Dungeon Death Row! Spiritual Sense Diagnosis!

The middle-aged man saw Li Bufan's youthful face and frowned slightly.

This young man was barely twenty years old; he did not look like someone well versed in medicine.

In a deep voice, he said, "Very well. But if you fail the assessment, you should know the consequences." Seeing Li Bufan's extraordinary bearing, he said a few extra words as a reminder.

Li Bufan nodded, his expression calm. "This junior has already heard and understood. I bear full responsibility for my own life and death; I cannot blame anyone else."

Seeing Li Bufan so resolute, the middle-aged man said no more.

He took a token from his robes and handed it to Li Bufan. "Take this token and follow me shortly. I'll say it once more: once you tear down the proclamation, there is no turning back."

He then turned to the watching crowd. "Who else wishes to tear down the proclamation?"

At the same time, identical scenes were unfolding in streets and alleys throughout Flame Capital.

Imperial proclamations had been posted across the entire city. Confident physicians and alchemists tore them down one after another and were taken to the imperial palace.

Li Bufan accepted the token and was about to turn and leave when he suddenly recalled something. He stopped and said, "Wait! There is one more matter."

The man frowned. "You have already accepted the imperial proclamation. If you wish to regret it now, it is too late."

Li Bufan shook his head. "It is not regret. I am currently staying in someone else's home."

"If I do not return, I may cause them trouble. I would ask that you send someone to notify the Zhao Family in Ten Thousand Spirits District that Li Bufan has urgent business and must enter the palace, so they need not