The car was dimly lit, and the atmosphere was oppressive.
The old doctor slumped in the corner, sighing repeatedly.
"Sigh... young lady, you're too impulsive... do you even know what the Hashi family is?"
"That old clan chief's illness is really strange; several doctors went in and never came out... I'm too old to die, but you're all still young..."
Yan Ning smiled slightly, her voice steady:
"Uncle, don't worry. I came here because of the evil spirits."
Xie Huaiye remained silent, only silently tightening his grip on Yan Ning's hand.
Yan Ning turned to look at him and asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid?"
Xie Huaiye shook his head, his voice low but firm:
"Don't be afraid, wherever you are, I'll be there."
...
After an unknown amount of time, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the door was roughly pulled open.
The blinding sunlight streamed in.
"Get down! Quickly!" the guard shouted sternly.
Yan Ning, Xie Huaiye, and the old doctor got off the car one after another.
When they looked up, all three of them were stunned.
Before me lay a magnificent, palace-like complex of buildings.
The tall, golden dome glittered in the sunlight.
The white stone pillars are carved with intricate patterns, so magnificent that they take your breath away.
Yan Ning couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "Is this really in an ancient city? It's so luxurious..."
The guards shoved them, yelling, "Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"
Passing through the magnificent archway heavily guarded by soldiers.
They were led to a wide square.
The scene before her made Yan Ning's heart tighten.
Dozens of people gathered in the square, all dressed simply and with worried expressions.
There were elderly people with gray hair, and also young people who looked like they had only recently started practicing medicine.
They all looked anxious, like ants on a hot pan.
Someone was holding a thick medical book, his fingers trembling as he turned the pages, muttering to himself.
Someone was squatting on the ground, with a mortar and pestle and herbs in front of them, frantically grinding and mixing them.
Some people were pacing back and forth, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.
A young doctor, his voice trembling with tears, asked the person next to him:
"Dr. Zhang, what exactly is this illness? How many times is this now?"
The old man he was questioning shook his head, his face filled with despair:
"Don't ask... If they can't be cured... which of the legendary doctors Wang and Li who went in before came out?"
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