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Zhao Jing's nightmare had just awoken, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of cold sweat. In his dream, he saw his mother die. She had once been young and ignorant, but now, she would regret it for the rest of her life. It was a regret that she would never be able to make up for in her entire life.

"Your Majesty? What happened to the emperor? Did you have a nightmare? " Wei Shuge lifted Zhao Jing up in a hurry and poured him a cup of water to give to him. The two of them stared at Zhao Jing, afraid that he would make a mistake.

Zhao Yuannan worriedly looked at Zhao Jing who was drinking, "Could there be a problem with the Imperial Hospital's antidote?"

The Gu in her body could be used to cure the poison, but she had not told Zhao Yuannan, only Wei Shuge knew about it! Compared to Zhao Yuannan, Zhao Jing believed in him more. In Wei Shuge's eyes, Zhao Jing did not see any desire, but Zhao Yuannan was different. No matter what time, the hatred in Zhao Yuannan's heart was enough for him to do something that exceeded reason. As a result, there were many times where Zhao Jing did not dare to easily tell Zhao Yuannan the truth, in case someone took advantage of him.

There was no room for mistakes on this path.

"There shouldn't be a problem with the antidote. It was the poison that Regent found in the murderer's room, an antidote that was refined using the hands of all the imperial doctors in Imperial Hospital. If there's any problem with the antidote, then all of the imperial physicians from Imperial Hospital will be punished, so they will not dare be rash! " Wei Shuge helped Zhao Jing.

Zhao Yuannan nodded his head, "That's true, if there is a problem with the antidote, then our Imperial Hospital will not escape our grasp." Thinking for a moment, he continued, "Your Majesty must be too tired, so I guess that's all! Your Majesty, there have been a lot of things that have happened recently. There's still a long road ahead, and I have to eat my fill. I can't be impatient! "

Zhao Jing laughed in return, and handed over the cup in his hand. She let out a long breath, feeling a little choked up in her heart, "It's not that I want to overthink things, it's just that I suddenly feel a little bored!"

The sound of the storm came from outside as Zhao Jing frowned slightly.

Wei Shuge quickly went to close the window, "It's raining!" The wind and the rain were not weak, causing the flowers, plants, and trees outside the window to sway wildly, and leaves to fall onto the ground. Closing the window, Wei Shuge remembered that when Ye Qing left, it was also on such a rainy day. As expected, a rainy day was very suitable for him to let his imagination run wild, so Wei Shuge did not like it.

The heavy rain lapped against the window, creating "pa pa pa" sounds. It caused people to feel a wave of annoyance.

Zhao Jing was no longer asleep, he was quietly sitting inside his Imperial Study, staring at the yellow scroll in his hand without even looking at it. It was almost dusk, and dinner would be served soon. The days of rain and wind made him feel clammy.

Wei Shuge took the Lotus Nut Tea and walked forward, "Your majesty, drink some water to calm your heart, your servant can see that your mind is unsettled, and appears to be..."

Before he even finished speaking, Zhao Yuannan was already rolling and crawling into the room. He tripped on the doorstep and fell to the ground. When he raised his head, his face was covered with tears and his face was as pale as paper. He looked terrified.

"What's going on?" Wei Shuge hastily held Zhao Yuannan up.

"Your majesty, your majesty. Something big has happened, something big has happened!"

Wei Shuge immediately closed the Imperial Study door, and his heart became heavy.

"The Noble Heir has been found, and is also severely injured. This is a mystery of life and death!" Zhao Yuannan's entire body was drenched, he could not tell whether it was tears or rain, only that his voice was trembling slightly, obviously he was extremely afraid.

"What did you say?" Zhao Jing was overwhelmed with shock. In an instant, he felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head.

Zhao Yuannan wiped the water off his face. "Your Majesty, Noble Heir is severely injured, I'm afraid … He was afraid … It's almost over! "

Zhao Jing's face turned white, he walked out of the Imperial Study, "Where are you now?"

"He's currently being sent to the palace's Imperial Hospital, just waiting for the imperial physician … An amazing hand returns to Spring! " Zhao Yuannan quickly chased after him.

The cold wind and the rain were very cold on his face. Zhao Jing couldn't help but shiver, covering his lips as he violently coughed. She coughed so hard that all she could do was to hold onto the pillar as she panted frantically.

"Your majesty?" Wei Shuge became anxious, "Please take care of yourself, I am afraid you will catch a cold after eating the wind. Your majesty, look carefully at the dragon's body! "

Zhao Jing squinted as he looked at the rain and wind outside the eaves, "Let's go to the Imperial Hospital!"

If Cui Nanshan was currently in Imperial Hospital, then there would be no need to worry. With Cui Nanshan's medical skills, he could definitely ensure Zhong Fu's death, but it was hard to say what would happen now. At the time, Zhou Zhiji was too late. When Zhou Zhiji arrived, he was fighting with the man but he was obviously not a match. The other party's martial arts were very strange. Almost all the soldiers Ao Guanglin brought along were knocked down, their eyes filled with blood.

The other party's attack was fast, accurate and ruthless. The road had already sealed Zhong Fu's wound, but fresh blood still flowed out from it, continuously seeping out from the gaps between his fingers. Even the passersby panicked. Other than shouting "save me", they really didn't know what to say.

Zhou Zhiji was pushed aside by the person's palm. Seeing that the other party was about to attack Zhong Fu's throat again, Zhou Zhiji did not care about anything else as he crazily rushed forward. If the sword really stabbed down again, Zhong Fu would definitely die. If Zhong Fu died in the capital, Zhong Changtian would definitely rebel and turn the entire Da Xia Kingdom into a mess. Therefore, Zhou Zhiji would rather die than let Zhong Fu suffer another blow.

However, just as Zhou Zhiji was certain that he would die, that sword strike seemed slow. When he turned back again, he found Dongfang Weiming standing there coldly.

Outsiders rarely saw Dongfang Weiming make a move, and those that did, did not have much of a good ending, or at least, were close to death. Zhou Zhiji had followed Dongfang Weiming for so many years, yet they hardly ever saw him make a move. But this time, Dongfang Weiming finally made a move for the sake of the Da Xia Empire's new land.

The other party had obviously not expected Dongfang Weiming's martial arts to be so profound.

Victory or defeat lay in that one and half moves when experts fought. It was obvious when one looked around. If there was no decisive battle, the assassin naturally wouldn't dare to stay any longer. If he stayed, he would only reveal his identity, and he would be in danger of being captured.

In fact, Dongfang Weiming was not completely sure that he could catch him. This person's martial arts was extraordinarily high, and his movements were exceptionally strange. It didn't seem like the martial arts path of the Central Plains, but rather …

Just as Dongfang Weiming was hesitating, the black clothed man leapt out, taking the chance to disappear as the rain fell.

"Thank you, Regent!" Ao Guanglin's mouth was filled with blood, he was naturally heavily injured, and even when he stood up, he was swaying unsteadily. He stumbled and threw himself in front of Zhong Fu, causing Ao Guanglin's entire body to tremble, "Noble Heir? Noble Heir! Your Highness! "

"Master?" Zhou Zhiji panicked.

"Your injuries are too severe, send me back to Imperial Hospital!" Dongfang Weiming decisively shouted coldly.

Ao Guanglin was stunned, "Enter the palace? "No way!"

"Do I want him dead or alive?" Dongfang Weiming squinted his dangerous eyes, the killing intent around him still lingering.

In the end, Ao Guanglin had released them. Only if Noble Heir was alive could they live. Otherwise, if anything happens to the Noble Heir, they won't be able to live! Although entering the palace was equivalent to exposing himself, the person in front of him was a Regent. Even if his identity was exposed, Dongfang Weiming would definitely have the ability to make a full circle around him.

Thinking about it till this point, Ao Guanglin only had one request, "This general must follow His Highness!"

"As you wish!" Dongfang Weiming turned around with a flick of his sleeve.

The most troublesome thing was Zhong Fu's identity, so the others were not important at all. At present, there was still a question of whether he could keep Zhong Fu alive! Without Cui Nanshan's Imperial Hospital, would he still be able to save lives?

Zhong Fu's arrival caused the entire Imperial Hospital to become chaotic. Although no one mentioned Zhong Fu's identity, the fact that the Regent himself had sent someone over was still a bloody mess. It could be seen that this person's identity was extraordinary. The bloodstained general had even said that if this person was not saved, the entire Imperial Hospital would accompany him in death! These words were not something that an ordinary person could say. Thus, the crowd was even more certain that this matter was not trivial.

Seeing Zhong Fu's injury, Xiao Yuan was also shocked. A wound like this could really be described as a narrow escape. He immediately had his men inform the Qianyuan Hall, and that was how Zhao Yuannan came to report while crying.

Zhong Fu's blood had already dyed all of his clothes completely red. It took a lot of effort to cut it open with scissors. Waiting for everyone to wash Zhong Fu's wounds, they were all so scared that their faces had turned white. Inside the Imperial Hospital, a large group of people kneeled down, but they were helpless.

The wound was right on his heart, penetrating through his heart. Even the deities of the Great Firmament had no way to do so. Unless someone could live to the bones, there was no way to save him. But he was afraid that this young master's identity was noble, and that the Regent had personally sent someone to deliver him, or that he could not be saved, or that he would implicate the entire Imperial Hospital. In this way, everyone was naturally anxious and worried, afraid that they would lose their heads.

"Save me! You guys save me! " Ao Guanglin roared, "You bunch of trash, why aren't you saving them? Save them! "

Xiao Yuan was the first to go forward and take the Gold Sore Medicine and Hemostasis Powder to bandage Zhong Fu's wounds. With a silver needle in hand, stopping the bleeding was always a good idea. Whether or not he could save her would depend on Zhong Fu's fate!

"Can it be saved? Can you live? " Ao Guanglin grabbed Xiao Yuan's lapels, "Speak! Say something! "

"It's hard to say!" Xiao Yuan could only speak the truth.

Hearing that, Ao Guanglin became anxious, "What do you mean it's hard to say? If he doesn't survive, all of you will die! "

"This official can only try his best!" Xiao Yuan's face was pale and his hand that was holding the silver needle was trembling slightly. Even though he had experienced the world, there was no one who wasn't afraid of death. The ferocious expression of the general in front of him was enough to strike fear in the hearts of others.

Outside, a loud shout could be heard, "The emperor has arrived!"

Only then did Xiao Yuan's heart drop back into his stomach. Since the Emperor had come, this meant that this person's identity was definitely not ordinary. However, with the Emperor here, it might not affect anyone from the entire Imperial Hospital.

With a cold face, Zhao Jing entered the door. Before he even had the time to take off the cape on his body, he had already walked to the sickbed and anxiously looked at Zhong Fu, whose face was ashen, whose eyes were tightly shut. The last time he had seen it, he was still drinking from the Yuncui House. But who would have thought that this time, he would actually be lying down here, a difference from a dead person's last breath. Zhao Jing's breathing became hurried, and his face changed, "Why is it like this?"

She immediately turned her head to look at Xiao Yuan, "Quickly save him!"

Xiao Yuan bowed, "In reply to your majesty, I have done everything I should. The wound is an inch to the left of my mind, although I did not die on the spot, I have lost too much blood. This humble subject suspects that the wound is poisoned, and I fear that the consequences will be dire."

"Tempered poison?" Zhao Jing suddenly stood up, and his eyes widened in shock.

What was the odds?

Zhong Fu, will he die?!