At this time, Bijingxuan was in chaos.
As soon as He Xi entered the palace where the Lord lived, he saw the middle-aged man being pressed on the bed again with a grim look on his face.
Although it was not as violent as the last time he came, the situation was not much better than before.
The middle-aged man's eyes had lost focus, as if covered by white fog. His movements and behaviors became increasingly out of control, as if he would explode at any moment.
The Immortal Binding Rope was held in the hands of one of the subordinates, but they hesitated whether to tie the man up.
As soon as He Xi came in, someone exclaimed, "Boy, you're finally here. Didn't you say that His Majesty's illness wouldn't flare up in the next few days?"
The middle-aged man who was pinned down let out an angry roar and almost jumped up.
Uncle Qiu's voice was so anxious that it became sharp and changed its tone: "Xiyue, why are you still standing there? Why don't you treat His Majesty quickly? If anything happens to His Majesty, you will never get out alive!"
Before He Xi could say anything, Nangong Yu beside him had already darkened his eyes, and a strong murderous intent flashed across them.
He Xi grabbed him and signaled him to calm down. He took out the silver needle in his hand and shot it at the middle-aged man whose behavior was becoming more and more abnormal.
Sure enough, after the silver needle entered his body, the middle-aged man's emotions immediately stabilized, his out-of-focus eyes gradually became clear, and then he fell asleep exhausted on the ground.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. One of the tall and thin men looked at He Xi unkindly: "What on earth is going on? You'd better explain it to me clearly."
He Xi ignored him, walked quickly to the middle-aged man, and took his pulse.
The tall and thin man was indignant when he saw He Xi's attitude and was about to teach him a lesson.
But as soon as he stretched out his hand, it suddenly stopped in mid-air, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
His raised hand seemed to be nailed in mid-air by some force and could not move at all.
The tall and thin man looked at Nangong Yu beside He Xi with suspicion, but he felt that he was very ordinary. At first glance, there was nothing special about him.
Did he attack me? That shouldn't be possible, right? He was just a low-level warrior from the lower realm...
Just as he was thinking about it, another person came over and pressed his hand, saying in a deep voice: "Yan Xiao, calm down. The only one who can save Your Majesty now is this little guy."
The tall and thin man named Yan Xiao thought that the person who stopped him was the one in front of him, and immediately said angrily: "Wei Jianxing, I think you are the one who is confused. How can such a brat save His Majesty's life? Didn't he say that His Majesty would not get sick in ten days and the situation would only get better? What about now? How can we believe the words of such a lowly person?"
He Xi, who had just finished taking the middle-aged man's pulse, turned around and smiled coldly, "That's right, I also want to ask, why is it that I just diagnosed your condition as stable two days ago, but it has suddenly worsened now?"
"You idiot, isn't it your fault for the diagnosis..."
He Xi seemed to have not heard Yan Xiao's shouting at all, and just said coldly: "Who can tell me who gave His Majesty the medicine to regulate the brain and suppress the pain in the past two days? Have you forgotten what I said, that during the preparation period for the operation, His Majesty can only take the medicine I prescribed? Or do some of you want to kill His Majesty?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole room fell into a deathly silence. (To be continued)