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All day long, he had sought for a famous doctor to diagnose and treat Han Jue, but he found many doctors and officials, and none of them were able to improve. Helpless, he could only spend a large sum of money to search for a doctor, and for a time, there were many eager people in Han Xinzheng.

Han Jue was the leader of the eight ministers, a famous elder of the three dynasties in the Han Dynasty. He had been promoted to the rank of doctor in power and marshal of the central army. So all the doctors in the world wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to enter the Han estate. If luck was good enough to cure Marshal Han's illness, then there would definitely be a meteoric rise in status. However, none of them knew that Marshal Han was suffering from a disease like his internal organs, but rather a heart attack that weighed heavily on their hearts. Therefore, these people had no choice but to leave the Residence of Han one by one.

"This lowly one thinks that Marshal Han's body is weak with weak qi and irregular heartbeat. I'm afraid that he'll need some mild medicine to recuperate before this will work." On this day, another doctor who had invited him into the Han Residence reported this to Han Jue's butler.

"Then what's Marshal Han's illness?" Housekeeper Han asked again.

"This... I'm afraid that's not something that can be said for now. " The physician hesitated before speaking with a troubled expression.

"Bastard!" All of you quack doctors have the same reasoning. You clearly came to the Han Residence to swindle a position and even pretended that what you said was reasonable. Scram! " For the past few days, Steward Han had listened to as many vague excuses as this doctor, so at this moment, he was extremely agitated. He couldn't help but be furious and immediately flipped open the doctor's medicine case with the intention of expelling the doctor.

The doctor knew that this trip was futile, so he also obediently packed up the medicine boxes on the ground, bowed his head, and apologized. Then, he left in a hurry.

"A quack doctor! They're all a bunch of quack doctors! " Steward Han couldn't help but curse when he saw the doctor flustered as he ran out of the room.

"Alright, alright, cough cough ?" At this moment, Han Jue, who was sitting on the sickbed, saw Housekeeper Han's anger and repeatedly shouted at him in a low voice. It was just that his physique was weak, so after shouting twice, he started coughing again.

Hearing Han Jue's words, Housekeeper Han immediately bent over and carefully listened to Han Jue's instructions. Han Jue took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Housekeeper Han, don't make things difficult for those doctors. This old man has taken everything for himself and is ashamed to face his benefactor. That's why I've received my retribution today."

Hearing Han Jue's words, Housekeeper Han could not help but feel sad in his heart. He consoled Han Jue, "Marshal, you mustn't say that. Marshal has worked so hard for Korea in his life, why would he suffer such retribution? If that is the case, then that is truly the injustice of the Heavenly Dao, the injustice of the Heavenly Dao! "

Instead, his face revealed a calm expression, and with a slight smile, he shook his head and said to Housekeeper Han, "You only know one thing, but you don't know the other. Everything has already been decided, and I can only blame myself for not being able to put my life on the line because I was too timid back then. Every night, in my dreams, I would dream that my master would come forward and scold me. Therefore, it would be better to give up my remaining life and go down to the underworld to apologize to my master. "

"Marshal!" Hearing Han Jue's words, Steward Han's heart ached. He kneeled down in front of Han Jue and sobbed, "Marshal, you must not give up. Everything will naturally turn for the better!"

But at this time, Han Jue had already understood his intentions and no longer listened to Housekeeper Han's kind words of persuasion. He slightly closed his eyes, wanting to use all his strength to kill himself as soon as possible.

Just as the two of them were calmly going to their deaths and urging each other to die, a servant walked in quickly from outside the door and reported in advance, "Butler Han, there's another doctor outside who claims to be able to save Marshal Han's illness. He asked me to come forward and pass on a message."

"Alright, alright. Quickly, let him in!" When Butler Han heard the servant's words, he immediately felt a sliver of hope. He hastily ordered the attendant to bring the doctor in. Although Steward Han was somewhat distracted previously, he did not refuse any physician who came seeking treatment. This was because Han Jue's illness could not be delayed in the slightest. As someone who had received the favor of Han Jue's entire life, even if there was a chance of survival, he still wanted to fight for his master.

However, Han Jue's face was pale as he sat atop the sickbed. He panted weakly and said to Steward Han, "Steward Han, there's no need to trouble yourself anymore. Just follow the heavens' will."

When Steward Han heard this, the thread of hope from before vanished into thin air. He only felt pain in his heart, but didn't know what to say.

But at this moment, the servant suddenly thought of something and hastily took something out from his chest pocket and passed it to Steward Han. "Steward Han, that doctor said the marshal's illness must be his heart. He has a heart medicine and wants me to pass this item to the marshal."

Hearing the attendant's words, Housekeeper Han was immediately somewhat surprised, because even before the person entered, he had already guessed that Han Jue had a heart attack and had some sort of strange item. Housekeeper Han only carefully looked at the item the servant handed him. It was only an extremely rough and simple piece of cloth, but the word "Martial" was written on it with a brush. Housekeeper Han didn't understand what it meant for a long time, so he gave up.

Housekeeper Han lightly handed the coarse cloth to Han Jue and said in a low voice, "Marshal, the doctor said that he has a keepsake for you."

At first, Han Jue only closed his eyes and did not answer. But when he heard the word "keepsake," he felt that something was strange. He opened his eyes and looked at the piece of coarse cloth. His hands took over the piece of cloth from Housekeeper Han's hands and carefully examined it. His eyes seemed to reflect a somewhat pleasantly surprised light, and then he raised his head and asked Housekeeper Han, "Where is the doctor?"

Steward Han saw Han Jue's sudden enthusiasm and was confused. When he heard Han Jue's question, he immediately replied, "I've been waiting outside for a long time."

"Quick, spread it!" Han Jue struggled to sit up, wanting to change clothes to meet the doctor.

Housekeeper Han repeatedly answered Han Jue's command, and only sent a simple and clear word to the attendant: "Pass!" Then he hurriedly sat Han Jue down. Seeing that he was about to fall over and receive him, Housekeeper Han took his clothes for him and advised him kindly: "Marshal, you are too ill to walk. Why don't you go to bed first, and wait for the doctor to come in before you speak?"

"No way. My illness is not too serious. Perhaps the person who has come today is the person who this marshal wishes to report to." While Han Jue was dressing himself, he kept rejecting Steward Han's advice.

Steward Han saw that he was too stubborn for Han Jue, so he had no choice but to give up and silently served Han Jue.

Under the guidance of the attendant, the doctor slowly walked into Han Jue's Inner Mansion. However, after taking two steps, he had to look around him. From the looks of it, he was not here to treat the patient, but to visit him. Beside him was a well-dressed woman and a young doctor. The two of them followed closely behind the doctor and entered Han Jue's bed.

As soon as the doctor took half a step into Han Jue's room, he bumped into Han Jue, who was welcoming him at the door. Because he was not careful at first, he almost bumped into Han Jue and Steward Han.

"You little servant, if you don't take a good look when you enter the door, you'd better be careful of your head if you run into the marshal!" Steward Han couldn't help but reprimand the doctor when he saw how impudent he was.

The doctor was not in a hurry to get angry. Instead, he showed a haughty expression as he said bluntly, "If you don't need me to treat Marshal Han, then I'll take my leave." As he spoke, he strode forward, ready to leave.

"Hold on," Han Jue stopped the doctor as soon as he saw him. He then turned around and reprimanded Steward Han, "Steward Han is not allowed to be rude to guests." After he finished speaking, he carefully sized up the doctor. After he finished, he frowned and turned to the doctor. "Sir, you are ??"

Why would Han Jue have such a question when he saw the doctor in front of him? It turned out that when he looked at the token, he thought he would see a fifteen or sixteen year old boy. However, the person in front of him was a middle-aged man with a long, flowing goatee.

Then who was this physician? Of course, it was the son of Mo family, Jing Ke, who was entrusted to him by the Su Dynasty in the Hidden Mountain. Originally, he didn't have that discordant goatee either. It was just that that Gong Huorong knew some appearance changing techniques and wanted to give him a simple appearance changing technique. That was why he had this small goatee. That Jing Ke's disguise as a martial arts practitioner was extremely realistic, and it wouldn't be a problem for him to be a martial artist now.

When he heard Han Jue's question, he was in no hurry to respond. He slowly imitated the old doctor's actions and stroked his long beard. He said to Han Jue, "I was entrusted by someone to come and treat Marshal Han."

Hearing Jing Ke's words, Han Jue's heart couldn't help but tighten, and he hurriedly asked, "May I ask who mister is entrusted to?"

When Jing Ke heard this question, he pretended to say, "I've received the request of an old man from the Hidden Mountain Sect, that the two of you may go and make things difficult for the sworn brothers."

When Han Jue heard this, he seemed to be greatly shocked, and cupped his fists towards Jing Ke and invited him, "I'm stupid, I hope mister will be generous with my advice."

"I don't dare to accept your advice. Since I was asked to treat the Marshal's illness, let me take a look at the Marshal's condition first." Jing Ke continued to play with his small goatee, deliberately mystifying it.

"Oh, then mister, please take a seat." Han Jue signaled Jing Ke to sit down, and then found a seat opposite Jing Ke. He lifted his long sleeves according to Jing Ke's wishes, extending his right arm to allow Jing Ke to feel his pulse.

Jing Ke did not even bother to be polite with Han Jue, sitting straight up. Seeing Han Jue reaching out his hand, he casually picked up the pulse and closed his eyes, pretending to be an expert.

"Marshal's Qi is exhausted and his blood vessels are weak. Obviously, this is caused by poor sleeping food." On one side, Jing Ke closed his eyes, but didn't open them, only muttering some words, "As long as you don't eat or sleep well, you will most likely suffer from heart disease that has been plaguing Marshal for many years."

"Is there any way to save them?" After Han Jue heard Jing Ke's words, he asked half-believing and half-doubting.

"The heart still needs a medicine, and the marshal has been trapped by this disease for fifteen years, so he still needs a strong heart medicine."

Fifteen years? When Han Jue heard Jing Ke say this number of years, his heart shook even more, because this number of years was precisely the exact time when the Zhao Family was exterminated.

"May I ask where is Mister's fierce potion is?" Han Jue was even more interested in the doctor in front of him, so he tried to test the waters.

"Ai, Marshal, no need to be impatient. I will present it to you later, but before that, I have another question to ask." Hearing Han Jue's question, Jing Ke didn't hurry, but continued to reply.

"Sir, if you have something to say, please do not hesitate to say it."

"Alright!" Taking the opportunity to open his eyes, he turned to Han Jue and asked, "I heard that there was a poisonous snake in the Han palace that had bitten countless people in the past. Many heroes died under its snake tongue, and its vicious heart actually didn't let go of a baby that had just landed. Have you heard of Marshal?"

Han Jue heard Jing Ke's hint, and of course he guessed that this doctor was referring to the greedy vassal who was standing next to the King, Slaughter the land, so he answered in a clear voice, "Not only is this old man familiar with the news, but I have long since chopped off the snake's head, and believe in the snake. It's just that I've always been worried about not having the right weapon."

"Haha, since Marshal has the heart of a venomous snake, this humble one shall bring a suitable weapon to help you today." When Jing Ke heard Han Jue's words, he immediately felt a lot more at ease, and spoke of his intentions without concealing anything.

"Very good!" When Han Jue heard Jing Ke say this, he couldn't help but feel great joy in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "But mister, what are the so-called weapons?"

After hearing Han Jue's question, Jing Ke looked around to see that there were no outsiders other than Butler Han. He then asked, "Is this a place to settle down and talk?"

Seeing Jing Ke's actions, Han Jue knew that he was worried, so he smiled and said bluntly, "Mister, please be at ease. Steward Han is a member of my Han Family, and has served me for decades. He is not an outsider."

Hearing Han Jue's words, Jing Ke nodded his head in relief. Turning his head to look at that Butler Han, he saw that Han Li had rolled his eyes, as if he was extremely unhappy with his suspicion of Han Qian's intentions. But Jing Ke didn't care about this anymore, he just walked down from his seat, slowly walked up to the medicine boy and the peasant woman, one hand leading the medicine boy to Han Jue's side, and said to him, "Marshal, do you still remember the orphan of the Zhao family you asked the two sworn brothers, Cheng Shen, to bring out from the inner palace fifteen years ago?"

When Han Jue heard the two names Jing Ke mentioned, "Gongsun Ba" and "Cheng Xin", he was immediately very surprised, because this secret that he had buried for fifteen years, aside from the three of them, was definitely not known by a third person. But today, this person actually revealed this secret, causing him to become flustered, and after glancing at Jing Ke a few times, he carefully asked, "Who is your esteemed self?"