Peerless Taoist

After all, whether or not Ji Mingzhong could wake up was directly related to their own interests.    

Suddenly, one of the herbalists exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention.    

"All of you, move aside!"    

Master Han was not polite at all. He directly pulled away his disciples and went to Ji Mingzhong's bed.    

Ji Mingzhong was still in a coma, but the redness on his face had suddenly disappeared, replaced by an extremely pale face, like a piece of white paper.    

Master Han hurriedly placed his hand on Ji Mingzhong's forehead. He felt that the place he touched was cold, as if he was touching a piece of ice.    

"How is this possible?"    

Master Han's expression changed, and he quickly placed his hand on Ji Mingzhong's pulse.    

After a long time, Master Han's body suddenly trembled, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.    

"Sigh…"    

A long sigh came.    

Master Han stood up stiffly and bowed to the Yang Consortium, saying, "Sorry, Imperial Concubine, His Royal Highness, he still hasn't been saved. He has already left."    

Clang!    

A maid did not hold the teacup in her hand and dropped it to the ground.    

A desolate feeling spread out from the surroundings, and everyone’s faces turned pale.    

Yang Ling almost fainted. The maid beside her quickly helped her up and only then did she recover.    

“Why did His Royal Highness suddenly become like this? Master Han, wasn’t he fine just now?” Yang Ling was also flustered.    

All of his authority came from his sister and even more so from the King of Yue. If anything happened to the King of Yue, then everything he had would be like a fleeting cloud, disappearing in an instant.    

Therefore, Yang Ling did his best to protect Ji Mingzhong’s life.    

Master Han sighed, “Medicine has 70% strength, but it is still impossible to defy fate. There is no way to turn the situation around. I am ashamed. Although I used my full strength, His Royal Highness was too weak. His vitality was like an oil lamp that had run out.”    

A wave of sighs came from the surroundings.    

They had all seen the scene of the King of Yue returning to life.    

No one doubted Master Han’s methods. They only lamented that the King of Yue had died a pity.    

Yang Shi's face was filled with grief, and her face was covered with tears. She had already cried silently.    

"Impossible! My Ninth Uncle is a man who stands tall and proud. How could he die so unexplainably!"    

Thinking of what Lu Yu had said before, Ji Yanran immediately walked forward and picked up the few pieces of Fu Lu that were still scattered on the ground. According to her memory, she stuck them on Ji Mingzhong's body.    

"Ji Yanran! Are you f * cking crazy? Why are you still f * cking messing around with those broken Fu Lu!"    

"Try touching the prince again. Don't think that you are so great just because you have the title of princess. I'll go to the Ji Family Mansion in Goujing to get you out of there and make you go to jail!"    

An unexplained rage suddenly appeared in Yang Ling's heart. He pointed at Ji Yanran and scolded her.    

Master Han also frowned. "Stop messing around!"    

She was already dead. What did you mean by saving her now?    

Could it be that you are questioning my diagnosis?    

Master Han's face darkened as he shouted sternly, "Even though the prince is dead, he still has his dignity. He will not allow outsiders to destroy it."    

Yang Shi was only crying and could not say anything.    

A wave of criticizing voices came from the surroundings, as if they were on tenterhooks.    

However, Ji Yanran did not care. She pieced together all the Fu Lu on the ground and stuck them all on Ji Mingzhong's body.    

Many of the Fu Lu had long been torn apart, and the surface was wrinkled and unrecognizable.    

However, Ji Yanran did not care anymore. She stuck all the Fu Lu fragments on Ji Mingzhong's body.    

When all the Fu Lu fragments were stuck on Ji Mingzhong's body, Ji Yanran seemed to hear a ghost's roar.    

Just when she thought that it was an illusion.    

Ji Mingzhong, who was lying on the sickbed motionlessly, actually had a hint of redness on his face.    

It was exactly the same as when he was fed the medicinal soup, and he was like a beam of light returning to the sun.    

"Enough, others are spoiling you, but I am not! All the High Officials of the Imperial Residence, come out and capture this man!" Yang Ling shouted loudly.    

Huhuhu!    

A gust of cold wind suddenly came out of the room.    

A few old men in white robes suddenly appeared in the room with a powerful aura. Their bodies faintly emitted a tyrannical aura that made people shudder.    

These people were the revered elders of the Imperial Residence. They all possessed strength above the realm lord level, and were incomparably powerful.    

The moment these revered elders appeared, several strong Spiritual Sense immediately locked onto Ji Yanran.    

"Princess, don't make things difficult for us. You... don't mess around!" One of the revered elders said in a deep voice.    

The few revered elders immediately stood apart. Although it seemed as if they were not paying attention, in reality, they had already surrounded Ji Yanran, making her unable to retreat.    

"That's right. Hurry up and leave. What are you waiting for?" Yang Ling was extremely irritated. Naturally, he also spoke ill of Ji Yanran.    

"Didn't you all notice that Ninth Uncle is getting better?" Ji Yanran said somewhat anxiously.    

"Alas..."    

Master Han let out a long sigh.    

"Princess, a dead person cannot be revived. This is the truth of the world, and it will never be shaken," Master Han said indifferently.    

Even the surrounding maids frowned, and the gazes they looked at Ji Yanran with became filled with hostility.    

Usually, Yue Wang loved and cared for everyone in the Imperial Residence. Even the maids and servants were no exception. Therefore, he was deeply loved by everyone.    

Now that Yue Wang had died, Ji Yanran was causing trouble here. This made everyone feel annoyed.    

"Your Highness, please leave!"    

One of the sinecures said in a deep voice, "If not, we will make a move."    

The sinecures released a powerful aura, and the surroundings were filled with a powerful pressure.    

"Master Han, come here and see if my Ninth Uncle is dead or alive!" Ji Yanran said in a stern voice.    

"He is dead, so he cannot live…"    

"I told you to come!"    

Ji Yanran was completely anxious, and her voice became louder.    

Master Han frowned and shook his head. He walked forward and placed his hand on Ji Mingzhong's wrist.    

However, when his hand was placed on his wrist, Master Han's eyes suddenly widened.    

He tried it out a few more times, and then he tried Ji Mingzhong's breath and forehead. His face revealed an expression of disbelief.    

"How is this possible?"    

"He is already dead, but he is still alive?"    

Hearing Master Han's murmurs, everyone present stood up.    

Yang Shi's face was filled with tears as he said emotionally, "Master Han, is this true?"    

Master Han stood up and shook his head: "This is the first time I have seen such a situation after more than sixty years of practicing medicine."    

After saying that, he suddenly thought of something and laughed out loud.    

The Yang Family immediately asked: "Master Han, what is going on?"    

Master Han stroked his beard and said with a faint smile: "It seems that my medicine has taken effect. However, the prince needs time to digest it, and he has used up too much of his strength. That's why he died just now."    

"As long as the prince continues to lie down and recuperate, he will slowly wake up."    

After saying that, Master Han looked at the Fu Lu fragments on Ji Ming Zhong's body and shook his head with a cold smile: "As for these messy Fu Lu, they are just unorthodox methods. They don't work at all. Don't be fooled by the scene in front of you."