"My lord..."
Ever since leaving the Huang Mansion, Yu Ji had been limping behind Fang Yu, and now suddenly spoke.
"Whatâs the matter?" Fang Yu asked cheerfully, without turning his head.
Yu Ji lowered his head: "...Itâs us who held you back."
They were here to assist the new Minister, not to be a burden.
As specialized combat personnel, they hadnât 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 couldnât 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.
"Itâs just a minor mishap. Why, are you thinking of quitting? Today, weâre 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 Ministerâs pace!
"My lord! Whatâs 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 Cityâs famous Martial Forge!
...
An Mansion.
"Thank you Divine Doctor Ding for coming to see me... cough cough cough!"
Ye Danshan stood up to express gratitude but couldnât help covering her mouth with a handkerchief, coughing a few times.
Opening the handkerchief, it was already stained with crimson.
"Miss?!"
Xue Yunting, who had just brought in freshly brewed medicine soup, was shocked at the sight.
She quickly put down the soup and went to tend to Ye Danshan.
"Iâm 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 medicine 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, immediately 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 medicinal materials and method provided by An Mansionâs Doctor!
Although it hadnât cured Missâs illness, every time she drank it, her condition improved somewhat.
Seeing Miss coughing blood now, Xue Yunting was eager to cool the medicine 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.
"Donât act rashly!"
After calming Xue Yunting, Ye Danshan looked towards Ding Hui.
"Divine Doctor Ding, is there something wrong with this medicine 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 Danshanâs question, Ding Hui answered promptly without any hesitation.
"Then why did you spill the soup!"
Xue Yunting couldnât help but question on behalf of her mistress.
Ding Huiâs gaze, coldly directed at the two women.
"Because if she continued drinking it, your mistress would surely die."
"Amitabha."
Monk Quan Heng, at this moment, also stood up from his seat and respectfully addressed Ding Hui: "Master Ding, please save this poor soul. May Buddha be merciful..."
Before Monk Quan Heng could finish, Ding Hui already interrupted.
"Your Buddha has nothing to do with me, but out of regard for my husbandâs relations with you, Iâll 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 medicine on the ground and continued.
"An Mansionâs Doctors are capable, but only capable. This soup theyâve concocted can suppress your condition for a while, but a personâs tolerance to medicine has limits. If the combination of medicinal materials in the soup isnât altered in time, itâs only a matter of time before it becomes ineffective for you."
"However, as I said, An Mansionâs Doctors are capable. Considering your condition, you must have survived this long because the medicinal combination has changed several times. 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, meaning your condition is reaching the limit they can control. Iâm afraid you wonât last many more days."
Ding Huiâs 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 medication in search of the best treatment method.
Later, when she took the prescriptions to the warehouse for medicinal materials, the expression of the Steward who saw them changed quite strangely.
That expression wasnât like being asked for rare materials, but rather materials too astonishing.