Hong Tailong let out a booming roar, and a large crowd immediately rushed out of the palace. The moment they saw how badly injured he was, every one of them was shocked. His harem beauties broke down in tears, and everyone hurriedly carried him inside.
The moment they laid him on the couch, seven or eight hands reached out to examine his injuries. Yue Qianchou lay there, weakly smiling bitterly. "It's fine. Just a small injury. I can endure it."
He made it sound easy, but the faces of the seven or eight people examining him instantly turned pale. All five of his viscera and six bowels had been gravely injured; it was as if his liver and intestines had been torn apart, while his meridians and bones had shattered beyond reckoning. They were terrified. They could not imagine how he had not died, much less remained alive.
"How are his injuries?" Furong asked anxiously from the side. Yue Qianchou was surrounded on the couch, and she could not squeeze in.
Hong Tailong swept his gaze over everyone with a grave expression. "First change his blood-soaked clothes. Then we'll discuss how to treat him."
Several hands immediately reached to strip off Yue Qianchou's clothes. Yue Qianchou suddenly opened his eyes and shouted with all the strength he could muster, "Don't."
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
Yue Qianchou caught his breath. He could feel the golden pearl in his dantian continuously sending vital essence through his limbs and bones. The pain throughout his body was easing, and his body was gradually recovering. Knowing that, with this life-saving treasure, he would not die, he let out a faint sigh. "This outfit is pretty good. I need to keep wearing it when I go ask my master to come out of seclusion.