"Yes! I have never seen anyone survive such injuries. It is impossible for him to survive with such injuries. When we left yesterday, he was clearly only holding on with one breath. But now, his pulse is beating strongly and his whole body has recovered. It is really incredible, incredible!"
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it was true," another doctor said.
An old doctor who had been silent all this time stroked his beard, withdrew his hand from feeling the pulse, looked at the Pan family father and son, and asked, "The injury was so severe yesterday, but today he has almost recovered. May I ask, Master Pan, Second Young Master, what magic medicine did you use for the eldest young master?"
Father Pan was stunned and shook his head: "How can we have any magic medicine? Even the imperial physician came yesterday, and both you and the imperial physician just looked at me and left without prescribing any medicine. How could they have given me any medicine?"
Tomorrow they all said that he would not survive, and no one even prescribed any medicine for him. They even simply treated the wounds on his body, and he had to clean and apply medicine again later. Moreover, he had been guarding this room since the accident yesterday, and no one had given him any medicine.
"That's strange. The injuries in the eldest son's body have almost healed overnight. This doesn't seem to be self-healing. However, if there is any medicine that can cure the eldest son's injuries, I have never heard of it in all my years of practicing medicine. If there is, it can only be the legendary elixir of the gods."
He seemed to be muttering to himself, but unexpectedly, Pan Ning's heart was shocked when he heard these words, and his eyes narrowed as if he thought of something.
He lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, he sighed and said, "My father and I were waiting here yesterday. If there was any magic medicine, we wouldn't have started preparing for my eldest brother's funeral yesterday."
After hearing this, several doctors nodded secretly. They also knew about this. Last night, everyone in the Pan family had started to prepare for the funeral. Unexpectedly, Pan Hong's condition gradually improved in the second half of the night.
"If there is, it is also because of the great blessings of the emperor and the protection of the true dragon spirit that allowed my elder brother to escape death and survive." When saying this, Pan Ning's face was filled with gratitude and awe, and he bowed respectfully in the direction of the imperial palace.
Hearing this, several doctors were startled and asked cautiously: "Could it be that the emperor came again last night?"
"Yes, in addition to the people of my Pan family, His Majesty also came to see my eldest brother last night. Not long after His Majesty left, my eldest brother's breathing gradually stabilized. I think this must be the grace of His Majesty, the True Dragon Emperor, protecting him." Pan Ning said excitedly.
The doctors looked at each other, some were surprised and a little uncertain, but in the end they all thought, maybe, this is really the case? Otherwise, how could it make sense
Pan Ning spoke excitedly and with a grateful look on his face. Even Pan's father believed him to the point of believing him. He kept saying, "When Hong'er gets better, we will definitely thank His Majesty for his great grace."
After the doctors prescribed the medicine, the servants sent the doctors away. Within half a day, another piece of news came out: Pan Hong, the eldest son of the Pan family, who was said by the doctors and the imperial physician to not survive the night, actually survived!