Film and Television: The Villain's Life Begins with Joy of Life

Looking at Fan Xian, who was unconscious and being carried up by the Imperial Guards, Zhou Cheng sighed inwardly.

He foresaw this scene the moment Emperor Qing ordered him to capture the assassin.

The white-clad assassin was none other than Chen Pingping's ever-present shadow.

Fan Xian was unaware of Shadow's identity. He was ordered to arrest someone, and despite knowing he was no match for him, he still gave chase.

Fan Xian is not an inflexible person; he may have been testing the waters, only wanting to get some clues to report back.

But when masters clash, life and death hang by a thread.

Facing an assassin whose strength surpasses his own, Fan Xian naturally dared not hold back.

He went all out, and Shadow dared not hold back too much, for he himself might die on the spot if he was not careful.

As a result, when the battle reached its climax, Fan Xian's domineering true energy suddenly went out of control.

Shadow was caught off guard and seriously injured Fan Xian with a single sword strike.

Lin Ruofu didn't get the antidote and treatment from Fan Xian; instead, he ended up lying on the same bed with Fan Xian.

The two were carried back to the Imperial Hospital in Kyoto half an hour later.

Lin Ruofu was just an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts. He was poisoned and the best time for treatment was delayed. He was on the verge of death as soon as he entered the Imperial Hospital.

The imperial physicians crowded around, checking his breath, feeling his pulse, and examining his eyelids. Their movements became slower and slower, and finally they looked at each other, shook their heads, and sighed.

On the contrary, Fan Xian, after all, has the strength of a ninth-rank official. Even though he was seriously injured and poisoned, he was still bigger than a horse.

The atmosphere in the Imperial Medical Academy was heavy.

Emperor Qing also lost his usual composure.

He stood in the center of the main hall of the Imperial Medical Academy, his face terribly gloomy.

"Imperial physicians! Have all the imperial physicians arrived?"

His voice betrayed barely suppressed rage.

An old man dressed in the robes of an imperial physician knelt on the ground:

"Your Majesty, all the imperial physicians on duty are here, except for Physician Wen, who went to Guangxin Palace last night by imperial decree and has not yet returned."

"Guangxin Palace?"

Emperor Qing's brows furrowed deeply.

Before he could ask, a young eunuch quickly leaned close to Eunuch Hou's ear and whispered a few words.

Eunuch Hou's expression changed slightly, and he quickly stepped forward, lowering his voice to say:

"Your Majesty, I just heard a report from below that Physician Wen went to Guangxin Palace last night to treat patients, and when he left the palace... he accidentally fell into the lotus pond and drowned."

"Drowned?"

Emperor Qing repeated the sentence.

He had already heard it clearly when the young eunuch reported it to Eunuch Hou.

Repeating it again at this point is truly hard to believe.

"What on earth is Li Yunrui up to now!"

Emperor Qing was secretly furious.

He certainly didn't believe that the imperial physician could drown in Guangxin Palace, since those servants and maids weren't blind or deaf.

Even the imperial physician he himself sent was killed, which shows that Li Yunrui has been doing something shady behind the scenes without making a sound!

He really wanted to summon his foolish sister and find out what stupid thing she had done this time!

But right now, he simply can't manage it all.

Lin Ruofu is dead, and many of his plans now need to be readjusted.

If Fan Xian dies, the problem will be even bigger.

Putting everything else aside, if Wu Zhu goes mad and storms into the palace, his years of painstaking planning could be in vain!

"Forget about the others, save them! Save Prime Minister Lin! Save Fan Xian! If you can't save them, you'll all be executed!"

Emperor Qing was truly enraged.

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The old imperial physician dared not say anything more and could only scramble to call the other imperial physicians to surround Fan Xian.

They were busy taking pulses, cleaning wounds, and inserting acupuncture needles.

Soon, the old imperial physician knelt back before Emperor Qing, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Lin arrived too late; the poison had already penetrated his lungs and internal organs. Even if the Sage of Medicine were alive, he would be powerless to save him. But young Master Fan..."

"What's wrong with Fan Xian?"

Emperor Qing glared at him, wishing he could kill this stammering old man with a single blow.

He clearly understood Lin Ruofu's condition, and when he brought him here, he had already given up much hope.

Now, all he wants to know is whether Fan Xian can still be saved!

The old physician trembled, not daring to utter a word, and quickly said:

"Your Majesty, Lord Fan's true energy has gone out of control. He has suffered external injuries and been poisoned. Now his meridians are disordered and his internal energy is flowing in reverse, causing him to fall into a coma."

There's still time to find a solution for the external injuries and poisoning, but if this meridian reversal condition isn't addressed promptly, I'm afraid Lord Fan won't be able to hold on much longer!

Emperor Qing clenched his fist tightly.

"Since you know that, then why don't you treat it?"

The old physician's face was deathly pale, his expression sorrowful, and his voice trembled with tears.

"Your Majesty, we are helpless! The only way to cure Lord Fan's condition is to find someone who practices the same internal energy as him, so that person can expend their internal energy to rebuild Lord Fan's meridians. Although this will damage that person's internal energy, it will at least save Lord Fan's life."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qing's expression suddenly changed.

Fan Xian cultivates the domineering true energy left behind by Ye Qingmei.

As far as he knew, the only ones in the world who still cultivated domineering true qi were himself and the crown prince.

Emperor Qing hesitated.

Should the Crown Prince be forced to damage his inner energy to save Fan Xian?

Putting aside whether the Crown Prince is willing or not, with his seventh-rank strength, does he really have the ability to repair a ninth-rank meridian?

As for him...

He had been suppressing and accumulating his true energy for over a decade, saving it for that moment. Was it necessary to use it for Fan Xian?

"You all retreat outside the palace!" Emperor Qing commanded, his voice authoritative and stern.

After the imperial physicians filed out, he went into the inner hall.

Fan Xian lay on the soft couch, his upper body naked. His injuries had been simply bandaged, and dark red blood seeped through the white bandages.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were purple, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he were still suffering great pain while unconscious.

After confirming that no one was around, Emperor Qing walked to Fan Xian's side, grabbed one of his hands, and examined it.

The pulse felt by my fingertips was chaotic and disordered, sometimes pounding wildly like a drum about to burst, and sometimes so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

His internal condition was indeed as the imperial physician had described.

Without external help, Fan Xian's meridians would become disordered and his internal energy would flow in reverse, and he would soon suffer the same fate as he did back then.

Recalling that time when he was paralyzed and unable to live or die, Emperor Qing still feels lingering fear.

The domineering true energy has the characteristic of breaking down and then rebuilding.

If Fan Xian can hold on after all his meridians are severed, he will have the opportunity to break through to the Grandmaster level.

If you can't hold on, then death is the only outcome.

Emperor Qing put down Fan Xian's hand and paced back and forth by the couch.

He has no shortage of sons.

He didn't have that much affection for Fan Xian.

But Fan Xian's mother is Ye Qingmei.

This is very important, as it relates to all his future plans.

Therefore, Fan Xian cannot die!

After much thought, Emperor Qing gradually came up with an idea.

All he needed was Fan Xian, not a dead man, nor someone who might break through to the Grandmaster level.

He returned to the bedside and placed his hand on Fan Xian's wrist.

The same origin, but a kingly true energy that breaks down and rebuilds, even more powerful than domineering true energy, slowly flowed into Fan Xian's body.

The Kingly True Qi swept through everything in its path!

With his abilities, helping Fan Xian to straighten his meridians and return to normal would be a piece of cake.

As for the imperial physician's claim that his vital energy was damaged, that's even more laughable.

But he couldn't cure Fan Xian because he couldn't explain it.

He cannot reveal his strength.

So he made another choice.

He used his own internal energy to sever several major meridians in Fan Xian's body, dispersing his internal energy.

In this way, once the vital energy dissipates, the danger of meridian rupture naturally disappears.

When Fan Xian wakes up, even if his martial arts are crippled, he will only think it's his own fault. He might even feel lucky to have survived.

Soon, Emperor Qing withdrew his hand, and his sleeves fell down.

He stood quietly beside Fan Xian for a while, and when Fan Xian's eyelids trembled and he seemed to be half-awake, he flicked his sleeves and strode away.

........

When Lin Wan'er received the news, she rushed to the Imperial Hospital.

She stumbled into the back room and immediately saw Lin Ruofu, his face ashen and lifeless.

Then, she saw Fan Xian surrounded by a group of imperial physicians, his life hanging in the balance. Overwhelmed by the shock, her vision went black, her body went limp, and she fainted.

"Princess! Princess!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

The Imperial Hospital was in chaos again, as another person needed treatment.

......

In his semi-conscious state, Fan Xian regained some of his cognitive abilities, but he was unable to speak or move his hands.

His consciousness seemed to float in a thick fog, sometimes near, sometimes far, with the sounds around him coming and going intermittently.

In his dazed state, he saw a group of excited old men discussing his injuries, their mouths opening and closing.

"This poison... I've never seen anything like it before..."

"The pulse is getting weaker and weaker..."

"If we don't help now, I'm afraid..."

When he heard that these old men couldn't cure his poison, and that they were all wailing as if their entire families were about to die, he mustered all his strength and finally uttered a few words:

"Third place, Senior Brother Leng..."

The three places naturally refer to the three places of the Censorate.

As for Senior Brother Leng, he is Fei Jie's eldest disciple.

Fei Jie is recognized as the foremost of the three great masters of poison in the world.

Fei Jie is not in Kyoto, and he is seriously injured. So, in terms of detoxification ability, this Senior Brother Leng is naturally the best.

Even after Fan Xian woke up, the imperial physicians still looked worried.

When they heard Fan Xian speak, they didn't react at first.

But then, they slapped their thighs, their eyes lighting up!

When it comes to using poison to detoxify, how can the imperial physicians be as professional as the group in the Third Department of the Imperial Observation Bureau?

Professional tasks should naturally be left to more professional people!

Soon, someone was sent to summon the people from the Three Offices by imperial decree.

Meanwhile, the people from the three departments, led by Senior Brother Leng, had been waiting outside the Imperial Hospital for a long time.

They wore the distinctive black official robes of the Imperial Censorate, carried medicine chests on their backs, and had various bottles and jars hanging from their waists; their expressions were solemn.

When Senior Brother Leng brought his men in, Fan Xian regained some of his senses.

"Junior brother, do you know what kind of poison you've been given?"

Senior Brother Leng, who had a small mustache and looked somewhat comical, didn't dare to delay and immediately bent down to ask.

Fan Xian hummed in agreement, then said with difficulty, "I... I think I was poisoned by the saltpeter mine."

"That's the style of Dongyi City!" Senior Brother Leng blinked, quickly turned around and started rummaging through the medicine box, the bottles and jars jingling.

"The assassin is the younger brother of Si Gu Jian from Dongyi City," Fan Xian explained with difficulty.

Senior Brother Leng didn't even look at him, continuing to rummage through his things while muttering to himself:

"Who cares whose brother he is, I'll help you detoxify first!"

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle from the bottom of the medicine box, and a look of joy immediately appeared on his face.

"Thank goodness! Thank goodness! Someone reminded me before I left, otherwise I really might not have brought the antidote!"

As he spoke, Senior Brother Leng poured a pill from the small bottle and put it into Fan Xian's mouth.

The pill exploded in my mouth with a bitter taste.

Fan Xian swallowed it obediently, but a thought suddenly struck him.

The use of poison in the world is divided into three schools based on three great masters of poison.

Fei Jie of Qingguo is the first, Xiao En of Northern Qi is the second, and there is also a strange man from Dongyi City as the third.

The three men represent three different schools of thought. Among them, Fei Jie has the widest range of knowledge and the strongest skills. He uses poison, but he prefers plant sap.

Back then, Xiao En favored animal fats and glandular secretions, so the Northern Qi school of poisons also favored animal fats and glandular secretions.

The same faction in Dongyi City was the one that relied on saltpeter.

The three major schools of thought have different styles, making it very difficult to cure the poison.

However, Senior Brother Leng said that someone reminded him when he arrived.

This inevitably led him to make connections.

At first, he couldn't figure out anything when he fought the white-clad assassin, but as he used all his strength and the other party parried seriously, he began to see some clues.

He believed the white-clad assassin was Chen Pingping's shadow, but he couldn't be sure.

Now, Senior Brother Leng's casual remark made him even more certain.

Whether it was psychological comfort or the rapid effect of the medicine, Fan Xian felt much better after taking the pill.

He closed his eyes and waited for the antidote.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Senior Brother Leng, together with the imperial physician, examined his condition again.

"This...this...it hasn't cured the poison!"

The old doctor's voice trembled slightly, and his face grew paler and paler.

According to his examination, Fan Xian's poison not only had not been cured, but had even worsened, with the black lines on his wounds beginning to spread.

"How...how is this possible?"

Senior Brother Leng's eyes widened instantly.

He couldn't believe his medicine wasn't working!

At this moment, Fan Xian also opened his eyes, and said weakly:

"It seems... the poison has penetrated deep into his lungs..."

He felt better just now, which was probably because the toxins had worsened, causing his internal organs to become numb and reducing his pain. Combined with psychological effects, this gave him the illusion of improvement.

"Poison...poison has entered the lungs and internal organs?"

The old doctor couldn't catch his breath and almost passed out.

If the poison penetrates the lungs and internal organs, then there is no hope.

After all, the last Prime Minister Lin, who was poisoned to the lungs, had just stopped next door!

"It's over!"

The old imperial physician looked at the other imperial physicians, their eyes meeting in despair.

Emperor Qing said that when people die, they must be buried with them.

No one thought Emperor Qing was just saying it casually!

"Actually... it's not that difficult. It's just a simple surgery..."

Fan Xian said with difficulty, his voice even weaker than before.

He looked at the imperial physicians and couldn't understand why they all seemed to be dying when his patient wasn't even dead.

"What is surgery?"

The old imperial physician, as if grasping at a straw, rushed to the bedside and grabbed Fan Xian's hand.

"It's... cutting open the wound and cleaning out the internal organs!" Fan Xian explained haltingly.

His explanation made the others' expressions even more unpleasant.

"Wouldn't the person just die if they were disemboweled?"

"How can there be such an antidote?"

"Who could possibly be capable of such an unheard-of task?"

Hearing the buzzing discussions around him, Fan Xian was at a loss for words.

Surgery was simply not something these people understood.

If his sister Fan Ruoruo were around, he could ask her for help.

After all, Fan Ruoruo is obedient, quiet, and bold. Under his guidance, she might actually be able to help him complete the surgery.

But now Fan Ruoruo is far away in Northern Qi, and distant water cannot quench a nearby fire.

He was unable to move himself and dared not place his hopes on these imperial physicians.

As for Senior Brother Leng, he's good at using poison to detoxify, but surgery? Let's forget about it!

Who? Who can save me?

A series of figures flashed through Fan Xian's mind, and soon...

He used all his strength:

"Back, back to the Fan residence! Behind the back gate, hang lanterns!"

After he finished speaking, he almost fainted.

Now that things have come to this, he can only pin his hopes on that person!

I wonder if that guy is in Kyoto!

The poison penetrated his lungs and internal organs, allowing him to endure for a while, but not for very long.

If that person is still alive, and we can get there in time, we should be able to save him!

........

"What? You said Fan Xian went back to the Fan residence?"

Emperor Qing listened to the report from the Imperial Medical Academy, his expression shifting between light and dark.

He didn't expect that even after he woke up Fan Xian, the Imperial Hospital would still be helpless against Fan Xian's injuries and poisoning.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Emperor Qing cursed angrily, and the guards and eunuchs around him were so frightened that they knelt down on the ground.

He took a deep breath, looked at the imperial physician kneeling on the ground trembling like a leaf, and waved his hand impatiently:

"Get out!"

The man felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the room.

Emperor Qing exhaled, placed his hands on the imperial desk, and muttered to himself:

"Fan Xian, you'd better hold on for me! Back to the Fan residence... are you... looking for the Fifth Prince?"

Just as Emperor Qing was lost in thought, Eunuch Hou bowed and walked in from outside, holding a folded book in his hands.

"Your Majesty, Lord Ye has submitted another memorial to apologize on behalf of the Palace Commander!"

Lord Ye, it is Ye Zhong.

The Palace Commander is naturally the Palace Clerk.

The chrysanthemum appreciation gathering was followed by an assassination attempt that shocked the world.

The palace guard failed in his duty. Upon returning from the Hanging Temple, Emperor Qing dismissed him from his post and detained him.

Emperor Qing, expressionless, glanced at the folding document in Eunuch Hou's hand and said calmly:

"Just put the folding paper there!"

After saying that, he fell silent.

His main objective in planning the hanging temple is about to be achieved.

But there were too many unexpected events, which he couldn't accept.

The deaths of Lin Ruofu and the near-death experience of Fan Xian, these unexpected events, left him with no joy whatsoever.

.......

Forensic Service.

Chen Pingping is going crazy.

The return of the shadow explains everything that happened.

Upon hearing that Fan Xian's injuries were too severe to be cured, he even considered killing Shadow.

But Fan Xian was still alive, so he suppressed his murderous intent.

He sent people to keep a close eye on the Imperial Hospital and gather firsthand information.

"If Fan Xian dies, not one of us will survive!"

Chen Pingping hardened her heart, but remained outwardly calm, though her withered hands gripped the armrests of her wheelchair tightly.

Just as he was waiting for more news from Fan Xian, Yan Bingyun requested an audience.

"Come in."

Yan Bingyun pushed open the door and entered, dressed in black with a cold and stern face.

Upon seeing Yan Bingyun, Chen Pingping asked directly:

"How's the investigation into those assassins going?"

Yan Bingyun raised her head:

"The origins of the guards and eunuchs have been largely ascertained. It's the artisan assassins, however, who are a bit suspicious!"

"Strange? What's strange?" Chen Pingping squinted.

Yan Bingyun pondered for a moment:

"Those craftsmen are not from my Qing Kingdom, but assassins from Northern Qi!"

"Northern Qi assassins? Infiltrated the Hanging Temple? Interesting." Chen Pingping loosened his grip and pushed the wheelchair. "Anything else?"

Yan Bingyun's eyes flickered: "Some clues are still uncertain. However, these Northern Qi assassins seem to be connected to the Crown Prince!"

Chen Pingping suddenly looked up, his face showing surprise: "The Crown Prince?"