It turns out that this place is Anning Pavilion, which is a separate garden courtyard.

As soon as I entered the yard, I smelled a strong smell of medicine.

After entering Anning Pavilion, the smell became stronger and there was a rotten smell.

"Meet the Marquis."

"Meet the Marquis."

When he saw Ning'an Hou coming in, more than a dozen people bowed and bowed. All of them were doctors. The youngest were in their forties and fifties, and the oldest were in their seventies and eighties.

Obviously, in order to save his only son, Ning'an Hou invited almost all the famous doctors within a radius of hundreds of miles.

"What's the situation with the prince?" Ning Anhou asked tremblingly.

The oldest doctor said: "Marty, the prince's infection is called plum blossom poison. It is the most poisonous one among the flowers and willows. It is beyond cure. You should make plans early."

"Yes, there is no cure."

"This is a terminal illness."

"The Marquis has made plans."

Although I have heard this countless times, Ning'an Hou still feels the pain of heartbrokenness.

"Master, who is this?" the elderly doctor found Yun Zhonghe and couldn't help asking.

Yun Zhonghe bowed and said, "Liu Xiang in Xia Chu, learn magical techniques, and can cure the disease of flowers and willows."

"Nonsense." The elderly doctor said angrily: "What I hate most is that you, such as the scammers, not only deceive patients' families, but also ruin the reputation of doctors like us."

"Yes, yes. I have been studying medicine for decades. Who can't know that this plum blossom disease is unsolvable? I will definitely die."

"Mr. Marquis, this liar is arrested and sent to the government. After a few boards, he will recruit everything." The elderly doctor said: "With us here, we will definitely not let such a liar deceive the Marquis."

Then, the elderly doctor said: "Mr. Qibing, the prince was infected with the plum blossom virus. Although he was a terminal illness, it would be at least a few months later. It was only after the treatment of these scammers in the world that the poison was added to it. The prince's whole body was ulcerated. He could have lived for a few months, but now he may not be able to survive for half a month."

Yun Zhonghe stepped forward and took a look.

This marquis' prince's house is indeed a terrible sight.

The elderly doctor is right. The prince’s so many abscesses on his body are not just syphilis. It is indeed because after many quack doctors’ random treatment, the condition becomes more serious and his whole body is ulcerated.

If this continues, it will soon become sepsis, which will infect the internal organs and will indeed not be able to live for ten days.

And the fever was so scary that I was completely confused.

In modern society, even if you are infected with syphilis, you will have only a few dozen percent mortality rate. But in ancient times, the mortality rate was extremely high because it could not resist various complications.

"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong." The prince of the Marquis's mansion cried while screaming in pain: "But I really can't help it. You don't know how attractive the women from overseas are, each with blonde hair and blue eyes. I originally wanted to buy a clean one and come back to honor you, but now I don't dare..."

Damn, at this time, you still have this mind, you are such a filial son.

Ning'an Hou looked at Yun Zhonghe and said, "Chu Liuxiang, now when you see my son like this, do you still dare to boast about it and say that he will be cured within ten days? Do you still dare to say that within twelve hours will there be miraculous results?"

This is indeed miserable, much more tragic than Jing Wubian at that time.

Although both of them had high fevers, Jing Wubian had no ulceration and pus all over his body.

But what is ulceration and pus? Isn’t it just inflammation?

People in this world have not been baptized by antibiotics. Penicillin will be more effective in anti-inflammatory and suppuration.

Therefore, the more tragic the prince looks, the more magical Yun Zhonghe becomes.

Yun Zhonghe bowed and said, "All the doctors present can witness it. If the prince did not reduce his fever and did not improve significantly within twelve hours, you will remove my head."

Of course, Yun Zhonghe could only pray that the prince would not be allergic to penicillin.

I guess I don’t have that little bit of memorization. Such a small probability will make him bump into it?

But Yun Zhonghe has never lacked the courage to take risks. As the saying goes, if you want to make a bicycle, you will turn it into a motorcycle.

"Absurd, absurd."

"It's ridiculous to speak nonsense."

Many doctors refuted and shouted sternly: "Marty, lock him up and send him to the government office. Such a liar in the world will only ruin our reputation."

Ning'an Hou said: "Then you do it, I'll give you twelve hours."

Yun Zhonghe said: "Please use a screen to block the hospital bed. My magical medical skills cannot be displayed to anyone."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Anhou's face changed.

The doctor next to him angrily scolded: "It's ridiculous, we won't see it. What if you do anything bad to the prince?"

Yun Zhonghe said helplessly: "The prince has become like this, what other evil can I do to him?"

What he said makes sense.

So, several screens were brought over and surrounded the entire hospital bed.

The whole treatment process is too simple.

Yun Zhonghe took out the syringe made by the City Lord's Mansion. Although it was a little rough, it could be used at least.

Take out a bottle of penicillin, dilute it with saline, and inject it into the femoral blood vessels of the crown prince.

At this time, the prince's whole body was frustrated and he almost had no sense of it. He just felt a little swollen, but he didn't feel much pain.

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"Is this over?"

Ning'an Hou and the doctor present were extremely surprised.

This beggar-like scammer's treatment process is so fast that he doesn't have enough time to have a cup of tea.

In fact, it will not exceed two minutes.

Yun Zhonghe bowed and said, "Yes, it's over here."

Everyone suddenly felt that this was even more absurd. You are a liar in the world. Even if you want to cheat, you will be more decent. At least you will be pretending to be a god and be a ghost for half an hour.

Your nonsense skill is over, and you can use a screen to block it from people to see it?

If you can treat the terminal illness of Hualiu, I will jump out of this pavilion.

Ning'an Hou said: "Never need supplementary treatment again?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "In a short time, there is no need."

Ning'an Hou said sternly: "Come, lock him up."

The next second, several warriors stepped forward and grabbed Yun Zhonghe directly, took him to the underground secret room, and tied up all over his body.

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This basement is not big, and it can't even be a secret room.

Yun Zhonghe's whole body was tied to a chair.

"Bang!"

An hourglass was placed on the table and the sand kept flowing down.

"When the sand is over, if there is no new order, kill him." said the steward of the Marquis' Mansion.

"yes!"

Then, the butler also left.

Four warriors sat down and stared at Yun Zhonghe.

The entire basement is extremely quiet, with only a slight sound of quicksand.

This hourglass lasts twelve hours.

Twelve hours later, no new command is a command.

Anyway, killing a warlock in the world is really easier for the Marquis' Mansion than crushing an ant.

After twelve hours, the prince's condition did not improve significantly, so he killed Yun Zhonghe.

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The Marquis of Ning'an couldn't bear to see his son's miserable situation again, so he sighed in pain and left Anning Pavilion.

He hasn't gone to bed for days or nights.

After returning to the room, the lady immediately came up and asked in a trembling voice: "Husband, how about it? What are the skills of that martial arts warlock? Can you save our son?"

Ning'an Hou said: "There is no ability? You can't see it with a screen. It's over in less than half a stick of incense. You don't see any medicine or any medical skills. How can you treat the disease so quickly in this world? What's more, it's a terminal illness in Hualiu. This is a liar in the world, and it's an incredible madman."

The Marquis immediately became desperate, and tears surged out.

My poor son, my miserable son.

"Husband, my son is gone, and our An family is over. His Majesty the Emperor will definitely take the opportunity to depose our title."

The tears of Ning'an Hou slipped down and said tremblingly: "Ancestors, I am unfilial. The title of a hundred years has been in my generation, and it will be cut off."

The Marquis cried and said, "Why did Your Majesty treat us like this? Our ancestors made great contributions to the empire. If the heirs are not worthy, the prince of the rage, is stupid and fat, and is the most traitor of the empire. Why did the royal family repeatedly issue orders to praise them? Why didn't they take the title of their family?"
To be continued...