She saw the thick gauze which covered his chest. That was the sword wound that he deliberately endured to save her……

  Was it because of this sword injury that made him become a living dead person?

  Chen Ning didn’t believe it!

  It was very quiet in the room. It was so quiet that even a needle falling to the ground could be heard. There was only the sound from Imperial Physician Zhang’s breathing.

  Xiao Si and Zhuifeng walked in the room silently too. They didn’t say anything with tacit understanding. They crouched silently beside the stoves to look after the medicine in the pots.

  Imperial Physician Zhang’s actions were getting slower and slower. The sweat on his forehead increased more and more. He was toiling strenuously in the end.

  Everyone in the room watched him. When he finished inserting the last needle, he exhaled a long breath. Then he started to collapse.

  Mochuan lightly helped him with his hand on his back. Imperial Physician Zhang steadied his footsteps and looked back. He was suddenly taken back.

  “Emperor!” Imperial Physician Zhang was so shocked that he couldn’t say anything more.

  Then he saw Chen Ning and was even more shocked. He thought that he was dreaming.

  “Imperial Physician Zhang, Shaobai…… can get better, right?” Mochuan slowly asked.

  Imperial Physician Zhang was going to instinctually shake his head. But he looked at Chen Ning and his neck stiffened. He vaguely said, “Jingan Wang is blessed by the heavens. He is also young. He…… might get better.”


  However, he said these words with no confidence. How could the people there not understand the truth?

  Mochuan’s heart suddenly sank. A touch of pain flashed across his eyes.

  Zhuifeng and Xiao Si also looked down sadly. Their hearts held unspeakable grief.