GBP Chapter 285 Dead Man
Chapter 285 Dead Man
Daybreak gradually broke.
The pale blue sky is dotted with a few remaining stars, waiting for the magnificent light from the east to slowly penetrate the clouds.
Ji Bozhou waited for a whole night, but there was no news of Qing Mo returning.
My heart had long since sunk into the abyss, as if it had been soaked in the dark waters of a lake, completely chilled.
Fortunately, Ji Shan invited Dr. Cui, a genius doctor, and spent ten times the market price to bribe him, and he finally agreed to come in the first half of the night.
The wound has been bandaged and his life is no longer in danger.
Doctor Cui is in his sixties. He had been trying to save Ji Xiangli for half the night and now he could hardly open his eyelids.
He came out saunteringly, his beard blowing, a look of discontent on his face: "The person has been saved, but I, an old man, almost died in your house this night."
"Your Ji family has enriched themselves for so many years, and your family is indeed generous. This trip for me, an old man, is not a loss at all!"
He snorted coldly, glanced at Ji Xiangli who lay unconscious on the bed with some dissatisfaction, and said in a gloomy tone: "However, he is alive. When he wakes up, and whether he can wake up, all depends on his fate!"
"Based on my years of speculation, I'm afraid he's in such a state that he's very likely to never wake up and become a living dead."
"The living dead?!"
Ji Bozhou couldn't believe it. It was just one day and his father would never wake up again.
However, there were still many things he and his father hadn't discussed, many things he hadn't spoken openly about...
With grief and indignation swirling in his chest, he grabbed hold of Divine Doctor Cui, a frenzy flashing across his eyes. "Didn't you take so much money? Why couldn't you save him?!"
The voice was already extremely sharp.
When Doctor Cui saw him like this, he knew that his essence was seriously depleted. He was not afraid of him and brushed it away.
He said angrily, "If Master Ji doesn't believe me, you can ask another doctor to treat him. Your father has done so many evil things, and he has met a filial son like you. He is lucky to be able to keep a breath!"
"Traditional Chinese medicine also emphasizes destiny and fate. I, an old man, was destined to have you as my patient. Although I am dissatisfied, I cannot escape it. But it is destiny that Ji Guozhang cannot wake up."
He looked Ji Bozhou up and down indifferently and said, "I have done what I should do. As for the rest, Master Ji, please take care of yourself!"
Ji Bozhou was pushed back three steps by Doctor Cui.
He felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and his eyes and body were filled with a pain that gnawed at his heart and rotted his bones.
He couldn't shed tears or make a sound, as if someone was strangling his throat and the pain was so severe that he could no longer speak.
He knew that because of the Ji family's former reputation in the capital, and the fact that they were later stripped of their titles, many doctors from outside were unwilling to come to the mansion to see patients.
Especially doctors like Dr. Cui, who have many patients and are famous all over the world, are extremely difficult to hire.
So that night, even though people came, they didn't give me a good look.
For the common people, no one wants their father to survive.
But, he is just an ordinary son and cannot lose his family again...
Seeing that Ji Bozhou didn't speak for a long time, Doctor Cui didn't delay any longer. He picked up his medicine box and went out.
He just said coldly, "Remember to take your medicine on time. Don't use any tonic medicine within a month!"
Then, the sound gradually faded away until it disappeared at the gate of the mansion.
After being stunned for about a quarter of an hour, Ji Bozhou finally came to his senses.
He sat beside Ji Xiangli's couch, watching the servants clean his body, feed him medicine bit by bit, and cover him with a brocade quilt properly.
Look at that face that was once full of pride, now it is full of desolation and death.
A suffocating pain gradually filled my heart.
Everything he did was for his father to survive!
What is all this now? What is the point?
Ji An looked at the dark circles under his eyes and the fatigue, and reminded him with some concern, "Master, you didn't sleep all night and didn't eat anything last night. The old man is fine now, so why don't you go and have dinner first?"
"Don't worry, I have this old servant to take care of us. Everything will be fine..."
Ji Bozhou nodded and did not reject Ji An's kindness.
Indeed, he is not a doctor, and staying here will be of no help.
Everything depends on my father himself...
He deliberately suppressed the needle-like pain in his heart, as if he could not feel any emotions. He was dispirited and was supported by the servant step by step as he walked out of the main courtyard.
When he reached the center of the yard, he suddenly stopped and looked up, as if he had thought of something, with a look of sarcasm on his face.
God willing……
Ah.
God willing.
God's will was never on his side.
Since it is God's will, it means that he can no longer trust God.
The only person you can trust is yourself!
The servant beside him looked at his increasingly sinister expression and felt a surge of fear in his heart.
"Master, you are not feeling well. Please go and have dinner."
The servant couldn't help but shiver.
After dinner, the sound of horse hooves was finally heard outside Ji's house.
Qing Mo's voice came quickly from the outer courtyard into Danbo Zhai.
"Master, Master, I'm back..."
Ji Bozhou glanced at the servant beside him calmly and said, "Bring Qing Mo here."
After a moment, Qing Mo walked into Danbo Zhai with two cracked lips.
Ji Bozhou, with a look of weariness on his face, sat up from the recliner and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"
Qing Mo's eyes slowly turned red. "Master, I followed your instructions last night and went to the palace gate to deliver a message. The Jinwu Guards at Taihe Gate said they also sent a message to Kunning Palace."
"But the people at Kunning Palace said that the Imperial Medical Bureau had closed for the night, leaving only two imperial physicians. One was caring for the ailing Empress, and the other was serving the Empress Dowager. So there weren't any extra doctors available for us..."
A cold arc crossed Ji Bozhou's lips, and he snorted sarcastically.
"Then why did you stay up all night and come back only at noon?"
Qing Mo swallowed, and the gloom between his brows lingered for a long time.
"I waited at the palace gate last night, but there was no news until the middle of the night. I was about to leave, but was stopped by a eunuch who said that the emperor knew about the master's situation and was heartbroken, so he ordered people to prepare precious medicinal herbs as a token of his gratitude."
"It's just that many of them are hard to gather at the moment, so I need to wait for a while. That's why I've been delayed until now to return home."
He pointed in the direction of the courtyard, his expression somewhat comforted.
"The carriage outside is filled with nourishing herbs. They are all extremely hard to find. Would you like to go and take a look? Perhaps the master can use them."
Ji Bozhou raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his voice filled with coldness, "Throw the herbs into the warehouse. My Ji Mansion can afford those things ourselves."
"Divine Doctor Cui saved my father last night and specifically instructed that he not take any nourishing foods for the next month..."
Qing Mo was shocked.
Then he scratched his head, feeling that something seemed to be wrong.
Looking at the low chill emanating from Ji Bozhou's body, I suddenly felt a chill on my back.
Ji Bozhou got up and went to Ji Xiangli's house again.
He sent all the servants away and lay alone on the recliner with his eyes closed to rest.
His father was murdered, and considering the agreement he had with Yuanyuan, he should not attack his father again.
However, he naturally wouldn't trust it completely.
After all, he had almost hurt her in the past. With her vengeful nature, she would naturally not forget the hatred.
But now that things have happened, he still prefers the greater possibility - Jiang Xing.
Because he was harmed by people arranged by his eldest brother and father before, he must still have resentment in his heart and wants to get rid of his father as soon as possible.
He glanced at his thin, pale hands, his eyes brimming with cruelty.
But in his current state, even an old doctor has more power than him.
Naturally, he couldn't deal with Jiang Xing...
Everything needs to be cheered up.
As for his good sister, I'm afraid it's not that she can't mobilize the imperial physician, but that she simply doesn't want to help.
Oh, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
What did he have to lose?
At worst, both sides will be destroyed!