An Ran rolled her eyes speechlessly. Never mind. Just try to ignore it...
An Ran frowned and carefully felt the man's pulse. The more carefully she checked, the more her brows furrowed. Uncle Li, who was standing by, became nervous. This was a fourth-level alchemist. The previous alchemist had also shown the same expression when he saw the young master, and then he directly said that he could not cure it and ran away.
After a long while, An Ran finally stood up, looked at the man and said, "You've been poisoned, and for a long time."
Uncle Li saw that An Ran had not left and had immediately hit the nail on the head. He looked at An Ran excitedly and asked tremblingly, "Master, my young master was drugged five years ago. Can you cure him?"
An Ran looked at Uncle Li, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you asking me now if I can cure it? So what if I can? So what if I can't?"
The man opened his eyes instantly, his calm eyes showing unconcealed shock and joy. He had just been disappointed so many times that he hadn't said anything. But after hearing An Ran's words, he knew that she could be cured. He stared at An Ran intently and said firmly, "As long as you can cure me, I'll do whatever you want!"
An Ran raised an eyebrow when she heard this. She looked at the man, stroking her chin, and said thoughtfully, "Hmm... the carriage you're riding in looks quite nice. Your family must be quite wealthy... Hmm... there's a "Jun" character on the carriage, so you must be from the Jun Palace... Someone from the Jun Palace, so young, and still being called "Young Master"... This status, tsk tsk, I'm not greedy. Here, just agree to my three conditions."
As soon as An Ran finished speaking, the man immediately said, "As long as it does not violate morality and conscience, and it is within my ability, as long as you can say it, I, Jun Zichen, can do it!" Although his tone was weak, it had a power that could not be doubted.
"Master! How could you agree to this request?! How could a mere alchemist like him make such a request?!" Uncle Li looked at Jun Zichen disapprovingly. Although this alchemist could cure his young master, with the power of the King's Mansion, what kind of alchemist could not be found?!
If she could cure the young master's poison, then any alchemist above the fourth rank could do the same! What could she possibly want that the Prince's Palace couldn't find?! This request was like selling herself! With the Prince's Palace's reputation, so many people flocked to treat the young master, but they simply didn't want to publicize it. How could she have so many conditions?! I thought she was pretty good just now, how could she suddenly become like this?
An Ran watched Uncle Li's expression change from the side, complacently watching him. She silently commented in her heart: Hmm...it seems he really just throws things away after using them. What a bad character. Then she looked at Jun Zichen like a spectator, waiting for his decision.
Jun Zichen looked at Uncle Li with a dark look in his eyes and said calmly, "Uncle Li, I don't want to wait any longer. Instead of waiting for some vague hope that may be somewhere, I'd rather seize the opportunity that's right in front of me. So, I'll give her whatever she wants!"
After saying this, Jun Zichen swore on the spot: "I, Jun Zichen, swear here today that if I regret it..."
"Your family is broken, your wife and children are separated, and you will never see your loved ones again..." An Ran kindly reminded from the side.
Uncle Li glared at An Ran angrily. This oath was too poisonous! He said to An Ran angrily, "I don't want you to treat me anymore! Venerable Mo Shang has already come out of retreat! Let's go find Venerable Mo Shang when we return home! He's already a sixth-grade alchemist. I don't believe he can't cure me!"
An Ran did not answer, but stood leisurely with her arms folded, looking at Uncle Li and Jun Zichen with a half-smile.
Jun Zichen glanced at An Ran coldly, but still kept his word: "If you regret it, your family will be destroyed, your wife and children will be separated, and you will never see your loved one again."
An Ran looked at Jun Zichen, brushed off the non-existent dust on her hands, and nodded with a smile: "Well, believe me, even Venerable Mo Shang may not be able to cure you, but I definitely can!"
After saying that, he looked at Uncle Li provocatively and asked a few servants to help Xiao Ai, who was still eating barbecue over there, pack up her things and move over here to sit.
After An Ran finished everything, she asked Jun Zichen with a serious expression, "Do you often feel a heat in your abdomen, as if there's a fire burning, and a stuffy feeling in your chest, as if a heavy object weighing several hundred kilograms is pressing on you?"
Jun Zichen was surprised. It seemed that this alchemist was not bragging. He didn't know where he came from.
Although he was suspicious of her background, he nodded to An Ran calmly, "It's been like this for a long time. It wasn't so serious at first, but in the past year, the symptoms have become increasingly severe."
An Ran nodded, then asked Jun Zichen, "Have you noticed any bruises or petechiae on your body lately? I hope you can answer honestly and not be shy. This will affect my assessment of your condition."
Jun Zichen looked at An Ran's serious expression and nodded involuntarily, "They started to appear in the last six months. At first, it was only on my abdomen, a single one, the size of a thumb, bright red. Then they gradually grew and became more numerous. Now I have three on my abdomen, the size of a baby's palm, dark red. I also have two on my chest, but they are smaller than the ones on my abdomen, and the color is only a little lighter than the ones on my abdomen. What's the problem?"
Uncle Li was shocked when he heard these changes in Jun Zichen's body. Could it be that the young master's condition was truly incurable? No, I must send a message to the master immediately and ask him to find the whereabouts of Venerable Mo Shang as soon as possible!
When An Ran heard Jun Zichen say this, she suddenly felt that the situation was very difficult. The poisoning had already reached the late stage at this stage, and even the most pain-tolerant people could not endure the pain. She did not expect that Jun Zichen could actually endure it, which showed his intelligence.
An Ran frowned and thought for a few seconds. She asked the guard for paper and pen and drew a few needles, some long, some short, some thick, some thin. Then she handed them to Jun Zichen and said to him, "Find someone to make these things as quickly as possible according to this drawing. The requirements and quantities are marked next to the drawing."
Jun Zichen took the blueprint and examined it carefully. The more he looked, the more puzzled he became. The type and number of the blueprint were almost identical to those of the Ice Soul Divine Needles. He frowned and thought for a moment, as if he had made a difficult decision. Then he said to the guard, "Go, bring the Ice Soul Divine Needles here."
Uncle Li's body trembled, his eyes widened in disbelief, his tone filled with strong disapproval: "Young Master! The Ice Soul Divine Needle was given to Venerable Mo Shang. Without the Ice Soul Divine Needle, how can we ask Venerable Mo Shang to treat you?!"
Jun Zichen looked at Uncle Li with sharp eyes and said in a light tone: "Uncle Li, this is the second time you have questioned my decision!"
Uncle Li listened to Jun Zichen's slightly blaming tone and lowered his head hurriedly, saying a little uneasily: "Yes, Master, I know I was wrong."
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