The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter Eleven: Ah Jiu arrives, addressing him as Sixth Master.

The screams were so agonizing that the soldiers who had entered immediately felt their eyelids twitch. Without hesitation, after confirming that there was no danger from outside, they looked directly at the bed.

Just as everyone glanced over, they saw the figure on the bed tilt their head back and spit out a mouthful of blood...

Before they could even react, the bright red stain on the bed curtains caused the soldiers' faces to change drastically.

"Your Highness..." A soldier who seemed to be the leader shouted and rushed toward the bedside.

The Ming King, who had just screamed in agony, was now deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at the blood he had vomited on the gauze curtain, his body convulsing.

Without a doubt, even if he wasn't a physician, the soldier could clearly sense that the King was near death upon seeing him.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." The soldier felt a cold sweat break out all over his body. He dared not touch His Highness, so he could only shout a few times.

But the King of Light was no longer able to react; even his cries of pain seemed powerless, and his lips were only opening and closing erratically.

"Quick, quick, go call the alchemist! The King of Light! The King of Light is in danger..." The soldier finally reacted, turned around abruptly, and roared wildly at the door, his body trembling.

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The wise king is in grave danger!

These four words were enough to instantly shatter the stability of the Ming Prince's Mansion.

The Ming King's status is too noble. If he is really in danger, the soldiers guarding this place will definitely not fare well. At least, they can forget about their current treatment from now on.

In this era that had not yet escaped feudalism, the concept of innocence did not exist.

The soldiers didn't understand so many concerns, and the news quickly began to spread with the pale-faced soldiers who ran frantically to find the alchemist.

"Quick, where's the alchemist?"

"Over here, over here, quick!"

"Quickly report to your superior, the King is in grave danger..."

The silence was broken, and a cacophony arose.

Besides the soldiers, the people in the Ming Prince's mansion were undoubtedly the most terrified. That night, the Ming Prince's mansion was under control, but who dared to actually sleep?

When the commotion arose, many people felt a chill run down their spines. Some, unable to bear the fright, immediately knelt down and prayed to God to protect the King of Light.

It wasn't out of concern, but rather because many of them were still servants in the Prince's household!

Even though the practice of implicating relatives and friends is no longer prevalent, how could the royal family not vent their anger on those who failed to protect their master?

However, within the Ming Prince's residence, there were indeed people who genuinely cared for the Ming Prince.

At that moment, in a storage room, a boy who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old heard the exclamations outside. He suddenly jumped up from the room, tears streaming down his face, and cried out, "Sixth Master..."

Hearing the sound, he disregarded the prohibition and rushed out of the room, heading straight for the Ming King without caring about anything else.

"Sixth Master, you can't be hurt, you can't be hurt!" The boy, dressed in gray linen clothes and flat cloth shoes, ran and cried all the way.

He was spotted by the soldiers not far away, but the soldiers were in a state of disarray. Their attention was focused on the alchemist who had not yet arrived. They were all looking around, and the scene was somewhat chaotic. They did not stop the crying boy.

Seeing him cry so miserably, everyone was thrown into a state of panic!

"Stop!" But as they approached, some remembered their duty and shouted them off.

"Sixth Master, Sixth Master, you can't be hurt..." the boy cried out as he rushed forward, his appearance was truly pitiful.

At this, a soldier nearby stammered, "Could it be that the King of Light... the King of Light has already..."

Upon hearing this, the guards who were about to intercept him were immediately jolted, their faces turning even paler, while the boy had already run past their guards.

The soldiers behind, seeing that the boy was allowed to pass, were also confused about what was going on, and they actually stopped trying to stop him.

This young man miraculously made his way through the heavy guards to the Ming King's tent.

The soldier leader under the tent was still there, nervously watching the Ming King's breath, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, when he heard staggering footsteps behind him and a child's crying voice: "Sixth Master, Sixth Master, it's me, A-Jiu..."

"How dare you! Who let you in?" The soldier leader was extremely nervous when he saw this person running over and immediately shouted at him.

He turned around and kicked out.

With a crisp "boom," the boy was sent flying by the kick. After landing heavily, blood was visible at the corner of his mouth, demonstrating the ferocity of the kick.

"Cough cough cough..." The young man couldn't get up for a moment, coughing violently, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. But even as tears and snot streamed down his face, he still managed to utter a weak voice: "Sixth Master, you can't die!"

A glint of light flashed in Mo Bai's eyes, which had been filled with terror. He turned his head and saw the boy coughing, unable to stand up, but still trying to crawl towards him.

"Men, give him to me..." The soldier leader was furious and ordered him to be executed.

"A-Jiu..." However, Mo Bai's weak voice suddenly rang in his ears. He didn't have time to pay attention to the boy and hurriedly looked towards the bed.

"Sixth Master, Ah Jiu is here! You're not dead! You're not dead..." The young man seemed to have heard this voice as well, and cried out in pain again.

"Your Highness, hold on! The alchemist is coming soon. You must hold on..." The soldier leader could no longer restrain Ajiu and muttered anxiously.

Mo Bai had no time to care about him. All the events that had happened since A Jiu came in flashed through his mind.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, then his pupils began to dilate again, just as hurried footsteps approached from the doorway.

It was Zhang Danshi who arrived, his forehead beaded with sweat. Before he even entered the room, he ran into Chief Zhang, whose expression had also changed drastically, as they arrived together.

"Look at the King of Light first!" Before the two could even exchange greetings, Chief Zhang gave a low shout.

Master Zhang didn't say much. Although he was old, he moved much faster than Chief Zhang and entered the room and reached the bedside in an instant.

He immediately noticed the new bloodstains on the gauze curtain. His face darkened, but he didn't need to investigate the King's condition any further. Without saying a word, he used all his power to extend the King's life once again.

When Chief Zhang arrived at the bedside, wisps of white mist were already rising from Master Zhang's head.

"Sir!" The soldiers and officers saluted immediately!

"What's going on?" Chief Zhang's face was grim, but he didn't raise his voice. Instead, he lowered his voice and whispered.

"Just now, I was standing guard outside the door..." he began to report.

However, Chief Zhang waved his hand, glanced at Zhang Danshi who was practicing his internal energy, then looked closely at the Ming Wang who looked like a dead man, and then turned to look at the noise outside. He was secretly angry and said in a deep voice, "Follow me!"

Even with Master Zhang here, he can't help. Moreover, judging from Master Zhang's appearance, this won't be a quick matter. The outside world must be kept under control, and the news must not be allowed to leak out.

At this time, Ah Jiu was left unattended.

He slowly curled up in a corner, enduring the pain in his chest, tears streaming down his face, and knelt on the ground, clasping his hands together in prayer to God.

Soon, the outside quieted down again, but inside, Master Zhang was soon soaked in sweat and his face was deathly pale.

When Chief Zhang entered again, his gaze finally fell on A-Jiu, who was kneeling on the ground bowing. His brows furrowed immediately, and he was about to reprimand her: "You..."

But suddenly a weak, but extremely painful cough interrupted him.

Chief Zhang immediately turned his head and saw that Master Zhang was slowly finishing his practice, while the Ming King on the bed was coughing.

Without thinking twice, he rushed over and asked, "How is Master Zhang?"

Zhang Danshi appeared to be exhausted, but he still managed to grasp Ming Wang's arm and, without even taking a breath, began to take his pulse.

He released her hand immediately, nodded slightly to Chief Zhang, and said, "She's alright for now!"

Sweat beaded on General Zhang's brow, a testament to his extreme nervousness. He nodded, about to say something, when a voice came from the bed: "Ah, this king is in pain..."

His voice was weak, but Chief Zhang's eyes flashed, and he exchanged a glance with Alchemist Zhang before saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Alchemist!"

Master Zhang naturally understood that this meant he needed to prepare the medicine quickly and not delay.

"Chief Zhang!" Master Zhang said softly, but did not speak. Chief Zhang understood and nodded.

Ignoring the King of Ming, who was crying out in pain on the bed, the two went out the door.

But the moment they stepped out, Mo Bai suddenly paused, his gaze fixed on A Jiu, and waved to him.

Ajiu knelt on the ground, staring at Mingwang. She was stunned to see Mingwang, who had just been crying out in pain, suddenly do this.

However, upon seeing Mo Bai's expression, she quickly scrambled to her feet and ran towards him, crying, "Sixth Master, you're alright..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Bai gave him a stern look and waved his hand at him.

Mo Bai glanced at the door and saw that the sky was just beginning to lighten. The two people clearly did not want to talk and let him hear them, so they walked a little further away.

Faintly, one could still hear voices talking, but the sounds were indistinct.

Mo Bai knew without a doubt that after this incident, he would never be separated from anyone again.

The only chance is to tell Ah Jiu what's going on in this gap.

Although he wasn't entirely confident, Ah Jiu's arrival was, to be honest, a pleasant surprise for him, much better than the plans he had made out of desperation.

Moreover, everything that happened after Ajiu came in showed that he was one of their own, which gave Mo Bai some confidence. The next question was whether Ajiu was clever or not.

"A-Jiu, I have an important matter to entrust to you. It must be kept secret from everyone. Can you do that?"

Ah Jiu was still a little stunned; Sixth Master's change was too great.

Mo Bai didn't care about his current state. Having no other choice, he waved his hand to make him come closer.

"No time to say more, just listen..."