The Ghost Valley Master!!!
"That old geezer is too insidious, to actually dare to do this to him."
Prince Qing gritted his teeth, his anger flaring up once more. His face turned ashen, his fists clenched tightly, and he slammed a fist onto the table before him. The table immediately splintered, falling apart on the ground.
At this, Prince Qing's actions once again turned the young physician pale. He had thought Prince Qing's fist was about to land on him, but it turned out to be a false alarm, causing cold sweat to pour down his back.
"Zuo Qing, go to my study and retrieve the two remaining pills that the Ghost Valley Master gave me to take. Bring them here for this physician to examine."
Prince Qing suppressed his rage, speaking calmly, but the anger within him continued to churn in his chest.
"Yes, Your Highness!" Zuo Qing replied respectfully, then he withdrew from the room.
After a moment, Zuo Qing returned to the room holding a small black wooden box. He immediately handed the small black wooden box to Prince Qing. However, Prince Qing did not take the box from Zuo Qing's outstretched hand. Instead, he pointed to the young physician. Zuo Qing quickly understood Prince Qing's intention and handed the small box to the young physician.
"Physician, please take out the pills from this small wooden box and identify them," Zuo Qing reminded him.
The slender, tall, and rather handsome young physician glanced up at Zuo Qing. He was still somewhat afraid, but he took the small box Zuo Qing handed him.
He immediately opened the small box. A rich medicinal aroma permeated the air. Inside were two black pills, about the size of a thumb. The medicinal scent emanating from these pills was particularly potent to him.
The young physician casually took one of the pills and brought it close to his nose to smell it. He then closed his eyes, carefully identifying the main ingredients within the pill.
After a while, the young physician slowly spoke, "Your Highness, all the medicinal ingredients used in these two pills are aphrodisiacs."
The young physician's words were startling.
"Are you sure about your identification?"
Zuo Qing glanced at the grim-faced Prince Qing and confirmed the young physician's words again.
"If Your Highness and Sir do not believe this humble one, you can find two more physicians to identify them," the young physician said with certainty.
"No need. This Prince believes you do not have the audacity to deceive me, otherwise, your consequences can be imagined."
Prince Qing's sinister narrow eyes fixed on the young physician, his furrowed brows making his handsome face even more somber and dangerous.
"Your Highness, this humble one dares to stake his life on it," the young physician said, afraid that Prince Qing would not believe him and simply order him killed, so he guaranteed again.
"Very well, this Prince will believe you this once! However, since you have diagnosed the root of my ailment, you must have thought of a way to cure me, right?" Prince Qing said in a calm tone.
"Yes, this humble one has indeed thought of a prescription to treat Your Highness's ailment. Although this humble one cannot guarantee it will work, Your Highness can try this prescription."
The young physician had thought of this when he was taking Prince Qing's pulse earlier. Whether he treated Prince Qing's condition or not, he had to.
Because when he took Prince Qing's pulse, he also discovered that Prince Qing suffered from infertility, which was an absolute secret for those in the royal family, and he had discovered it.
Why not seize this opportunity to curry favor with Prince Qing and casually write him a prescription to vent his desires?
However, at this moment, this young physician never imagined that his foolish act would nearly cost him his life. If he had complied with Zuo Qing's suggestion and allowed Zuo Qing to throw him out of Prince Qing's manor, he might have escaped disaster. But he insisted on being clever and pushing himself into danger.
"Good. Zuo Qing, go fetch the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone for the physician to write the prescription," Prince Qing instructed Zuo Qing.
Then, Zuo Qing immediately brought the Four Treasures of the Study for the physician to use.
With a flourish, the young physician wrote a prescription and handed it to Zuo Qing. Zuo Qing took the prescription and glanced at it. Then, he turned to look at the young physician again, feeling that this young physician was playing with fire.
The physician from the Imperial Academy could not even cure his master's illness and dared not prescribe medicine for him. How could such a young physician, who had only studied medicine for a few years, dare to prescribe medicine for his master's condition?
After reading the prescription, Zuo Qing handed it back to Prince Qing. Prince Qing did not take the prescription, but instead, waved his hand and instructed Zuo Qing to have someone go out to fetch the medicine. Then, he asked Zuo Qing to arrange for the young physician to stay in the manor.
This was because after all physicians prescribed medicine for princes, they were required to stay by their side and supervise. If there were any problems with the medicine administered by the physician, they would be held responsible.
At noon, the servants of Prince Qing's manor quickly brewed the medicine prescribed by the young physician and gave it to Prince Qing to drink.
After drinking the decoction, Prince Qing felt comfortable for half an hour. However, after half an hour, the heat in his body became even more severe than before.
"Ah! This is unbearable! Guards! Guards! Go and kill the physician who tried to harm me!"
Zuo Qing pushed the door open and rushed in, only to see Prince Qing lying on the bed curled up in a ball, sweating profusely, and looking extremely uncomfortable.
Zuo Qing had no other recourse but to seal Prince Qing's acupoints to make him sleep and instruct someone to take good care of Prince Qing. Then, he ran to find the young physician.
This young physician had just been inquiring about Prince Qing's condition from the servants. At this moment, he was still feeling somewhat smug, thinking he would soon receive Prince Qing's reward and live a life of ease.
Therefore, when Zuo Qing found him with men, he was still happy, thinking that Zuo Qing had been sent by Prince Qing to bring him to receive his reward.
"Lord Zuo Qing, is His Highness Prince Qing alright?" the young physician asked with undisguised excitement.
"My Prince is left with only half his life because of you," Zuo Qing replied coldly.
"How is that possible? I just heard from the servants in the manor that His Highness Prince Qing is fine. Lord Zuo Qing, you wouldn't be lying to me, would you?" The young physician refused to believe Zuo Qing.
"I, Zuo Qing, do not have time to bicker with you. My Prince has just ordered me to execute you, and now I am here to send you on your way."
As Zuo Qing finished speaking, he quickly drew his long sword and thrust it into the young physician's chest. Hot blood immediately flowed from the young physician's chest. Looking at the sharp sword in his chest, the young physician had not yet reacted before he met his end.
Then, Zuo Qing kicked the young physician's body, and the young physician fell backward stiffly onto the ground with a "bang!" He immediately fainted.
"Don't blame me! You brought this upon yourself!"
"Guards, throw this corpse into the back mountains of the capital to feed the wolves," Zuo Qing said indifferently.