144: Chapter 144 Marquis Wei Zhenjiang

Great Yong Kingdom, Royal Capital.

Number Six and Number Seven finally brought Young Marquis Wei Wuji back to the Weiwu Marquis Mansion.

The Young Marquis's condition had grown increasingly severe, and he had now fallen into a coma.

"Quick! The Young Marquis is ill! Go and fetch a physician to attend to the Young Marquis!"

Just after returning to the mansion, Number Seven said in an anxious tone.

About half an hour later.

A total of seven physicians who were quite famous in the Royal Capital had been brought back to the Weiwu Marquis Mansion.

Because of Young Marquis Wei Wuji, the reputation of the Weiwu Marquis Mansion was not very good.

Furthermore, these seven physicians had been forcibly summoned.

For a moment, all seven physicians felt somewhat terrified.

"Seventh Master, the physicians have arrived!"

The steward came to report to Number Seven.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let them go in and attend to the Young Marquis!" Number Seven urged.

"Yes!"

The mansion's steward walked up to the seven physicians, gave them some low-voiced instructions, and then had them enter the room together.

"Elder Xiao, your medical skills are the most profound. Why don't you be the first to examine and treat the Young Marquis?"

"Indeed, Elder Xiao should go first!"

The other physicians did not want to take responsibility, so they all recommended Xiao Zhongjing, who had the greatest reputation and the best medical skills, to treat Young Marquis Wei Wuji.

As long as Xiao Zhongjing cured Young Marquis Wei Wuji, it would be none of their business.

Xiao Zhongjing naturally understood the intentions of the other six physicians, but he did not refute them. He walked to the bedside and began to check Young Marquis Wei Wuji's pulse.

However, gradually, his brows began to furrow.

"Physician Xiao, how is it? Is our Young Marquis's illness very serious?"

Number Six, who was standing by the bedside, asked with concern.

Xiao Zhongjing finished checking the pulse and spoke slowly: "The Young Marquis's body is fine; the problem lies with his Soul. His condition very much resembles Soul Loss Syndrome. This old man can try, but I have no certainty of success!"

"Physician Xiao, please wait on the side for a moment. All of you, come and try!"

The other six physicians stepped forward one by one to examine him, and the results they gave were similar to Physician Xiao's diagnosis.

"Physician Xiao, you should be the one to do it!"

Number Six said in a deep voice.

Immediately, Xiao Zhongjing took out silver needles from his wooden box and began to administer acupuncture to Young Marquis Wei Wuji.

After finishing the acupuncture, Xiao Zhongjing was covered in sweat from exhaustion.

After all, Young Marquis Wei Wuji was at least a Martial Artist at the Bone Refining stage. Even though he was in a coma, piercing his skin with silver needles still required a great deal of effort.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhongjing was no ordinary physician; he had also practiced a Cultivation Technique passed down by his ancestors. Otherwise, he would not have even been able to pierce Young Marquis Wei Wuji's skin.

Afterwards, he wrote a prescription and handed it to Number Six, telling him to fill the prescription accordingly.

"Physician Xiao, when will our Young Marquis wake up?" Number Six pressed.

Xiao Zhongjing pondered and said: "It is hard to say. After he takes the medicine, we will have to observe further!"

Just at this moment, a tall and imposing figure burst in.

Upon seeing this, Number Six and Number Seven immediately bowed and saluted, calling out their greetings to Marquis Weiwu.

The seven physicians followed suit and saluted as well.

But Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang ignored everyone and went straight to the bedside. Seeing Young Marquis Wei Wuji in a coma with withered vitality, his face suddenly turned exceptionally gloomy. He turned his head to look at Number Six and Number Seven: "Why has it turned out like this? How did you protect Young Marquis Wei Wuji?"

"Marquis, this subordinate is guilty. Please punish us!"

Number Six and Number Seven knelt on the ground in terror, not daring to make any excuses.

"Hmph!" Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang snorted coldly: "Get up and get aside! If Young Marquis Wei Wuji wakes up, it will be fine; otherwise, you will all be buried with my son!"

Hearing this, Number Six and Number Seven both trembled slightly, scrambled to their feet, and stood to the side.

Their fear of Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang did not stem solely from his status as a Marquis and the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards, but also from his formidable strength.

The position of Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards was not something anyone could sit in just because they wanted to. Because within the Imperial Guards, there were only proud soldiers and fierce generals.

You had to possess the strength to suppress them; otherwise, even if you forcibly became the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards, they still wouldn't pay you any heed.

Therefore, Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang was able to stand out from many Dukes and Marquises to become the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guards.

By the way, his cultivation had already reached the Middle Stage of the Liangang Realm. In the entire Royal Capital, there were very few people who could surpass him in a one-on-one fight.

If Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang led a large army and unleashed the power of a military formation, within the Royal Capital, apart from the State Preceptor and the Chief Commander of the Zhenwu Division, no one was his match.

Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang's gaze fell directly on Xiao Zhongjing: "Physician Xiao, can you cure my son?"

"Marquis, this old man dares not hide the truth. I can only try; I have no certainty of curing him!" Xiao Zhongjing replied truthfully.

"Very well!" Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang nodded: "Someone, escort Physician Xiao and the others out and offer them a consultation fee. Steward, take my token to the palace and invite several more Imperial Physicians to come and consult on my son's condition!"

Half an hour later, the steward brought five Imperial Physicians to examine and treat Young Marquis Wei Wuji.

After the five Imperial Physicians had each checked Young Marquis Wei Wuji's pulse, Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang asked anxiously: "Esteemed Imperial Physicians, how is my son?"

The five Imperial Physicians exchanged glances, and then the one with the highest prestige spoke: "Marquis, the Young Marquis's condition is very peculiar. It seems that there is a problem with his Soul. This is already beyond the scope of medical skills. To save the Young Marquis, we must find those sorcerers who are proficient in the Divine Soul to intervene and save him!"

"So, you are saying my son was ambushed by someone?" Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang's expression darkened, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The lead Imperial Physician said: "It is hard to say, but the possibility is relatively high!"

"Very well, thank you for your hard work, esteemed Imperial Physicians. Someone, see them out!"

After seeing the Imperial Physicians off, Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang's gaze fell once again on Number Six and Number Seven: "Tell me, how exactly did my son meet with this mishap?"

Number Six and Number Seven both revealed expressions of difficulty.

After a slight pause, Number Six spoke: "Yesterday morning, we reminded the Young Marquis to get up, but the tone of the Young Marquis's response was not right. So, we went in to check and found that the Young Marquis was merely lethargic, with no other issues."

"Consequently, we left the room at the Young Marquis's urging. Until noon, we discovered that the Young Marquis was still sleeping. We became suspicious, so we re-entered the room to check and found that the Young Marquis was becoming increasingly lethargic."

"After realizing that something was wrong, we immediately brought the Young Marquis back to the Royal Capital. On the way, the Young Marquis fell into a deep coma, and no matter how we called him, he would not wake up."

"Oh right, after going to Linjiang Prefecture, the Young Marquis was once assassinated by a female assassin. However, with our intervention, that female assassin did not get close. Later, the Young Marquis went to reside in the backyard of the local Prefect, and that Prefect's cultivation was only at the Early Stage of Tendon Refining."

After listening to Number Six's account, Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang's frown deepened: "Then do you have any suspects?"

Both of them shook their heads in unison.

"What useless trash!" Marquis Weiwu Wei Zhenjiang reprimanded: "Now, both of you, go and inquire about information regarding sorcerers. Once you have found them, immediately bring them back to the mansion!"

"Yes!" Number Six and Number Seven accepted the order in unison.

At the same time, the news that Young Marquis Wei Wuji had been seriously injured and fallen into a coma spread rapidly throughout the Royal Capital.

Those who had been persecuted by Young Marquis Wei Wuji secretly cried out that Heaven had opened its eyes. Among others, many were secretly gloating, mainly because Young Marquis Wei Wuji's reputation was indeed very poor.