Mu Anjin looked at the cold sweat on his forehead and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Why is Lord Wang sweating so much? Isn't it winter?"
Hearing Mu Anjin's cold tone, Lord Wang was almost ready to kneel down.
"Your Highness..."
Mu Anjin continued, "Lord Wang, do you know how much you owe me?"
Lord Wang nodded: "Your humble servant deserves to die, your humble servant deserves to die."
As he spoke, he knelt down on the ground with a thud.
Mu Anjin looked at him with a smile, but that smile seemed cold no matter how you looked at it.
“Die? No, no, you shouldn’t die. You are of great use to me.”
Lord Wang remained kneeling on the ground, too afraid to move.
Mu Anjin rubbed his head again: "I do have a headache, and it's because of one person!"
Lord Wang was somewhat puzzled: "A person?"
He's a doctor, so how could he possibly kill that person?
Mu Anjin suddenly stood up and whispered a few words in the imperial physician's ear.
Lord Wang froze on the spot: "Your Highness?"
Mu Anjin looked at him, still smiling: "Your own life, or that person's life, the choice is yours!"
After saying that, he lay back down on the bed and rubbed his temples.
"The things are on the table. Take them, and all the wealth and glory you will have in the future will be yours. If you don't agree, once you leave the mansion, your family can prepare for your funeral."
Mu Anjin closed his eyes, not even glancing at Lord Wang.
Lord Wang remained kneeling on the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
Time passed second by second. Lord Wang looked at the person on the bed who seemed to have fallen asleep, sighed deeply, and then picked up a packet of medicine powder from the table.
With a click, the door closed, and Lord Wang left.
The moment the door closed, Mu Anjin said, "Follow him!"
"yes!"
Xu Jiao'er watched as Lord Wang left like a walking corpse, and she knew that Mu Anjin must have forced this lord to do something again. She quickly took out her gold hairpin and wrote a line on it: November 5th, meeting with Imperial Physician Lord Wang.
As night falls on a winter night, the cold air seems to penetrate straight to one's bones.
Lord Wang carried his medicine chest and walked slowly, letting the cold wind blow against his almost stiff body.
He looked at the frozen river and let out a bitter laugh: "So, I can't even die?"
He really wanted to jump into the river and end it all by dying.
Before he could finish speaking, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "My lord, the prince said it doesn't matter if he dies, but you should think about your family!"
After saying that, the person disappeared.
Lord Wang turned around to look, but there was only the pitch-black night behind him.
He didn't even have the right to die anymore. He regretted it so much. He never expected that Mu Anjin would be so vicious after gaining power.
The following evening, Lord Wang went to check the Emperor's pulse and added the medicinal powder given to him by Mu Anjin to the Emperor's usual tonic.
When Lord Wang returned to the Imperial Hospital, his face was deathly pale, and he was restless and unable to sit still.
"Lord Wang? Why are you sweating so much?"
Another imperial physician noticed that something was wrong with him and came over to ask him what was wrong.
Lord Wang suddenly shuddered, shook his head and said, "No, it's nothing."
"Lord Wang, if you're not feeling well, please go back. We're here to help."
Lord Wang nodded blankly: "Alright, alright, then I'll be going now!"
"Okay, go back and rest."
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