The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Ten: The King Cries Out in Pain, "My Chest Aches!"

"Do we really need to prepare the medicine..." Master Zhang had actually been thinking about this matter just now, and it was certainly not something he said casually before Chief Zhang left.

But upon hearing Zhang Bangli order him to prepare medicine for the Ming King, Master Zhang couldn't help but feel a jolt. He hesitated immediately, then said with utmost caution, "Chief Zhang, in my opinion, the Ming King's chances of survival are indeed slim. However, there are many skilled and extraordinary individuals in the world of medicine. It's not uncommon for someone on the verge of death to escape unscathed. Although I am powerless to help, the Ming King may not truly be without hope. But if this medicine is administered, then I'm afraid..."

Upon hearing this, Chief Zhang slowly turned around and looked at Master Zhang, as if he had seen through what Master Zhang was thinking. He sighed softly and said, "Master Zhang, there is no need to belittle yourself. Even you are helpless. How can the Ming King have any hope of survival? Rather than clinging to life like this, the Ming King would be better off securing a few days of peace and enjoying the company of his father and mother. That way, he can leave in peace."

Master Zhang glanced at the Mingwang on the bed, his face ashen, and sighed inwardly, "If this Mingwang knew about this, he probably wouldn't be at ease!"

However, he actually preferred to know about this matter sooner, otherwise, he would naturally be unwilling to exhaust all his cultivation to save the Ming King's life.

However, it was necessary to clarify the matter. After all, the Prince Ming was His Majesty's own son, with a noble status. If he didn't treat the Prince Ming's orders with utmost care, wouldn't it seem like he was being too disrespectful? Having already made his gesture, he nodded solemnly and asked, "Is there a personal order from His Majesty?"

Zhang Bangli immediately took out the Emperor's personal decree and handed it to Zhang Danshi. His expression turned solemn, and he bowed towards the palace, saying with great sorrow, "The Prince Ming is Your Majesty's own son, and you love him dearly. However, the country is in chaos now, and the slightest disturbance could lead to widespread turmoil. We, your humble servants, should share Your Majesty's burdens and serve you with utmost devotion. Yet, Your Majesty has no choice but to make this painful decision for the safety of the millions of people. This is truly an unforgivable sin on our part..."

At this point, he bowed deeply to the palace with tears in his eyes!

Master Zhang also looked grief-stricken, and bowed deeply in a Taoist gesture.

Both men looked utterly ashamed to live, as if their lord had disgraced them and they would rather die than live in dishonor.

A moment later, Chief Zhang stood up, composed himself, and looked at Master Zhang, saying, "His Majesty is benevolent and does not blame us, yet he has entrusted us with this heavy responsibility. We must not fail His Majesty's grace!"

"Please rest assured, Chief Zhang, I will go and prepare the medicine right away. I will certainly not fail in my duty to the Emperor!" Master Zhang bowed.

"Alright, the necessary medicinal materials have been secretly dispatched from the palace to Prince Ming's residence. I entrust Master Zhang with the task of saving Prince Ming's life for three days!" Zhang Bangli concluded.

A moment later, watching Zhang Danshi's departing figure, Zhang Bangli's eyes gleamed, and he muttered, "This matter is kept secret, Zhang Danshi..."

However, after a slight pause, he couldn't help but shake his head bitterly: "It seems that this alchemist is not a pedantic person. Since he dares to do such a thing, he must have a backup plan to save his life... Well, since His Majesty sent him here, he must be able to guarantee his loyalty."

After saying this, Chief Zhang did not look at the person on the bed again. After a slight glint in his eyes, he went out, presumably to report to the palace.

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When everything calmed down, Mo Bai opened his eyes. Compared to before, he was clearly in much better spirits. If Zhang Danshi, who had just left, had seen this scene, he would have been shocked.

He had just checked on the Ming King's condition, which was already on the verge of death, and he had to expend a great deal of his energy to save him. How could this scene possibly happen?

However, he naturally did not know that if Mo Bai had not been concerned about his vital energy, he would not have been "unconscious" until now, and it seemed that he was about to face a life-or-death situation.

This time, although Mo Bai's expression remained calm, his eyes were clearly filled with a flood of thoughts compared to before.

"Even if I say I can live, my father will never believe me. Instead, he will harbor resentment because I already know the truth. He might even force me to drink the medicine for the sake of his noble image..." Lightning flashed in Mo Bai's eyes.

Given his current condition, even if he recuperates on his own, it's not something he can truly recover in a short time.

He shook his head, not having time to think about it anymore; the most important thing right now was how to deal with the situation.

A series of glints flashed in his eyes once more. His lifelong medical skills, while not quite unparalleled, could certainly be described as legendary.

He instantly recognized dozens of the formulas for "returning to one's senses" that the alchemist had mentioned.

Even though he has arrived here, he is still unaware of the specific environment. However, the essence remains the same: these pill formulas must contain a large number of potent medicinal ingredients, combined using secret recipes.

Given his current weakened state, if he were to take this medicine and exhaust his potential, the consequences would be predictable.

"Based on the concentration of spiritual energy I sensed while meditating, it's clearly much better than on Earth. Forced refining..." Mo Bai thought to himself.

But he also knew that this was absolutely impossible. He wondered whether he should take a risk and gamble on whether he could refine it.

But he quickly dismissed the idea: "If I had a year more, even with the potency of this medicine, I might not be afraid. But now, I'm like a candle flickering in the wind; I can't afford to gamble!"

He was extremely confident in his medical skills, considering how prosperous the five thousand years of medical civilization on Earth had been in his previous life.

Although many traditions have been lost in the long river of history, his master, even in the degenerate age of the earth, has reached the realm of a true person and has an extremely extraordinary status. He has traveled to famous mountains and ancient temples and is respected by many ancient families. Therefore, he has learned from the strengths of many schools and can be called the pinnacle in the art of medicine.

Although Mo Bai is young, he has remarkable talent. Moreover, because of his pure mind, he dares not say that he has surpassed his teacher, but he can definitely be called a master.

He didn't know what the current situation was like, but Master Zhang was helpless with his condition and could only use his true energy to keep his breath from falling. Mo Bai then understood that if he were on Earth, no one could cure such an injury, but that didn't mean they didn't know how to treat it. Rather, they were limited by the fact that they had the prescription but the spiritual medicine had disappeared.

Even so, without using true qi to save his life, many masters could keep him alive temporarily. Considering his previous life, he was born with a terminal illness and his yang qi was insufficient, which was a sign of certain death, yet he managed to survive for thirty years, which shows the extent of his condition.

"Hoo..." Mo Bai exhaled a long breath, his eyes flashing wildly: "I can't find out what kind of medicine Master Zhang used, and I have to take it, but there is a universal elixir that can neutralize the properties of any medicine, giving me a chance to survive. Moreover... if my calculations are correct, given the extremely high concentration of spiritual energy in the world, the medicine Master Zhang used must be exceptionally precious, and its properties will indeed be effective for me!"

But then a thought flashed in his eyes: in the end, since he couldn't do anything himself, even if he had ideas, he needed someone to help him.

"I have to try. If it really doesn't work, I really won't take this medicine. You can't just stab me right now, can you? If that's the case, I have nothing to say. I've already survived the worst of times, so what's there to be afraid of? But as long as you give me time, I can always find another opportunity!" Mo Bai's eyes hardened, no longer hesitant.

"Ah..." Without the slightest hesitation, he let out a scream, an intense pain emanating from his mouth.

Although the voice was weak, it was still loud enough for the person outside the door to hear, and their heart tightened.

Sure enough, after only a slight pause, a loud shout came from outside the door: "Oh no, it's His Highness! Go in and see!"

Then came a flurry of footsteps, and the door was immediately pushed open. Several soldiers rushed in, their eyes fixed warily on the scene inside.

Before he could even react, he heard a heart-wrenching cry of pain coming from the bed: "Ah... Someone, my chest hurts so much!"