The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter 1 The Ming King Who Was Beaten to Death Before the Wedding Night

That night!

The stars twinkled, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

The soft moonlight spilled onto the pond, creating ripples of gentle light, and in the hazy light, it reflected the green willows and red flowers.

This is an elegant courtyard with pavilions, terraces, flowers, and stone sculptures, all complementing each other perfectly.

Today, this little courtyard must be especially festive. Looking up, you can see bright red wedding knots tied in a love knot hanging high between the gates, swaying in the autumn wind, their red color vibrant.

Even looking down, you can see that the long red carpet is laid out very far.

There are still rows of red tables and chairs in the courtyard, not yet removed.

Even the aroma of wine from the daytime celebrations still lingers throughout the courtyard.

Everywhere you look, there's a festive atmosphere.

Anyone could tell at a glance that someone in this house is getting married today!

However, upon closer inspection, something seems amiss.

On this wedding night, there was no singing or dancing in this small courtyard; instead, there were guards every three steps and sentries every five.

Countless soldiers, armed and ready, stood solemnly under the moonlight, vigilant in all directions.

A heavy, murderous aura arose spontaneously...

Undoubtedly, an unexpected incident occurred at what should have been a joyous wedding banquet today.

Right at the center of the heavily guarded area, there was a pavilion decorated with paper-cut "囍" (double happiness) characters, making it extremely festive.

The door was closed, but a dim, yellow light shone through the window.

inside the house.

The first thing you see is an extremely old-fashioned chandelier, suspended in mid-air by a black wire.

A middle-aged man dressed in a Zhongshan suit, exuding an extremely dignified aura, stood under the light, his brows deeply furrowed, and a complex mix of emotions flashing in his eyes.

Clearly, he was not at peace.

And at the very end of his gaze, there was a bed.

Beside the bed was an elderly man, not young, dressed in a white Taoist robe, who looked somewhat otherworldly. He was half-closing his eyes and taking the pulse of the person on the bed.

He was a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old, still wearing a bright red wedding robe.

Without a doubt, the fact that he was wearing a wedding robe clearly indicated that he was the groom at today's wedding banquet.

However, what was horrifying was that the groom was now as pale as a sheet, barely breathing, with his eyes tightly closed, lying motionless on the bed.

It was as if all life had ceased to exist!

In the ensuing silence, the old man slowly released the groom's hand. The middle-aged man who had been waiting immediately stepped forward and asked the old man anxiously, "Master Zhang, how is it?"

The old man raised his eyes, his gaze grave. After a moment's thought, he gently shook his head, his brows furrowed, and said in a deep voice, "This is bad!"

The middle-aged man's heart sank, his eyes narrowed, but he quickly asked, "Is your life in danger?"

The old man didn't speak, but instead tilted his head to examine the pale-faced young man for a while, then bowed and unbuttoned the young man's shirt.

Suddenly, a clear, dark palm print appeared on the young man's chest, which was extremely frightening.

The middle-aged man stared at the dark palm print, his expression turning noticeably grim. He spoke slowly and heavily, "The Ming King must not die!"

The old man glanced back at him, shook his head slightly, and said softly, "His heart meridian is severely damaged; his chances of survival are slim!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, his eyes seemingly filled with a complex mix of emotions, as if he were calculating something. After a long silence, he finally said in a low voice, "At least... I can't die now!"

"I will do my best to try!" The old man sighed softly upon hearing this. After speaking, he took out silver needles from his pocket and began to insert needles into the young man's chest.

The middle-aged man's face was extremely grave. He turned and took a few steps away, went to the window, looked up at the sky, and his eyes were filled with endless worry.

Time passed slowly, and the room fell into a tense and heavy atmosphere once again.

"Hmm? This is bad!" Suddenly, the old man administering the acupuncture spoke, his tone somewhat urgent.

The middle-aged man trembled, then abruptly turned around and rushed to the old man's side: "How are you?"

As she spoke, her gaze quickly fixed on the young man's chest on the bed.

His face immediately turned ashen. At the end of his gaze, he saw a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of the young man's mouth, and his chest was no longer rising and falling.

But the old man did not answer. He suddenly stretched out his right hand and solemnly covered the dark palm print on the young man's chest.

A terrifying scene unfolded: wisps of white mist slowly rose from where his palm covered.

The white mist, though faint, was unmistakably real, which was nothing short of a miracle.

The middle-aged man, however, was not surprised by this. His gaze was fixed on the young man, his fists clenched, and he muttered, "The Ming King must not die!"

As the old man channeled his inner energy, making a final effort, he already knew in his heart that medicine could not cure the dead. The Ming King's life force had been severed, and his soul had been scattered. Who could possibly snatch him from the clutches of Yama?

At this point, all we can do is try our best and leave the rest to fate!

……

In a daze.

Mo Bai suddenly felt a piercing pain in his chest, which then spread throughout his body, as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart.

Before he was fully conscious, he faced this intense pain, and his first thought was: "Is even death not an escape?"

No one could give him an answer, but the pain only intensified and became clearer!

Mo Bai found it hard to bear and wanted to cry out in pain to release it.

But subconsciously, he wanted to grit his teeth and bear the pain silently, just like he had done countless times before.

However, this time it seemed different. Before he could muster his strong nerves to resist the pain, he suddenly felt a surge of blood rushing through his chest.

It then rushed straight up to my throat, completely uncontrollable.

"Hmph!" Mo Bai groaned, suddenly opening his eyes. He seemed to see two figures in front of him, but he was too weak to see them clearly before he spat out blood...

Blood splattered everywhere, a horrifying sight.

Mo Bai's eyes, which had just opened, slowly closed again, as if an endless weakness was washing over him...

But his unwavering will kept him from losing consciousness!

He seemed to hear a voice, but Mo Bai was too weak to open his eyes to see who was speaking.

"this……"

"Not dead?"

All of this happened so fast that both the old man and the middle-aged man were instinctively surprised.

He actually survived?

The old man slowly withdrew his right hand, his gaze fixed on Mo Bai's chest, which had begun to rise and fall again. A strange glint flashed in his eyes: "Just now, could it be... that I saw wrong?"

The middle-aged man, however, reacted instantly. A flash of joy crossed his face, followed by a tense expression as he exclaimed, "Master Zhang, quickly check the situation!"

The old man didn't need to be reminded; he had already grasped Mo Bai's hand again and carefully examined his pulse.

In an instant, the old man's expression slowly darkened again. He sighed softly, released Mo Bai's hand, shook his head again, and said in a deep voice, "Although I've caught my breath, the people from Shangqing Mountain really went all out. That palm strike went straight to my heart and lungs; the injury is too severe, I'm afraid..."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face, which had just relaxed, turned ugly again. He slowly said, "If it were a hundred years ago, would Shangqing Mountain have dared to be so arrogant, openly attempting to kill my royal family..."

At this point, his expression turned helpless again, and his voice lowered: "Our nation is currently beset by internal and external troubles. Although His Majesty is working diligently to revitalize the country, the situation is dire. We must proceed cautiously, and to quell external threats, we must first secure internal stability. Now is a crucial moment for His Majesty to quell internal strife, and we still need the assistance of sects like Shangqing Mountain. At this critical juncture, it is not advisable to completely break with Shangqing Mountain; otherwise, the situation will become even more difficult. Master Zhang, the Prince of Ming must not die at the hands of Shangqing Mountain. Otherwise, to protect the dignity of the imperial family, His Majesty will have no choice but to turn against Shangqing Mountain. Therefore, Master Zhang, please, please save the Prince of Ming's life!"

Upon hearing this, the old man's face darkened slightly. Although he had not entered politics, he was not entirely unaware of the current situation.

He couldn't help but feel a little sad. The Great Xia Dynasty, which had dominated the world for more than five hundred years and was so powerful that all sides looked up to it and paid tribute, had actually come to this.

Shangqing Mountain is indeed powerful, but if it were the world back then, and it dared to rebel, the hundreds of thousands of troops of the dynasty could have easily wiped it out.

However, in this world today, the imperial family is in decline, and there are powerful enemies invading our borders, provoking us and encroaching on our territory. At home, powerful ministers are abusing their power, and there are also ambitious wolves who want to rebel and change the world! The feudal lords are more obedient to orders than to proclamations, to the point that even the humble Shangqing Mountain sect, which originally relied on the resources provided by the dynasty for its secluded cultivation, dares to despise the imperial family!

They brazenly disrupted the King's wedding night, and with no mercy, tried to kill him.

However, the royal family was hesitant and dared not launch a major attack...

The old man sighed softly, but he knew in his heart that Chief Zhang meant by saying those words to him because he was worried that he was not doing his best.

Looking at the middle-aged man, he solemnly said, "Chief Zhang, please rest assured. My Zhang family has received imperial favor for generations. Although I am a cultivator, I will not fail the imperial grace given by the dynasty. However, the Ming King's life force is exhausted. Although my wisp of true energy has temporarily protected his life, this is not a long-term solution!"

Chief Zhang, the middle-aged man, remained silent for a moment upon hearing this, then shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Master Zhang, the life and death of the Ming Prince is of utmost importance. You must ensure that he can live for some time to come. It seems that the Lin family has long harbored rebellious intentions, intending to use their daughter to form a marriage alliance with Shangqing Mountain. Although Shangqing Mountain sent people to disrupt the wedding banquet, the Lin family's daughter and the Ming Prince have already sworn brotherhood and registered their marriage, making them a legitimate couple. Therefore, as long as the Ming Prince is alive, even if the Lin family's daughter marries into Shangqing Mountain, it cannot change this fact. Shangqing Mountain will not dare to form a marriage alliance with the Lin family again, otherwise, how can they bear the infamy from the world? Therefore, no matter what, the Ming Prince must continue to live! Please do everything you can to save his life; His Majesty will reward you handsomely!"

The old man smiled bitterly. He knew that what Chief Zhang said was true. Indeed, the Ming King's life was so important. If he could save him, it would be a great achievement, and His Majesty would reward him handsomely. Even if he lost some of his vital energy, it would be absolutely worth it. However, he could only shake his head helplessly and say, "Chief Zhang, medicine cannot cure the dead. The Ming King's life force is indeed exhausted. Although my true energy can preserve his vital energy for a while, it cannot truly save his life. Even if I use up all my cultivation, his body must be able to withstand it."

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