupils, it seemed as if a lotus flower had finally settled, slowly opened, and ultimately stood tall within, his pupils focusing.

………………

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"Hmm, you made it through again, not bad!" Mo Bai remained motionless, staring at the roof beams and pillars, his mind racing with thoughts, but this sentence was the first to come to mind.

Perhaps so. He had said this to himself many times before, and it had become a habit.

Thoughts, like a rusty clock, slowly begin to turn, little by little...

Mo Bai's eyes flickered with light and shadow, a hint of surprise beneath his calm demeanor.

"Brother, I'll wait for you!"

A little girl was being held by a woman, waving and calling out to him.

After a long silence, a look of astonishment crossed his eyes: "This should be my sister..."

After a long while, his eyes returned to calm, yet there was a hint of strangeness. To be honest, it was truly rare for someone to have such composure after just surviving a life-or-death ordeal and still not out of danger.

The myriad images and perceptions in his mind at that moment made him realize who the "Wise King" was!

"This Ming King... what a pity!" Mo Bai's lips seemed to tremble slightly, but he remained silent.

It's truly a pity about Prince Ming. He wasn't a bad person by nature. He shouldn't have returned to the royal family. This wasn't his home. He didn't have the brothers and sisters he wanted, nor the parents and affection he craved. All he found here were unsuitable rules and an unbearable level of wealth...

He lacked the temperament and culture to handle wealth and status, so once he became rich... it was a tragedy!

"Where am I?" Finally, his thoughts seemed to be lubricated and he could start to think, only then did he notice his situation.

His eyes darted around laboriously, seemingly focused on an old house. A thought flashed in his eyes, then he calmed down: "They escaped!"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, very slowly, as if he wanted to give a bitter smile.

He didn't have the strength to examine his own body, and in fact, he didn't have the ability either. Without Master Zhang's medical qi, he couldn't do anything.

But actually, there's no need to worry; no one is more mentally prepared than he is.

He gazed at the beams above, but longed to look at the sky outside, wanting to ask, "Am I truly cursed by fate, destined to never have my way?"

The worst-case scenario he envisioned was that he would have to do it himself.

But the result was indeed just that—and he even had to fight a Taoist master…

In this world, there is probably no one else with his ability to defeat a Daoist master and cut down all enemies with a single pill, despite being severely injured!

But in this world, no one would want to have his ability, because probably no one but him could survive this ordeal.

"Sigh!" He seemed to sigh silently, but he remained calm and optimistic.

But he could not help but bitterly laugh at the scene of that day.

Everything began the day I woke up and overheard Zhang Bangli and Master Zhang Dan's conversation.

He then realized he was in danger and began to plot.

He tried every possible way to survive and warned Master Zhang Dan, but it was all in vain!

Praying to Emperor Dingwu to change the physician was useless!

Finally, he realized that he was nothing in the midst of a huge vortex, unable to stir up any trouble, and could only be manipulated by others.

He had to face everything, yet he rose from nothing to something, having made many preparations.

Before setting off, he judged that he would not be killed on the spot, otherwise it would not be in line with Emperor Dingwu's purpose of using him to harm the Lin family.

Therefore, he instructed Tie Xiong that if things went wrong, he should let the soldiers be slaughtered, because the soldiers were not only an obstacle for the assassins, but also for him.

They were left to be captured, or suddenly "rescued" by a master.

He knew that whether he was captured or "rescued," there would be a moment when he would escape his pursuers. Because whoever took him away would have to deal with him, and destroying the evidence was a necessary measure to avoid leaving any future trouble.

This would certainly have to be done behind everyone's back, and he wanted Tie Xiong to use this as a pretext. The royal family would never expect that he would want to save himself, so they sent people to keep a close eye on this group.

Then, by taking advantage of their unpreparedness, he could suddenly intervene and save himself while they were dealing with him, thus achieving a complete and utter disappearance and buying himself time. Given time, his body would eventually recover.

He knew why Emperor Dingwu wanted to kill him: it was because he was destined to die. As long as he survived for a while, even if he was exposed to the world again, he would no longer be in danger.

He had even planned his route: feigning an entry into Tianjin, then turning back to Beihai Province.

The environment in Jin Hai is complex. If Emperor Dingwu discovers a mistake and wants to investigate in Jin Hai, it will be quite troublesome and will not be resolved in a day or two. As long as time goes on and no news of his capture by outsiders comes, Emperor Dingwu will at least not be so eager to investigate him again.

Then, in this chaotic era, hiding for a period of time was not impossible.

Everything was planned perfectly, but in the end, something unexpected happened. Sometimes, Mo Bai couldn't help but think that this might really be fate.

In the end, he still faced the worst-case scenario and had to take action himself.

Does he have that ability?

Of course not. Otherwise, if he really had it, why would he need to scheme so much? He could have just swallowed the Guiyuan Pill, displayed his divine power in front of Emperor Dingwu, and revealed his strength as a Grandmaster. Would Emperor Dingwu still have killed him then?

Obviously not, in fact, beheading Master Zhang wouldn't be a problem at all. That would be an unleashing of domineering power, with all sides submitting, and from then on, he could have whatever he wanted in the capital. How wonderful that would be...

But... this is a dream!

Guiyuan Pill!

It wasn't an elixir, but it was indeed very useful to him. However, its purpose wasn't to use it to perform secret techniques to kill enemies.

That's like Master Zhang's bowl of medicinal soup, destroying his last bit of life!

Once the effects of the Guiyuan Pill are forcibly released, even if he has extraordinary medical skills, he cannot save someone who is courting death. This is suicide. Although he is awake now, he is crippled. He has no confidence at all that he will be able to return to normal after many years.

Therefore, how dare he do such a thing in front of Emperor Dingwu? That would be courting death!

But in the end, he still took this step, because if he didn't act, he was already doomed; he didn't even have a chance to gamble...

A medicinal fragrance suddenly filled his nose and mouth. Mo Bai snapped back to reality, instinctively analyzed the fragrance, and then felt relieved once again.

He knew that, if nothing went wrong, it was Tie Xiong.

This trust has not been betrayed!

"Huh?" Tie Xiong stared blankly at the pair of eyes that had already opened, and stood there stunned for a moment.

This is?

Woke up?

But... just now he was arguing with his fellow disciples because he was definitely not going to wake up...