"Well, I'll go right away!" Xue'er's heart tightened. After saying goodbye to her father, she took Bai Chuling and rushed to Nanman Mansion.
Nanman Mansion
On the hospital bed, Murong Lie was lying quietly. His breathing was weak, his eyes were black, and he had lost a lot of weight. His lips were covered with fine stubble, and his face was so thin that it was sunken.
"Your Majesty has not woken up all day today. What will we do if this continues?" Dr. Yang said worriedly.
Doctor Lin also had a sad look on his face: "Oh, the poison is about to seep into the internal organs. We can't detoxify it. There is really nothing we can do! The prince's body is so weak now. If he doesn't wake up tomorrow, I'm afraid-"
"Miss Shangguan is here!" A servant's voice came from outside the door.
The imperial doctors were overjoyed and looked toward the door, just in time to see Shangguan Chuxue walking quickly with a silver-haired man.
"How is the prince's condition?" Xue'er asked anxiously. Seeing the thin face on the hospital bed, she was shocked. After not seeing him for a few days, he had lost so much weight. His face was as pale as paper, and the dark circles under his eyes were particularly obvious.
It seems that his former majesty and brilliance are no longer visible.
All the doctors shook their heads and sighed, and lowered their heads in shame.
Looking at their expressions, it goes without saying how bad the situation is. Xueer's heart was as heavy as a stone, and an unknown premonition was welling up in her heart.
Bai Chuling sensed Xue'er's uneasiness and took the initiative to step forward and give Murong Lie a general check.
"This is..." Dr. Zhang looked at Bai Chuling with puzzled eyes, guessing the other person's identity.
"He is the person we are looking for!" Xueer glanced at Bai Chuling and said to Doctor Zhang: "The master who lives in seclusion in Poisonous Fog Canyon!"
Everyone gasped, never expecting that Miss Shangguan had actually found the legendary master!
Bai Chuling rolled Murong Lie's eyelids and felt his pulse again, with an unusually solemn expression: "The poison in his body has already spread throughout his body, and he has reached the point where he is terminally ill. Although he has not yet died, he will not live much longer!"