Outside the ward, silence prevailed.

 Blue Immortal, Lady Cold Jade, and the dozen or so physicians were all waiting outside.

 All the white cloths had been prepared.

 The keeners were ready.

 Just waiting for Jing Wubian to breathe his last.

 Of course, almost everyone was not sad. Inwardly, they might have even felt like laughing.

 The scourge of them all, Jing Wubian, had finally died. The heavens had pitied them and given them protection.

 Indeed, Heaven had eyes.

 Suddenly, Blue Immortal’s disciple said, “Almost time to kill that beggar, right? Let him be buried together with Master Wubian.”

 As soon as this was said, everyone was slightly shocked for a moment. They had almost forgotten about the beggar who was nothing more than a buffoon performing his tricks.

 What was he called? Right, Yun AoTian.

 Without saying a word, Lady Cold Jade headed directly to Yun Zhonghe’s malodorous little courtyard.

 Two hours had passed since Yun Zhonghe had last spoken.

 However, at that time, Yun Zhonghe ran wildly towards them.

 He was holding a box with both hands as he said, “The elixir is here. My elixir has been refined. I am here to save Master Jing Wubian.”

 Upon hearing his words, Blue Immortal and all the physicians were first startled, then inwardly, they burst out in wild laughter.

 Lunatic, a lunatic indeed.

 Everyone had come to the verdict that Jing Wubian would surely die, and even an immortal would hardly be able to save him.

 A beggar like you, deemed a lunatic, are you actually saying you can save him?

 With just the elixir you refined from rotten watermelons? This was really absurdity on a heroic scale.

 If you can save Master Jing Wubian, we would decapitate ourselves for you.

 At that point, Blue Immortal’s disciples were about to walk out again, but Blue Immortal shot them a warning glance. The castellan, Jing Zhongyue, was inside. They should not act too frivolously. Then, he cast his gaze at another physician.

 In the residence of the castellan, a single call from Blue Immortal could rally a hundred responses. The number of people who were his lackeys was really unknown.

 And his most loyal lackey was the physician named Lu Zhanyuan.

 At the sight of Blue Immortal’s warning look, this handsome middle-aged physician, Lu Zhanyuan, stepped forward and asked in a cold voice, “What are you trying to do?”

 Yun Zhonghe said, “Of course I am here to deliver the elixir to cure Master Jing Wubian.”

 Physician Lu Zhanyuan said, “Now, any Tom, Dick, or Harry can cure illnesses, can’t they? With the elixir that you refined from those rotten watermelons? Do you intend to treat illnesses, or kill people?”

 Then he went on to say, “Though Master Jing Wubian was already ill before, it was not life-threatening. But since you’ve come, his sickness suddenly became so serious that now, he is critically ill with only a faint breath of life left. This probably has something to do with you.”

 Blue Immortal’s number one lackey was vicious enough to actually say that Jing Wubian’s death was caused by Yun Zhonghe.

 At this time, a physician beside him said, “What Physician Lu said is not without reason. Master Jing Wubian was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, with a clean and noble background, while this beggar has been fooling around outside. Who knows what dirty things he carries with him on his body? Day after day, he hangs out with Master Jing Wubian and spreads these unclean things to Master Jing Wubian. It is also normal for this to cause his sickness to become more serious.”

 Physician Lu Zhanyuan said, “Lady Cold Jade, we have to immediately arrest this beggar, kill him, and make him a sacrificial object for Master Jing Wubian’s burial.”

 Lady Cold Jade had no faith in this lunatic, Yun Zhonghe, at all. She also felt that there would be no justice if Yun Zhonghe could bring the dying Jing Wubian back to life.

 But judging from the way Jing Wubian looked, he was on the verge of death. This was really a final resort to try and remedy a hopeless situation.

 She was just about to step inside to give Jing Zhongyue a report to clarify the situation.

 “Come in!” Jing Zhongyue said.

 This female castellan was, on the other hand, resolute and decisive.

 Lady Cold Jade brought Yun Zhonghe with her and walked in.

 Upon entering the ward, Yun Zhonghe wanted to explain the situation. After all, his method of treatment was relatively special.

 “Do it,” Jing Zhongyue said, stopping Yun Zhonghe from offering any explanation at all.

 She was not holding on to any hope either, but even if the outcome was not ideal, how bad could it be? By the look of it, Jing Wubian was already on the verge of death.

 Why did her voice sound so lovely? Like jade breaking, like ice cracking, it was simply wonderful.

 Yun Zhonghe raised his head to take a look, and instantly, he felt a bout of dizziness.

 No, going to faint, going to faint!

 This woman was so beautiful.

 So beautiful that it was beyond imagination.

 She was so soul-stirring and captivating that it made people dizzy.

 Can’t be tempted, can’t be tempted.

 No matter how beautiful a woman was, she was nothing more than a piece of skin, that was all.

 Fantasize about how she would look when squatting in a pit.

 Fantasize about how she would look when picking her teeth.

 Fantasize about how she would look when picking her nose.

 1The experienced Yun Zhonghe, who had encountered countless battles of men and women, knew that the party whose heart was tempted first would lose.

 In order to not be tempted, he would conjure an image of this woman in a terrible position in his mind.

 But the ruinous thing was that even when Yun Zhonghe fantasized her squatting in a pit, she was still so breathtakingly beautiful.

 Such a wonderful figure, let alone squatting in a pit. Even if she were to pee in her pants, it would still be a most romantic sight, right?

 Such a beautiful woman could be deadly.

 Lady Cold Jade was not the least surprised to see Yun Zhonghe go into a state of shock.

 “Do it! Regardless of whether it’s an immortal medicine or poison, just do it. If you can’t save him, then you will be buried with Jing Wubian. This is the road you chose,” she said.

 Form is indeed emptiness; emptiness is indeed form.

 Yun Zhonghe calmed his heartbeat.

 Inhale, exhale.

 Inhale, exhale.

 After calming his heart, Yun Zhonghe took out the penicillin that he had just finished refining, dissolved it in saltwater, then poured it into a bottle.

 He was going to make a drip bottle for Jing Wubian. He did this because he was unable to make the oral penicillin, and intestinal absorption was much too slow. It would be way faster if it were directly injected into the blood vessels.

 He did not have a soft, flexible tube, so he would use an animal’s blood vessel. There was no pinhole, so he used a kind of hollow, thin rod that had been sharpened, and then, he sterilized everything repeatedly.

 “Lady Cold Jade, you will pierce this sharpened thin rod into a blood vessel on Jing Wubian’s arm. Just this one blood vessel,” Yun Zhonghe said.

 Lady Cold Jade picked it up, and without saying anything, she pierced the sharp, thin, hollow rod directly into Jing Wubian’s vein.

 Yun Zhonghe loosened the animal’s blood vessel to allow the liquid penicillin to flow down and slowly be injected into Jing Wubian’s veins.

 There was no time for things like skin tests or the likes of that. If Jing Wubian was allergic to penicillin, all Yun Zhonghe could do was lament his unlucky life.

 “What do we need to do next?” Lady Cold Jade asked.

 Yun Zhonghe said, “Just wait for all the medicine in this bottle to disappear, that will do.”

 “So, in other words, there is nothing that requires your presence here for now, right?” Lady Cold Jade said.

 “Nothing more,” Yun Zhonghe replied.

 Without saying a word, Lady Cold Jade lifted Yun Zhonghe by his collar, headed outside, and threw him onto the ground.

 He was just too smelly and looked so dirty and messy. For him to stay in the same room as Jing Zhongyue would be blasphemous.

 “Wait outside!” Lady Cold Jade said. She did not say anything to threaten him. Anyway, if Jing Zhongyue died, she would immediately kill the beggar.

 Yun Zhonghe sat on the ground outside. He felt a little tired, so he simply laid himself down.

 A moment later, he actually fell asleep.

 He had done everything that could be done.

 What would happen next, whether Jing Wubian could be saved or not, was really at the mercy of God’s will.

 Seeing the beggar-like Yun Zhonghe lying on the ground, every single one of the dozen or so doctors who were present covered their mouths. Their eyes were filled with disgust and hatred.

 Blue Immortal closed his eyes and put his mind to rest.

 The only thing to do was to wait.

 Wait for Jing Wubian, who was inside the room, to breathe his last, then the drama that had been in play for the past few days would be over.

 As for the beggar on the ground, Yun AoTian, who was like a roach or rat, at that point in time, even Blue Immortal could not be bothered to kill someone like that with his own hands.

 As for his so-called elixir that could treat Jing Wubian?

 That was simply a great big joke.

 The castellan and Lady Cold Jade were just trying everything they could out of desperation. Allowing this crazy beggar to save someone in his way, would this be any different from murder?

 Originally, Jing Wubian would have still been able to hold out for two or three more days. After being treated by this crazy beggar, he probably would not live for more than an hour or two.

 ***

 A few hours passed.

 It was still very silent inside the ward.

 Despite the fact that Yun Zhonghe had already administered treatment for Jing Wubian, the penicillin was still entering his body in a continuous, steady flow.

 But Lady Cold Jade and Jing Zhongyue clearly did not hold any hope.

 It would simply be the world’s greatest joke if the dirty stuff extracted and refined from rotten watermelons could heal illnesses and save lives.

 If it were not for the fact that more than a dozen doctors, as well as Blue Immortal, had unanimously concluded that Jing Wubian was surely going to die, they would definitely not have allowed something that was boiled and cooked out of rotten watermelons to be infused into Jing Wubian’s body.

 At that moment, another person walked in.

 It was none other than the beautiful Lady Torn Gust. She had calmed down, but her eyes were filled with sorrow.

 She had even prepared her black cloth.

 As soon as Jing Wubian breathed his last, she would immediately put it on.

 Walking up to Jing Wubian’s side, she could not help but let tears fall once more.

 She had led a bitter life filled with misfortunate events. Her husband had suffered a stroke and lost consciousness. Now, even her son was dying.

 She really wished she could die with her son.

 Right then, Jing Wubian had still been groaning in pain while in a comatose state. But now, he was simply soundless.

 Earlier on, his skin had still been tinted red. But now, the redness had actually faded to ashen white.

 And his body had actually become cold.

 This… he was going to die!

 Lady Torn Gust was grieving as if her heart had died as she said, “Let the people of the residence prepare for the funeral.”

 “Understood!” Lady Cold Jade said.

 Just then, the sound of the night watchman on his beat outside the residence rang aloud.

 A new day was approaching!

 Blue Immortal’s disciple, the little priest, said, “Lady Cold Jade, the deadline of the warrant of military order of that beggar is up.”

 Lady Cold Jade replied, “I know. Do it.”

 A warrior drew out his sword and moved to stand before Yun Zhonghe, who was snoring away in his sleep.

 It’s better for you to die in your sleep like this, so I shall not wake you up.

 Then, the warrior drove his sword toward Yun Zhonghe’s chest to stab him.

 “Brother, what are you doing?” Yun Zhonghe suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

 Physician Lu Zhanyuan said, “Yun AoTian, the deadline for your warrant of military order is up. Your hour of doom has arrived.”

 Yun Zhonghe said, “But I have already cured Master Jing Wubian.”

 Blue Immortal’s lackey, Lu Zhanyuan, gave a cold sneer and said, “Up to this point in time, you are still trying to feign ignorance and act like a fool? When did you cure Master Jing Wubian?

 Yun Zhonghe said, “In my dreams. Just now, I clearly dreamt that Master Jing Wubian was saved by me.”

 The moment this was said, the crowd could not help but burst out laughing.

 Indeed, this was utter madness.

 You saved Master Jing Wubian in your dreams; then, you should be allowed to sleep for a little longer. You can have everything, or even more, in your dreams. Who knows, you may even be able to marry Castellan Jing?

 “Cut the crap. Just do it and kill him,” the little priest said.

 Yun Zhonghe said, “If you don’t believe me, why don’t you go see for yourselves? I am someone who never lies in my dreams.”

 “This talk is really madness piled upon madness,” the warrior said coldly. “Go to hell and continue with your acts of madness there.”

 However, just then!

 Inside the ward, Jing Wubian suddenly sat up and shouted loudly, “Don’t kill AoTian. Don’t kill my AoTian!”

 He actually sat up, alive and well.

 As if he was a dying corpse who had been revived.

 Instantly, everyone was stunned and could not believe their ears.

 This… What was going on here?

 A few hours ago, Jing Wubian was critically ill, practically at death’s door with only a faint breath of life left.

 Now, he had actually been brought back to life?

 The medicine that this beggar made out of rotten watermelon, was it really so magical?