That day, Xie Huizhou was secretly drawing a new picture book in the National Preceptor's Residence, with the Shadow Guards keeping watch for him.
If anyone discovered him doing such things in the tranquil National Preceptor's Residence, Xie Huizhou's reputation would be ruined.
Zhang Lanhe had brought men to tie up an unexpected physician and bring him to Xie Huizhou. He was trussed up so thoroughly that anyone who did not know better would have thought he was some notorious bandit.
At some point, the steward had produced a sharp, long saber. He sprayed liquor over it and was now holding it up against the handsome pretty boy's neck.
"Still refusing, are you? Then how about I make it quick for you? Don't be scared. Before I became a steward, I was an executioner. I guarantee a swift death."
Hearing the commotion, Xie Huizhou's eyes blazed with curiosity. He set down his drawing and went out with a plate of melon seeds to enjoy the show.
What kind of forced-compliance fiction was playing out here?
He loved watching this.
The handsome pretty boy realized they were serious and instantly changed his mind. "Wait! It has suddenly occurred to me that, as a physician, how could I possibly see a patient and refuse to help? As long as you deliver on the terms we discussed, I will do my utmost."
He was a physician, not a stubborn mule.
The long saber had nearly reached the handsome pretty boy's neck, just a fraction away from taking his head off, when Zhang Lanhe shouted for the steward to stop.
"Release him."
The steward had not had his fill and deeply regretted it, but he quickly put the saber away and untied him.
The pretty boy rose unhurriedly from the ground and introduced himself