"My lord..."
Ever since leaving the Huang Mansion, Yu Ji had been limping behind Fang Yu, and now suddenly spoke.
"What's the matter?" Fang Yu asked cheerfully, without turning his head.
Yu Ji lowered his head: "...It's us who held you back."
They were here to assist the new Minister, not to be a burden.
As specialized combat personnel, they hadn't contributed much in battle and had even been saved by Fang Yu. For Yu Ji, it was a blow to his dignity.
He might not be as competent as the Minister, but he couldn't be a burden to the Minister.
Lu Qiaochun also looked apologetically at Fang Yu. She was in better shape, since she had only been besieged by a large number of low-level Martial Artists, and her condition was healthier than Yu Ji.
"It's just a minor mishap. Why, are you thinking of quitting? Today, we're going to be very busy."
Fang Yu said with a smile.
These words brought Yu Ji and Lu Qiaochun to exchange a glance. They had indeed considered quitting, but since Fang Yu said so, they gritted their teeth and decided to keep up with the new Minister's pace!
"My lord! What's the next target!"
"My lord, we can still fight!"
The next target? The next target, naturally is...
Fang Yu looked into the distance, at the high-temperature district emitting rolling steam, Thunder City's famous Martial Forge!
...
An Mansion.
"Thank you Divine Doctor Ding for coming to see ... cough cough cough!"
Ye Danshan stood up to express gratitude but couldn't help covering her mouth with a handkerchief, coughing a few tis.
Opening the handkerchief, it was already stained with crimson.
"Miss?!"
Xue Yunting, who had just brought in freshly brewed dicine soup, was shocked at the sight.
She quickly put down the soup and went to tend to Ye Danshan.
"I'm fine..."
Monk Quan Heng observed Ye Danshan, whose condition had worsened considerably since his departure, and his brow furrowed slightly.
His gaze fell on Ding Hui, who had opened the lid of the pot containing the dicine soup without permission.
Ding Hui gestured like a fan, wafted the scent of the rising steam towards his nose for a sniff, then dipped a finger into the soup and tasted it before spilling the steaming concoction onto the ground.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
The soup poured onto the floor, imdiately catching the attention of maid Xue Yunting.
"What are you doing!"
Xue Yunting was nervous.
The soup had been brewed for two whole hours according to the dicinal materials and thod provided by An Mansion's Doctor!
Although it hadn't cured Miss's illness, every ti she drank it, her condition improved sowhat.
Seeing Miss coughing blood now, Xue Yunting was eager to cool the dicine soup for Miss to drink, but Ding Hui had poured it onto the floor!
Angry enough to tremble, she was stopped by Ye Danshan grabbing her wrist.
"Don't act rashly!"
After calming Xue Yunting, Ye Danshan looked towards Ding Hui.
"Divine Doctor Ding, is there sothing wrong with this dicine soup?"
She was the first Doctor they encountered upon entering the city, and probably the one most likely to cure her illness in the entire Thunder City!
Unfortunately, she missed the opportunity then; upon arriving at An Mansion, she faced restrictions everywhere, and her condition continued to worsen.
"No."
When faced with Ye Danshan's question, Ding Hui answered promptly without any hesitation.
"Then why did you spill the soup!"
Xue Yunting couldn't help but question on behalf of her mistress.
Ding Hui's gaze, coldly directed at the two won.
"Because if she continued drinking it, your mistress would surely die."
"Amitabha."
Monk Quan Heng, at this mont, also stood up from his seat and respectfully addressed Ding Hui: "Master Ding, please save this poor soul. May Buddha be rciful..."
Before Monk Quan Heng could finish, Ding Hui already interrupted.
"Your Buddha has nothing to do with , but out of regard for my husband's relations with you, I'll save this person."
"Excellent, excellent!"
Monk Quan Heng revealed a satisfied smile.
No matter the reason, saving a life is enough.
Ding Hui then pointed at the pool of spilled dicine on the ground and continued.
"An Mansion's Doctors are capable, but only capable. This soup they've concocted can suppress your condition for a while, but a person's tolerance to dicine has limits. If the combination of dicinal materials in the soup isn't altered in ti, it's only a matter of ti before it becos ineffective for you."
"However, as I said, An Mansion's Doctors are capable. Considering your condition, you must have survived this long because the dicinal combination has changed several tis. Still, ultimately, it only delays death. Suppressing your illness in this manner will eventually lead to an outbreak. Then, your slow inevitable demise will turn into an excruciating episode of suffering, followed by sudden death."
"Judging by the components of this soup, both in quantity and potency, they are getting heavier, aning your condition is reaching the limit they can control. I'm afraid you won't last many more days."
Ding Hui's words left maid Xue Yunting both terrified and anxious!
Because what Ding Hui said corresponded exactly with what she had secretly investigated.
The prescriptions from those Doctors were changed to a new batch every other day.
Initially, Xue Yunting thought these Doctors at An Mansion were constantly adjusting the dication in search of the best treatnt thod.
Later, when she took the prescriptions to the warehouse for dicinal materials, the expression of the Steward who saw them changed quite strangely.
That expression wasn't like being asked for rare materials, but rather materials too astonishing.
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