"So, Pan Hong survived?" The Emperor asked, looking at the people below.
"Your Majesty, according to reports, he survived. The city's doctors went to see him and his pulse is stable. However, I heard that his hamstrings have been severed, so even if he survives, I'm afraid he'll never be able to stand again."
Upon hearing this, the Emperor was silent for a mont, and then said, "Have the Imperial Physicians go to the Pan Manor again and see for themselves. No matter what, they must heal his injuries."
"Yes," the man below replied, bowing before stepping down.
After a while, the Emperor looked at the old man hidden in the shadows and asked, "What do you think is going on? Last night, when I went to see Pan Hong, I clearly saw that his breathing was very weak and he really looked like he was going to die. But today, I heard that he survived?"
The old man walked out from the shadows, his hands folded in front of him, his body leaning slightly forward. He said respectfully, "The city's doctors and the Imperial Physicians in the Palace all ca to the sa diagnosis. Moreover, the injuries affected the lungs and they could not be healed with ordinary dicine. Now that Pan Hong has survived, it is evident that after Your Majesty left, he must have taken so immortal dicine that preserved his life."
"Immortal dicine?"
The Emperor was montarily taken aback and looked at him, hesitatingly saying, "In this world, is there really immortal dicine?" He didn't believe in the rumours that circulated outside, that he was protected by the true dragon. He had only went there briefly last night, and even if there really was so true dragon protecting him, it wouldn't protect Pan Hong.
The old man's gaze flickered slightly, as if he had rembered sothing. He said slowly, "In this world, there are immortals, and naturally there are also immortal dicines. However, unless we have great good fortune, even if an immortal appeared before us, we would not recognise their true form."
"Oh?"
Hearing him say this, he beca interested and asked, "Could it be that you have seen one? Is such immortals really as powerful as legend has it? Can they fly through the air, move mountains and overturn the sea, and never die?"
The old man smiled and said, "I dare not hide it from Your Majesty, when I was four or five years old, I saw an immortal in white flying on a sword. I still vividly rember it till today."
"Are there really immortals in this world?" The Emperor's eyes widened with excitent, unable to hide his emotions. "Where did you et the immortal? Why have you never ntioned such a matter before?"
No one knew how excited and expectant the Emperor felt that day. Hearing the story of immortals for the first ti, and having a trusted person confirm the existence of immortals in this world with his own mouth, his heart could not help but race.
Immortals! They were a presence that cannot be compared to imperial power. Even though he is the supre ruler of the empire, his lifespan was only a hundred years. He may not even live to be a hundred years old. After all, ordinary people rarely live past sixty or seventy, let alone a hundred years.
He was in a high position, with power and influence in his hands, and naturally hoped that he could live an endless life, as long as the heavens. If there were immortals to help him, or if they could give him a dicinal pill that could increase his lifespan, then...
Thinking of this, his heart suddenly beca agitated, and a thought ford vaguely in his mind...
On the other side, in the Pan family.
As Pan Hong's condition had stabilised, the Pan family was also relieved. After all, for them, Pan Hong being alive was better than anything else.
After arranging the affairs of the household, Pan Ning returned to the courtyard to rest, while thinking about whether or not to talk to Hao'er about this matter.
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