Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

When Zhao Yu and Xun Yu eliminated the remaining Wei troops, Chu Ning also rushed to Qingcheng with Sun Simiao.

The towering walls of Qingcheng cast long shadows in the setting sun. Jia Yu stood at the city gate, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the hilt of his sword.

The thin man, who was over forty-five, frowned, his eyes full of anxiety.

Behind him stood twenty elite soldiers, each with a solemn expression, and the air was filled with tension.

"Sir, can His Majesty really arrive today?" A deputy general asked in a low voice, with uneasiness in his voice.

Jia Yu looked up at the sky. The setting sun had already sunk behind the battlements of the city wall. "The Jinyiwei's pigeon said they'll arrive before sunset. Wait a little longer."

Just as he finished speaking, a burst of hurried horse hooves suddenly came from the distance.

The sentry on the tower shouted, "A cavalry unit is coming from the north! Look, it's your Majesty!"

Jia Yu's eyes lit up and he hurriedly climbed up the city wall to look out.

I saw dust flying on the northern official road, and a cavalry team of about fifty people was galloping towards me.

The leading knight was wearing a black cloak that fluttered in the wind. It was Chu Ning.

"Open the city gate quickly!"

Jia Yu rushed down the city wall in two steps, his heart beating violently in his chest.

He knew very well how critical King Zhao's situation was at the moment.

When Chu Ning rode his horse into the city gate, Jia Yu immediately knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty!"

Chu Ning pulled the reins, and the warhorse stood up and neighed.

He didn't even have time to dismount, and leaned forward to ask, "How is Brother Zhao Wang doing?"

Jia Yu looked up, the worry in his eyes no longer concealed. "Your Majesty, the condition of Prince Zhao is very grim. The poison from the Scorpion Heart Powder has spread to half of his body."

Chu Ning's face turned pale in an instant, and his hands holding the reins tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning white.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the carriage behind him: "Divine Doctor Sun!"

The carriage curtain was lifted, revealing Sun Simiao's wrinkled but energetic face.

Although the old doctor was over sixty years old, he was still agile and jumped out of the carriage without waiting for the servants to bring a stepping stool.

"lead the way!"

Chu Ning shouted loudly, and at the same time, he squeezed the horse's belly, and the warhorse immediately rushed forward.

Jia Yu quickly jumped on his horse and caught up. Sun Simiao was also helped onto another horse by the guards. The group passed through the streets of Qingcheng like a whirlwind, causing passers-by to give way.

A quarter of an hour later, everyone arrived in front of a big house in the city center.

This was originally the residence of the Qingcheng prefect, and is now temporarily used as a place for King Zhao to recuperate.

Outside the mansion gate stood a line of fully armed guards, and the air was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

Chu Ning almost jumped off his horse and strode into the mansion without even taking off his cloak.

After passing through several courtyards, they arrived at the innermost main house, and two guards immediately pushed open the door.

The light in the room was dim and the smell of medicine was even stronger.

Chu Ning immediately saw Chu Kuang lying on the bed.

The King of Zhao, who was usually majestic and invincible on the battlefield, now looked pale. His face, neck, and bare arms were covered with terrible black and purple lines, like a net of death that trapped him tightly.

"Brother Wang!"

Chu Ning's voice choked. He staggered forward and knelt in front of the bed. He reached out his trembling hand to touch Chu Kuang, but retracted it as if he was afraid of hurting him.

Sun Simiao stepped forward quickly, first checked Chu Kuang's breath, then grabbed his wrist and took his pulse.

The old doctor's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, almost twisting into a knot.

"Your Majesty, please let me check it carefully." Sun Simiao said in a deep voice.

Only then did Chu Ning notice that there were other people in the room - Jia Yu and Ma Chao, who had rushed over after hearing the news, were standing nearby.

Ma Chao's left arm was still bandaged, and it was obvious that his injury had not yet healed. But at the moment he did not care about his injury, and looked at Chu Kuang on the bed with a worried look on his face.

Sun Simiao began to carefully examine Chu Kuang's condition.

He first lifted Chu Kuang's eyelids to check his pupils, then unbuttoned his shirt to check the poisonous marks on his chest, and finally pressed gently on the wound to observe the color of the oozing liquid.

During the whole process, the room was eerily quiet, with only the sounds of everyone's nervous breathing.

"Scorpion Heart Powder is indeed a mixture of the seven most powerful scorpion venoms."

Sun Simiao finally spoke in a serious voice: "The poison has already penetrated the heart meridian. If it weren't for His Royal Highness Prince Zhao's profound internal strength, I'm afraid..."

"Dr. Sun!"

Chu Ning suddenly grabbed the old doctor's arm with such force that Sun Simiao frowned.

"You must save my brother! No matter what method you use or what herbs you need, I can find them for you!"

Sun Simiao looked at the young emperor's red eyes and patted his hands gently: "Your Majesty, don't worry. I will do my best, but..."

He looked around and said, "The treatment requires absolute silence. Your Majesty and the others, please step aside for now."

Chu Ning opened his mouth to say something, but Jia Yu stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, Divine Doctor Sun needs to focus on the treatment. We will only interfere with the treatment if we stay here."

Chu Ning looked at the pale Chu Kuang lying on the bed, then looked at Sun Simiao's determined eyes, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded:

"Okay, I'll wait outside. Doctor Sun, I'll leave my brother in your care."

After everyone left, Sun Simiao immediately took out seven gold needles of different lengths from the medicine box and quickly disinfected them over the candlelight.

He took a deep breath, his hands suddenly became unusually steady, and his eyes flashed.

"Your Highness, Prince Zhao, I'm sorry for the injustice."

For the first needle, Sun Simiao directly injected the Baihui point on the top of Chu Kuang's head.

The golden needle penetrated three-tenths of the flesh, vibrated gently, and made a slight buzzing sound.

Then came the second needle, inserted into the Yintang point between the eyebrows. The third needle, inserted into the Tiantu point between the throat. The fourth needle, inserted into the Tanzhong point on the chest...

The seven needles fall, corresponding exactly to the positions of the Big Dipper in the sky, forming a complete set of "Seven Star Life-Sustaining Needles".

As the golden needle pierced into Chu Kuang's body, the black and purple poisonous patterns on his body seemed to be suppressed, and the speed of its spread slowed down significantly.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Sun Simiao's forehead, but his hands did not stop moving.

He took out a small silver knife and cut a small hole in Chu Kuang's wound, and black poisonous blood immediately gushed out.

"It has indeed penetrated into the blood."

Sun Simiao muttered to himself, quickly took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box, poured out a few vermilion pills, dissolved them in warm water, and poured them into Chu Kuang's mouth.

Time passed minute by minute, and the only sounds in the room could be heard from Chu Kuang's weak breathing and Sun Simiao's heavy panting.

Sweat had soaked the old doctor's clothes, but he still persisted until the blood flowing from Chu Kuang's wound turned from black to red, then he breathed a sigh of relief and stopped practicing.

"Next is the medicinal bath." Sun Simiao murmured, supporting his tired body to prepare the medicinal materials.

Outside the house, Chu Ning paced back and forth like a trapped beast.

Every time he turned around, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the closed door.

Jia Yu and Ma Chao stood aside, also with serious expressions.