Divine Physician Ye Changfeng received a message by carrier pigeon and hurried back to Capital City as soon as he finished dealing with the epidemic.
Before he could even take a sip of tea, people from the National Preceptor's Residence threw a sack over him, chair and all, and abducted him to the residence.
Passersby shook their heads and sighed that another innocent person was going to be tortured to death.
Divine Physician Ye looked at Xie Huizhou, who had supposedly come close to needing funeral arrangements, and fell silent at the sight of his rosy complexion. He took his pulse himself.
How strange. Why do you look so healthy to me?
Divine Physician Ye Changfeng's brows drew tighter and tighter as he took his pulse, and Xie Huizhou's heart rose into his throat.
He was afraid Divine Physician Ye would tell him to eat whatever he fancied while he still could.
"Doctor, can I still be saved?" Xie Huizhou began to feel frightened in hindsight. He had even decided where he wanted to be buried after he died. "If there's no saving me, remember to burn plenty of paper money for me so I can be a rich man down below."
He would have to remind the Shadow Guards later to burn all the erotic paintings he had drawn when they handled his funeral arrangements.
Xie Huizhou dared not imagine how unable to rest in peace he would be if they discovered that he was Spring Studio Hermit.
Hearing Xie Huizhou begin to give instructions for after his death, Zhang Lanhe could not help asking, his Snake Pupils full of worry, "How exactly is His Highness doing? As long as you can cure him, I'll do my best to pay whatever fee you ask."
Xie Huizhou had nearly died