Chapter 562: Fantasy

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Seated at the table was an elderly man in a gray robe.

His eyes carried a brooding intensity, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Yu Zinan was somewhat afraid of him, speaking politely but with flattery, “Senior Mo, you’re absolutely right. Gu Qingluan can only resort to some mediocre methods. The time she cured Sister Huarong’s poison was merely a stroke of luck. Senior Mo, as the ancestral master of poison medicine, how could Gu Qingluan compare to you?”

The old man, who was none other than Poison Doctor Mo Xie, remained silent.

Yu Zinan couldn’t discern his emotions and dared not say more, turning to look at Yu Huarong.

Just then, Yu Huarong’s expression suddenly changed.

Yu Zinan wondered, “What could make Sister Huarong’s expression change so suddenly?”

Recently, the only person who fits the bill is that Gu Qingluan, right?

He hurriedly looked out of the window.

He happened to catch sight of a tall figure entering the Jun Residence.

That silhouette was… Royal Prince Lan?

No wonder Sister Huarong’s expression changed. Anyone would find it hard to accept their beloved entering another woman’s residence.

Yu Huarong turned to Mo Xie.

“Senior Mo, 1 hope the situation can worsen a bit more, can it?”

Mo Xie nodded, “Certainly!”

Anyone who dares to snatch the man his disciple has set her eyes on must be given a proper lesson.

“As long as you’re willing, I can make those from Salvation Hall drop dead in an instant.”

Yu Huarong’s face immediately changed, “Not for now. Just infecting more people will suffice.”

She didn’t need her hands to be stained with blood for the time being.

Mo Xie thought his disciple was still too compassionate. If it were him, he would directly make those patients saved by Salvation Hall drop dead. Salvation Hall would surely be condemned, and as one of the founders of Salvation Hall, Gu Qingluan would inevitably be ruined!

He took out a small drum from his sleeve. The drumhead was white, and the waist of the drum was black. He gently tapped the drumhead with his fingers, producing a strange rhythm.

Strangely, no sound came from the drumhead.

But everyone present did not underestimate his actions.

They knew that the moment this drum was struck, more people would be infected.

At the same time, in various corners of Tianjing,

Many people with normal expressions suddenly began to show varying degrees of symptoms, all revealing expressions of pain.

And Salvation Hall was one of the hardest-hit areas!

People who were originally waiting in an orderly queue suddenly let out screams, falling one after another.

“What’s happening here?”

“Someone, quick! Someone has fainted!”

“It’s a sudden illness! Is there a doctor here to come and see?”

Not only outside Salvation Hall but also inside, similar situations occurred.

Du Youran and other medical practitioners were instantly taken aback.

“What’s going on? Why did so many people suddenly worsen in condition?”

Du Youran spoke rapidly, “First, save the people!”

The Crown Prince had gathered many doctors, and after half a day of training, over a hundred doctors had learned Gu Qingluan’s needle technique to control the illness.

There were several hundred patients at Salvation Hall, and for these over a hundred doctors who had just learned the technique, the pressure was undeniably immense.

Someone whispered, “It’s so urgent, can we really save them all?”

“We have to do our best even if we can’t save them all!”

Du Youran glanced at a doctor from outside their group whose morale seemed low.

He wasn’t a doctor from Salvation Hall; he had been assembled by the Crown Prince.

However, Du Youran had already demonstrated his skills to them, making the others feel inadequate. When Du Youran looked at him like that, he immediately felt ashamed and lowered his head.

Du Youran didn’t spare him another glance, though.

Because there was no time!

He had to save people quickly!

Every additional person saved counted!

Other doctors shared the same belief and swiftly rushed into the crowd to provide aid.

They had to save those inside and outside.

Standing on the inn’s upper floor and watching the doctors rush out from Salvation Hall, Yu Zinan sneered.

“Do these few individuals really believe they can rescue everyone? It’s just wishful thinking!”

He waited for them to be unable to save those who had succumbed to the illness.

The scene was quite chaotic, and it was unclear how many people had died by now..

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