Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1383 - 619: The Old Man

"My lord..."

Ever since departing from the Huang Mansion, Yu Ji had been trailing behind Fang Yu with a limp. He suddenly broke the silence.

"What is it?" Fang Yu inquired cheerfully, his head still turned away.

Yu Ji lowered his head. "...We've been holding you back."

Their purpose was to support the new Minister, not to become a hindrance.

As specialized combat personnel, they had offered little assistance in battle and had even been rescued by Fang Yu. This was a significant blow to Yu Ji's pride.

While he admitted he might not be as capable as the Minister, he refused to be a burden.

Lu Qiaochun also cast an apologetic glance toward Fang Yu. Her situation was somewhat better, as she had only been surrounded by numerous low-level Martial Artists, leaving her in a healthier state than Yu Ji.

"It's merely a minor setback. What's this? Are you considering giving up? We have a very busy day ahead."

Fang Yu stated with a smile.

These words prompted Yu Ji and Lu Qiaochun to exchange a look. They had, in fact, contemplated retiring from their duties. However, hearing Fang Yu's resolute tone, they clenched their jaws and resolved to match the new Minister's pace!

"My lord! What is our next objective!"

"My lord, we are still capable of fighting!"

The next target? The next target, naturally, was...

Fang Yu's gaze drifted into the distance, toward the high-temperature zone emitting billowing steam – the renowned Martial Forge of Thunder City!

...

An Mansion.

"Thank you, Divine Doctor Ding, for making the trip to see me... cough cough cough!"

Ye Danshan attempted to rise and express her gratitude but was forced to cover her mouth with a handkerchief, succumbing to a fit of coughing.

Upon opening the handkerchief, she saw it was already stained crimson.

"Miss?!"

Xue Yunting, who had just entered carrying a freshly brewed medicinal soup, was startled by the sight.

She hastily placed the soup down and rushed to Ye Danshan's side.

"I'm fine..."

Monk Quan Heng observed Ye Danshan, whose condition had deteriorated significantly since his last visit, his brow furrowing slightly.

His attention then shifted to Ding Hui, who had opened the lid of the medicine pot without invitation.

Ding Hui fanned the air with her hand, drawing the rising steam towards her nose to inhale the aroma. She then dipped a finger into the soup, tasted it, and proceeded to spill the steaming concoction onto the floor.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

The soup, now on the floor, immediately caught the attention of the maid, Xue Yunting.

"What are you doing!"

Xue Yunting's voice was filled with anxiety.

The soup had been meticulously brewed for two full hours, following the exact medicinal ingredients and method provided by the An Mansion's own Doctor!

Although it hadn't cured her mistress's ailment, each time she consumed it, Ye Danshan's condition showed some improvement.

Witnessing her mistress coughing blood now, Xue Yunting was desperate to cool the soup for Ye Danshan to drink, yet Ding Hui had callously poured it away!

Trembling with anger, she was halted by Ye Danshan grasping her wrist.

"Don't act rashly!"

After calming Xue Yunting, Ye Danshan turned her gaze towards Ding Hui.

"Divine Doctor Ding, is there something amiss with this medicinal soup?"

She was the first physician they encountered upon entering the city, and likely the one most capable of curing her illness in all of Thunder City!

Regrettably, the opportunity had been missed; upon arriving at An Mansion, she faced constant restrictions, and her condition only continued to decline.

"No."

When questioned by Ye Danshan, Ding Hui responded instantly and without hesitation.

"Then why did you spill the soup!"

Xue Yunting couldn't help but interject, speaking on her mistress's behalf.

Ding Hui's gaze turned cold as she directed it toward the two women.

"Because if she continued to drink it, your mistress would surely perish."

"Amitabha."

Monk Quan Heng, at this precise moment, rose from his seat and addressed Ding Hui with profound respect. "Master Ding, I implore you, save this unfortunate soul. May Buddha show mercy..."

Before Monk Quan Heng could complete his plea, Ding Hui interrupted.

"Your Buddha has no concern for me, but out of consideration for my husband's connection to you, I will save this person."

"Excellent, excellent!"

Monk Quan Heng displayed a smile of deep satisfaction.

Regardless of the underlying reason, the saving of a life was paramount.

Ding Hui then gestured toward the pool of spilled medicine on the ground and continued.

"The Doctors of An Mansion possess competence, but merely competence. This soup they have prepared can suppress your condition temporarily. However, a person's tolerance to medication is not infinite. If the combination of medicinal ingredients in the soup is not altered in due course, it is only a matter of time before it loses its efficacy for you."

"However, as I previously stated, the physicians within the An Mansion possess considerable skill. Given your current state, your survival thus far is attributable to the repeated modifications in the medicinal concoctions administered. Nevertheless, these remedies merely serve to postpone the inevitable. Suppressing your ailment in this fashion will invariably culminate in a severe relapse, transforming your gradual decline into an agonizing period of suffering, culminating in a swift demise."

"Based on the ingredients and their respective concentrations within this broth, which are progressively intensifying, it indicates that your condition is approaching the threshold of their control capabilities. I fear your remaining days are numbered."

The pronouncements of Ding Hui instilled both profound terror and palpable anxiety within maid Xue Yunting!

This was because Ding Hui's analysis precisely mirrored her own clandestine investigations.

The prescriptions issued by those esteemed physicians underwent revisions with each passing alternate day.

Initially, Xue Yunting harbored the belief that these An Mansion physicians were diligently refining the therapeutic approach by consistently adjusting the prescribed medications.

Subsequently, upon presenting the prescriptions to the medicinal materials repository, the demeanor of the overseeing Steward shifted markedly, displaying an unusual expression.

That particular expression conveyed not the typical reaction to a request for uncommon ingredients, but rather one of astonishment at the extraordinary nature of the required materials.