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

The treatment lasted for a long time, and Chu Ning paced back and forth in the yard, feeling very anxious.

"Your Majesty, you have been traveling for three days. Would you like to rest for a while?" Ma Chao asked cautiously.

Chu Ning suddenly stopped, a trace of anger flashing in his eyes: "Rest? My brother was poisoned to save me, and now his life is in danger, and you want me to rest?"

Ma Chao immediately knelt down and said, "I have spoken carelessly. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Chu Ning took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "Get up, I know you mean well."

He walked to the stone bench in the courtyard and sat down: "I am too impatient, but thinking about my brother's current situation..."

Jia Yu stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince Zhao is a master of martial arts and a resolute will. He will definitely make it through this, especially with Divine Doctor Sun here with him."

As he was speaking, the door suddenly opened and Sun Simiao walked out with a tired face: "Your Majesty, the medicinal bath is ready, but we need someone to assist."

Chu Ning said in a deep voice: "Jia Yu, make arrangements immediately!"

Soon, steam rose from the room, and a large wooden barrel was filled with dark green liquid medicine, emitting a bitter smell.

Chu Kuang was placed in a barrel with only his head exposed.

The seven golden needles were still inserted into his body, trembling slightly in the steam.

Three hours later, the medicinal bath finally ended.

Sun Simiao took Chu Kuang's pulse again, and his expression relaxed slightly:

"The toxin has been contained and there is no sign of further spread."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Chu Ning's eyes: "When will my brother wake up?"

Sun Simiao pondered for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, I have tried my best. Now it all depends on the will of Your Highness Prince Zhao."

"If I can wake up within a day, it will be fine. If I can..."

"What if?" Chu Ning asked anxiously.

Sun Simiao sighed: "If he still hasn't woken up after a day, I'm afraid it must be God's will."

A deathly silence fell in the room.

Chu Ning stood there, as if struck by lightning, his face as pale as paper.

After a long while, he spoke with difficulty: "I understand, Doctor Sun, you have worked hard, go and rest first."

Sun Simiao hesitated to speak, and finally just bowed and said, "I am in the next room, please call me at any time if you need anything."

After saying that, he slowly walked out of the room and closed the door gently.

Jia Yu and Ma Chao were standing outside the door. When they saw Sun Simiao coming out, they immediately surrounded him and asked what was going on.

Sun Simiao explained the current situation in a low voice, and both of their faces became extremely ugly.

"I'll go and persuade His Majesty to rest." Jia Yu said as he was about to push the door open.

Sun Simiao stopped him and said, "Let Your Majesty be alone for a while. No one can persuade you at this moment."

The night was deep, the candlelight flickered, and the dim light cast mottled shadows in the house.

Chu Ning sat beside the bed, staring at the unconscious Chu Kuang, with countless complicated emotions surging in his heart.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the occasional crackling of the burning candle wick and Chu Kuang's almost imperceptible breathing.

Chu Kuang's face was still pale, with a trace of dried blood on his lips, which was left from the battle with Helian Kuang.

Sun Simiao has tried his best, but the scorpion clan's poison is too overbearing. Even with the help of the miracle doctor, he can only barely delay the spread of the poison.

Now, all they can do is wait - if Chu Kuang cannot wake up within one day, he will never wake up.

Chu Ning's fingers trembled slightly. He reached out and gently grasped Chu Kuang's cold wrist, feeling the weak pulse.

At this moment, he suddenly felt extremely lonely.

Once upon a time, he was the down-and-out prince who was ostracized by all the other princes and nearly lost his life. Only Chu Kuang always stood by him, blocking countless arrows from both sides.

Now, he has ascended the throne, but Chu Kuang fell on the battlefield, and all this was because of his decision.

"Brother Wang!"

He murmured in a low voice, his voice so hoarse that it almost didn't sound like his own: "You can't die... You promised to stay with me until the end..."

In a trance, Chu Ning's thoughts drifted back to the past.

I remember that during the most difficult moment of the fight for the throne, Chu Kuang once said to him: "Chu Ning, if you ascend the throne, I will clear all obstacles for you!"

But now, he has ascended the throne, and Chu Kuang has fallen.

Chu Ning's eyes felt slightly hot. He took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the surging emotions.

He cannot be weak, at least in front of Chu Kuang, he must be strong.

But the fatigue of the past few days came like a tide - first the bloody battle with the Tang army, then rushing to rescue Sun Simiao overnight, and then rushing back here without stopping.

His body had already reached its limit, and he was only holding on with a strong obsession.

Unconsciously, Chu Ning's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally, he leaned over the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When the first ray of morning light shone into the house through the window lattice, Chu Ning suddenly woke up.

He subconsciously raised his head to look at the bed, and then his pupils shrank - Chu Kuang's complexion was much better than yesterday, and his originally pale lips had regained some color!

"This..." Chu Ning's heart was shocked. He immediately stood up, rushed out of the house, and shouted loudly:

"Dr. Sun!"

The door of the next room creaked open, and Sun Simiao hurried out, followed by Jia Yu and Ma Chao who came over after hearing the sound.

Jia Yu is an important official in the court and has always been calm, but at this moment his brows are furrowed. Ma Chao is a fierce general under Chu Kuang's command, and his eyes are full of anxiety.

"Your Majesty!" Sun Simiao bowed.

"Go and see King Zhao! He looks much better than yesterday!" Chu Ning grabbed Sun Simiao's wrist and almost dragged him into the house.

Jia Yu and Ma Chao looked at each other and immediately followed.

Inside the room, Chu Kuang lay quietly, his face showing a hint of redness, as if he was just asleep, not dying.

Seeing this, Sun Simiao frowned even more tightly.

He walked forward quickly, put his hand on Chu Kuang's pulse and checked it carefully.

However, after just a moment, his expression suddenly changed and his fingers trembled slightly.

"His Majesty!"

Sun Simiao's voice was low and heavy: "His Royal Highness Prince Zhao... I'm afraid... he can't make it..."

"what?"

Chu Ning was struck by lightning and suddenly grabbed Sun Simiao's shoulders, "Impossible! He looks better than yesterday!"

Sun Simiao sighed deeply, his eyes filled with compassion. "Your Majesty, have you ever heard of... the last breath?"

"Reflection?"

Chu Ning's whole body stiffened. These four words were like a sharp blade, piercing his heart.

His fingers tightened unconsciously, almost crushing Sun Simiao's shoulders.

Seeing this, Jia Yu's face darkened as he asked in a cold voice, "If this is a last gasp of life, why hasn't His Royal Highness Prince Zhao woken up yet?"

Sun Simiao was silent for a moment, and finally said slowly: "Perhaps... I can still try to make His Royal Highness Prince Zhao wake up for a moment and say goodbye to His Majesty."

Chu Ning was stunned. He never expected this result.

This is not the result he wants!