Yang Qing's illness struck with a vengeance.
Over the past few days, Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou had obeyed Yang Qing's instructions and refrained from investigating at the Regent King's Residence, but they went to the city gates every day.
They went to see whether Yang Qing had returned.
Today was New Year's Eve. They had thought Duan Hongzhuo would keep Yang Qing confined in his residence under strict watch.
Instead, he had let him return.
Fortunately, Bu Er had come.
"Young master, bear with it. We're going back."
With Yang Qing on his back, Bu Er raced toward the Rare Treasures Pavilion.
Halfway there, he heard the rumble of wheels. He instinctively stepped aside, only to hear Jiang Zhizhou call urgently, "Bu Er, get in!"
Jiang Zhizhou had been responsible for keeping watch at the Rare Treasures Pavilion. But when he saw the sun outside about to set and Bu Er still had not returned, he went out to find him.
The two met along the way.
"The young master's old illness has flared up. We must find a physician immediately," Bu Er said.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhizhou jumped down from the carriage and helped Bu Er carefully lift Yang Qing inside.
Then they headed for the nearest Medical Hall.
The sky grew darker and darker.
When Jiang Zhizhou and the others arrived at the Medical Hall, its attendant was locking up for the night. Bu Er barged into him, nearly sending one of the door panels flying.
"A physician! Fetch a physician! We have a patient who needs urgent treatment!" Bu Er caught his breath and hurriedly addressed the attendant.
"Sir, all the physicians have gone home to celebrate the New Year. Please seek help elsewhere."
Bu Er was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of