"I see that our treatment has improved, but why don't we see anyone coming to invite us to see the prince?" Luo Qi was very happy and kept waiting, but he didn't expect that after more than ten days, there was no movement at all.
"Your Majesty, your health may have improved recently." Luo Xing'er hoped that he would get better.
"Impossible. I heard from people outside that the prince is still good and bad. Those people from the aristocratic families can't cure him at all. They keep delaying it but don't give us a chance. They are afraid that we will steal their limelight. It's really hateful.
Extremely." Luo Qi sighed.
Luo Xing'er's heart tightened. If those people from the aristocratic families had no choice but to drag King Ji's illness, it would only make King Ji's situation more dangerous.
Suddenly I heard a lot of noise in the yard outside. I wonder what happened?
Luo Qi hurriedly led Luo Xing'er out, but he heard several disciples from aristocratic families were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, their faces turned pale, and they were talking about something.
"Oops, Prince Ji was originally getting better, but why has the situation worsened again recently? He feels even worse than before."
"I just heard that King Ji is ill again, and it's more serious than before. What should we do? Several of our top alchemists have passed away, but there is nothing we can do."
"Now we, the three aristocratic families, are jointly discussing and prescribing the medicine. If anything happens to King Ji, I'm afraid we will all be killed."
Luo Xing'er was shocked when she heard that King Ji was ill again.
At this time, a person suddenly rushed into the yard and rushed in front of Luo Xing'er like a gust of wind.
"Quick, the prince has passed out, go and save him!"
Before she could realize what was going on, she was dragged away by the anxious Yue Jian.
In a few seconds, he had already rushed to the place where King Ji lived. The elegant and simple room had no furniture, but it was crowded with many alchemists. They all looked anxious but were helpless.
Yue Jian dragged Luo Xing'er to King Ji's bed, pushed away several alchemists who were surrounding the bed, and said angrily:
"Get out of the way, you useless quacks. You almost killed the prince. What are you doing here now?"
Several top alchemists from aristocratic families were so angry that their faces were distorted, but they could not refute that King Ji was ill. They really had no choice but to blush with shame and stand aside angrily, staring at Luo Xing'er who was being pulled over.
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They did not dare to lose their temper with the people around King Ji, so they took their anger out on Luo Xing'er.
"Hmph, even the combination of our big families can't cure King Ji. This young man with unknown origins can cure him. Don't be kidding me. Mr. Yue Jian, you can just bring someone here. If something goes wrong, the responsibility will not be ours.
I have it on you, I advise you not to act recklessly and end up harming the prince."
Several arrogant alchemists looked at Luo Xing'er with disdain.
Yue Jian was too lazy to pay attention to this group of aristocratic family members who only wanted to take credit but did not want to take responsibility at the critical moment.
He looked at Luo Xing'er nervously: "Hurry, hurry up and save the prince."
Luo Xing'er sweated. What did the guard mean? She didn't bring any medicine. Shouldn't he want her to do what he did last time?
But this time King Ji didn't suffocate! The transfer of Qi may not be effective.
Luo Xing'er was extremely embarrassed, but looking at King Ji lying unconscious, his elegant and unparalleled face was only pale and breathless, as if he would become an immortal in the next second, which made people's hearts tremble involuntarily.