"If it was really this little boy who drugged Master Zhang, then it is very likely that this little boy was the one who gave the order behind the scenes."

Zhao Ji touched his chin and said after thinking for a moment.

The head of the Imperial Hospital nodded but said nothing. The most urgent task now was to wake up Master Zhang.

Otherwise, the truth of everything can only be guessed.

Master Zhang was still in a deep sleep. He had been gone for such a long time and hadn't had a drop of water. If he continued like this, he would probably die in his own dream.

The director of the Imperial Medical Bureau asked the hospital to prepare some nourishing medicinal soup, as Master Zhang is very weak now.

If he hadn't been given a few sips of ginseng soup to keep him alive, he would have probably died before the chief of the Imperial Hospital could give him acupuncture.

One silver needle after another was inserted into him, and Master Zhang was almost turned into a hedgehog.

Afterwards, the head of the Imperial Hospital took Zhang Zhenren's hand and drew blood from his ten fingers.

As the blood slowly flowed out, Master Zhang's face gradually turned rosy.

After about half an incense stick of time, Master Zhang frowned slightly and his eyeballs rolled around under his eyelids.

Seems to be struggling uncomfortably.

The head of the Imperial Medical Service motioned Zhao Ji to step forward and shout a few words.

Zhao Ji stepped forward and said calmly, "The emperor has used up all his pills today. If he doesn't get new ones, I'm afraid he'll go crazy!"

Hearing this, Master Zhang struggled even harder as expected.

The frequency of my eyelid twitching has increased.

But it seemed like something was missing and he just couldn't wake up.

Zhao Ji thought for a moment and said, "Zhao Ji is really useless. He collapsed after drinking the medicine twice. Now he is like a mad dog in the mansion every day!"

The head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, who was drinking tea to catch his breath, spat out a mouthful of tea when he heard Zhao Ji say this to him.

This caused Zhao Ji to look at him sideways, but the head of the Imperial Hospital just stretched out his hand and clasped his fists to express his admiration.

Now Master Zhang is in a dream, and no one knows what he is dreaming about. He can sense the sounds from the outside world, so the sounds must be able to stimulate Master Zhang.

The two things Zhao Ji mentioned were what Master Zhang was most concerned about before he fell asleep.

Or perhaps it is what Master Zhang most wants to see.

The purpose of Master Zhang sending medicine to the emperor was to hope that the emperor would become addicted to Wu Shi San and then become a slave of Wu Shi San, so that Master Zhang could control the emperor behind the scenes.

On Zhao Ji's side, Master Zhang also hopes to control the situation through medicine.

So after Zhao Ji said this last sentence, Master Zhang seemed to struggle even harder, and then suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth wide.

I don't know where I got the strength from, but I actually sat up, took a long breath and gasped.

This was followed by a violent cough that sounded like the lungs were being coughed out.

At this time, silver needles were inserted into Master Zhang's face, arms, and body.

From a distance it looked like a hedgehog coughing madly.

At this time, Zhang Zhenren gradually regained consciousness, and he finally realized that he was not in the Taoist temple.

"Master Zhao, what are you doing? Why did you bring me here? I am the emperor's guest, not your prisoner!"

As soon as Master Zhang woke up and saw Zhao Ji, he subconsciously entered a state of combat readiness.

Zhao Ji smiled faintly: "If I hadn't brought you here, Master Zhang, I'm afraid you wouldn't even know how you died!"

After saying this, Master Zhang's face froze and he stopped talking, as if he was recalling what had happened to him before.

Zhao Ji and the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau openly observed Master Zhang's expression and found that his expression changed from confusion to thoughtfulness, then to shock and then to alertness.

"I didn't expect that the little boy in Zhang Zhenren's Taoist temple is actually a hidden master. He was able to knock you out and throw you into the underground storage space of the Taoist temple. It seems that Zhang Zhenren also doesn't know how to judge people!"

Zhao Ji said this calmly, pushing all the blame on the little boy, while observing Master Zhang's reaction.

Zhang Zhenren was slightly stunned, then he naturally took over Zhao Ji's words and said, "I adopted that child on the way to the palace. I didn't expect him to have such bad intentions. Maybe he is not used to the life in the palace. After all, children must yearn for the colorful world outside!"

"Taoism emphasizes following fate. Since this child doesn't want to stay in the palace and sneaked out, let him live freely outside! There's no need to chase him. There's nothing valuable in the Taoist temple anyway, and this child can't take anything away!"

From Master Zhang's words, it can be heard that Master Zhang does not want Zhao Ji and the others to pursue the matter of the little boy, or he is trying to find all kinds of excuses for the little boy to justify his escape.

Zhao Ji did not say anything, but the head of the Imperial Hospital said, "At such a young age, he can use the Five Stones Powder to harm others. I'm afraid he will be a disaster when he grows up. Is Master Zhang really going to protect him like this?"

Master Zhang's pupils shrank drastically after he heard the word "Wu Shi San". Although he tried his best to hide his panic, Zhao Ji and Zhao Ji could still catch the stiffness and panic on Master Zhang's face at that moment.

Zhang Zhenren pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly and revealed a smile: "What is Five Stone Powder? How come I don't know?"

Things have come to this point. Although now is not the best time to expose Master Zhang, Zhao Ji does not want to continue acting with Master Zhang.

Judging from the current clues, Master Zhang is at most a small part of a huge plan.

In other words, they are the minions of this powerful plan.

It is enough to squeeze some clues out of the minions. There is no need to stay entangled with them for too long.

So Zhao Ji said calmly: "Master Zhang has good acting skills, and he is suitable to be an actor. However, if you pretend not to know about this Wushisan, it would be too much. After all, isn't there this thing in the medicine you gave me? And the pills that the emperor has also have this thing."

"So do you think it's credible to pretend to be Zhang Zhenren like this? If I were you, I would just admit it openly so that I can have an intact body!"

As soon as Zhao Ji finished speaking, Zhang Zhenyuan's face turned pale. Zhang Zhenyuan never thought that he would be exposed like this.

Moreover, the tone of Zhao Ji and the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau was very firm. It was obvious that Zhao Ji was not deceiving them in this matter and he must have real evidence.

"Master Zhang, if you explain yourself well, maybe you can get a lighter sentence!"

Zhao Ji could only hint at this.