For MAX Stone's donation of a Spirit Beast Egg, add more (5.2)
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The imperial physicians were sweating profusely when they saw Lord Huang's state.
"This, this is hopeless," one imperial physician said. "The injury is to the throat."
"Yes, he should be dead by all accounts," another imperial physician added. "But Lord Huang managed to use his hand to block it, fortunately preventing the severance of the airway."
"But that is precisely what will claim his life; as soon as the blade is pulled out, it will be severed." Everyone said in unison.
There was no solution.
"We can't cure this."
Only immortals might have a way.
People around turned their gaze upon Lord Huang, lying on the ground, whose originally rosy complexion had turned deathly pale from the time of the incident, and now from pale had become ashen. With his mouth agape, he could no longer make a sound, breathing rapidly and inhaling more than exhaling.
Clearly, it was over for him.
Was he really going to die just like this?
The arrogant Lord Huang who no one dared to provoke was going to die in front of Boss Huang, murdered out of compassion for women?
The value of a human life was indeed inexplicable.
For a moment, those in the arena had mixed feelings, those nearby were naturally sad, but the commoners kept at bay by the Five Cities Military Department soldiers could not hide their joy.
At the same time, a woman's laughter arose.
Ringing clear as a bell, lovely as it was, it was highly inappropriate for the moment.
All eyes turned toward the source of the laughter.
The girl with her limbs crippled, lying limp on the ground, was laughing out loud, her blood-stained face becoming eerier with the laughter.
"Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, Uncles, Aunts, Aunties," she laughed, tears streaming down, washing away the bloodstains on her face one by one, "Brothers, sisters, do you see this? Do you see this?"
These words enraged the Huang Family members. A house servant kicked her in the face.
The girl sprayed blood from the corner of her mouth and collapsed to the ground, motionless.
"Don't beat her to death," Boss Huang turned around and said in a hoarse voice, "She shouldn't get off so easily by dying."
Hearing this, the faces of the surrounding civilians couldn't help but show pity.
Standing aside, covered in blood, Lord Tang's dark face could barely conceal his shock and confusion.
Was he really going to die just like this?
What about tomorrow's matters?
Lord Tang, as a disciple of the saint and a censor, didn't believe in things like not lying or retribution.
But at this moment, he felt somewhat uneasy.
"Let's bring the person back first."
"We can't just leave him on the street like this..."
"Imperial physicians, think of some way..."
"Really, there's no way, we can't cure this injury..."
The voices in the arena were a noisy mess, amidst the chaos, Lu Yunqi coughed lightly.
"It's a good thing you can't cure it," he said.
His words brought the clamor to an abrupt halt, and Lord Huang looked at him with a cold and solemn expression.
"Lord Lu, what is that supposed to mean?" He asked coldly.
Lu Yunqi, the one dying is my son, not me.
You're just an emperor's dog, don't bark without being told to.
Meanwhile, Miss Jun in the crowd felt her heart sink.
This is bad.
This was what he was planning.
She had this thought when Lu Yunqi had already begun to speak.
"What I mean is, since the imperial physicians can't cure him, then Miss Jun of Jiuling Hall, renowned for miraculous resurrection from otherwise incurable illnesses, can make a house call." He said impassively, while pointing a hand towards Miss Jun in the crowd, "Look, Miss Jun is already here."
Miss Jun.
Jiuling Hall.
The mention of this name once again brought a silence over the crowd.
Lord Huang's murky eyes lit up; of course, he was aware of Jiuling Hall. Although he did not go out, it did not mean he was ignorant of world affairs.
Yes, Jiuling Hall.
He followed where Lu Yunqi was pointing, and the rest of the crowd did the same.
And with Lu Yunqi's pointing, it was like a knife slicing through, causing the crowd to part swiftly and reveal Miss Jun and her servant in front of everyone.
"Ah! Now I can see!" Liu'er, who had been craning her neck eagerly to watch, suddenly had a clear view and excitedly shouted, "Is he dead or not?"
Her words caused the calm atmosphere to falter.
It's not very nice to anticipate someone's death like this.
Although everyone was secretly hoping for it, saying it out loud might upset others, right?
However, upon hearing these words, Lord Huang showed no anger but, on the contrary, an expression of eager anticipation.
"Miss Jun!" he called out hoarsely, "Miss Jun, please save a life."
Please save a life.
Miss Jun, upon hearing this, did not move as if she was paralyzed by fear.
Was it because she was a girl and had never seen a killing, which scared her?
"Can Miss Jun save him or not?" Lu Yunqi said indifferently.
This matter of saving or not saving?
All eyes were fixed on Miss Jun.
"This person is on the brink of death, or perhaps already dead. If Miss Jun can save him, then it would indeed be a miraculous resurrection," Jiang, the Hundred-man commander standing next to Lu Yunqi, said with a half smile, "The reputation of Jiuling Hall will grow even more illustrious, and people will flock to it like ducks. It seems the capital really can't do without you."
Just a few days ago, Seventh Chen had spoken to Fang Jinxiu, mentioning how the officials scared by Lu Yunqi did not dare to seek medical care from Miss Jun—it was a matter of weighing pros and cons, thinking it not worth risking their lives just for the sake of treatment.
But what if Miss Jun possessed the skill for miraculous resurrection?
Everyone's considerations would certainly shift in favor of Miss Jun.
No one expected that such an opportunity would arise so quickly.
And this time, Lu Yunqi wasn't blocking but actively offering an invitation.
Was he making things difficult on purpose?
Not really.
Can you save this man or not?
Miss Jun looked at the man lying on the ground, struggling for breath.
She could indeed save this man.
Was this good-heartedness?
Of course not.
Miss Jun understood what he meant.
"However, it seems Miss Jun doesn't want to save him, does she?" Jiang's voice rose again, sincere yet pointing towards the man lying on the ground, "This Lord Huang is a man of ill repute, despised by many. I don't know how many people wish him dead. If you were to save such a man, who knows how many lives he might take in the future? Wouldn't Miss Jun then be an accomplice?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone present changed.
Dammit! Has Jiang gone mad? The faces of the Huang Family members turned ashen. What the hell did this mean? They wanted to curse out loud, but Lord Huang stopped them.
Lord Huang understood what he meant.
Lu Yunqi's affair with that Miss Jun had been mentioned by his son, such matters were of no concern or interest to him.
Now that Lu Yunqi appeared to be scheming to tarnish this Miss Jun's reputation, to make her despised by the public, he still did not care.
As long as his son lived, whatever their intentions, regardless if they lived or died.
"Don't say it like that." Lu Yunqi spoke up again, reprimanding his subordinate, and then looked towards Miss Jun, "Miss Jun is a physician of benevolence, who treats all equally. Moreover, Miss Jun follows her own rules."
He then turned his gaze to Lord Huang.
"Lord Huang should be able to afford Miss Jun's consultation fee."
Lord Huang masked the hatred in his eyes to display grief and pleading, and, supported by a servant, he staggered forward.
"Miss Jun, I beg you," he said, with tears covering the face of the elderly man, his voice hoarse and trembling, "Please save my son. Not to speak of my fortune, I'd even give my own life for him."
As he spoke, he thudded to his knees before Miss Jun.