His face was angur, and his eyes were very lively, sparkling with energy, causing Ze Ning's heart to flutter slightly. Of course, Ze Ning didn't know that Qi Yang was actually a student who had passed through a “door” at the M University of Medicine and was now in the Song Dynasty to kill time; he simply thought Qi Yang was very strange—no, extremely strange. He called Rong Yin “Rong Rong”?

  (T/N: Qi Yang is actually a person from a modern or future time who has somehow traveled to the Song Dynasty (likely through time travel or some other extraordinary means) and is living there without any particur purpose other than to pass the time. Ze Ning, doesn't know this background about Qi Yang.)

  That was how the son of the prime minister, the Young Master Sheng Xiang, called him. Sheng Xiang liked to joke around, but did that mean Qi Yang, as the Imperial Physician, also liked to joke around?

  "Sir, you've been here for two hours, yet I don't see any accomplishments from you either," Shang Xuan continued coolly. He was hostile toward Rong Yin and anyone reted to him. Though he admired Pei Tian, sometimes he included her in his hostility.

  Qi Yang chuckled, "I'm talking to Rong Rong; why are you interrupting? You've been here for two hours; what have you done?" He was always sharp-tongued and never minded his status; after all, why would he be afraid of this "ancient person"?

  "You—" Shang Xuan, who was inherently arrogant, could hardly stand someone being more reckless than him. He smmed the table and was ready to sh out. He was a prince, and no one had ever dared to touch his tiger's whiskers.

  Ze Ning waved his sleeve to stop them. It was an extraordinary moment. What were these two quarreling about? Life and death were at stake; this was not a game! He quickly wrote a note on the nearby desk, "Qi Yang, as a doctor, can't you do something to stop this from getting worse? What happened? Was it poisoning? Or is someone committing murder?"

  Qi Yang lifted his chin, looking at Ze Ning with interest. "It's not murder, but I can't confirm if it's poisoning yet. From what I can see, it looks like a sudden infectious disease—what you might call typhoid; however, in my opinion, it is not just simple typhoid. I've examined the body, checked the corpse, and most of the patients died from shock due to disseminated intravascur coagution, not a simple infectious disease." He sighed. "That's why you couldn't see the emperor when you came; it's too dangerous here. I had him escape to a private residence outside the pace. I suspect this is a—"

  He paused, shaking his head. "Never mind; you wouldn't understand. I suspect it's a very terrifying disease, so I don't dare to let too many people near the body, and I also don't dare to start treating anyone. "Death is too fast; even if we can save them, we don't have the medicine, and it's far too te." He muttered to himself, not caring that others looked confused. Then suddenly, he asked, "When will Sheng Xiang arrive? I need help. Is it really that difficult?"

  Rong Yin frowned. "Sheng Xiang's status doesn't allow for casual entry into the pace."

  Qi Yang suddenly jumped up. "It's been two hours, and you're telling me that he can't come help because of his status? Do you want me to strangle you? It's not that I don't want to help, but I don't want more innocent people to die. The longer we wait here, the more people will die, and you know that better than I do! Rong Rong—"

  Rong Yin coldly interrupted him, "So, Prime Minister Zhao has already arranged the entry permit for him, and they will be able to come in soon. Have you figured out a life-saving solution yet?"

  Qi Yang let out a heavy sigh. "I have many ways, but I can't use them here! If you bring Sheng Xiang to me, I'll have a solution." Sheng Xiang was the prime minister's son, with a slight congenital heart disease that required regur treatment from Qi Yang—Heaven knows the young heir Sheng Xiang's condition was so minor, but he liked to compin, so he spent every day with Qi Yang. Running between the modern and ancient worlds, Sheng Xiang even hung a student tag in the history department at Qi Yang's M University.

  Truly—such a thief! Qi Yang needed Sheng Xiang's help. He needed someone who could understand his ideas to discuss and solve this problem, and he needed tools and medicine—Sheng Xiang had them! The medicine used for treating heart disease would be just right!

  Ze Ning, of course, had no idea about the strange background between Qi Yang and Sheng Xiang , but at this moment, he had to make a decision—should he trust Qi Yang?

  If he trusted Qi Yang, he would immediately bring Sheng Xiang into the pace and help him save people with full force. The emperor was currently in hiding at a separate pace, and the responsibility for guarding the pace fell on his shoulders. Could he trust Qi Yang? Or, for the sake of absolute security in the pace, should he keep everyone out and let the people inside the Zhenhui Hall—fifty-nine people—be ruined? Fifteen of the fifty-nine had already mysteriously died of the disease. Was it worth risking more deaths by allowing the possibility of the disease spreading to save the remaining forty-four eunuchs? He knew that the Zhenhui Hall was sealed, and no one knew whether the people inside were alive or dead. But life was at stake—how could he not try to save them? He was not a person given to hesitation, but currently, the matter was so crucial that he found himself indecisive.

  He looked toward Rong Yin.

  Rong Yin nodded.

  Ze Ning immediately picked up his brush and wrote, "Bring Sheng Xiang in as soon as possible." Although he didn't like Rong Yin, he trusted him. Rong Yin's concern for the Song dynasty surpassed even his own, and he would never make a decision that went against the interests of the court. Since Rong Yin trusted Qi Yang, Ze Ning had to trust him as well.

  Seeing Ze Ning's decision, a trace of admiration fshed in Rong Yin's eyes. Ze Ning truly was different from the ordinary. By making this decision, Ze Ning was shouldering the potential consequences—forty-four lives, even if they were insignificant small figures, how could they not be saved? How could they not be saved? Ze Ning had wagered his life and safety on Qi Yang, betting that he could save them! And he had never known Qi Yang personally, but because he trusted himself, he had decided to save them!

  What a Ze Ning! Rong Yin stood with his hands behind his back, observing. He had once underestimated him, but now he saw Ze Ning clearly—he indeed had the courage and resolve befitting a Commander of the Pace Guard.

  Ze Ning was acutely aware of the change in Rong Yin's perception of him, but he didn't look at him. His sharp, calcuting eyes weren't fixed on Qi Yang, who held his fate in his hands, but on the Zhenhui Hall deep within the pace, through yers of halls.

  His body and mind were entirely consumed by this emergency, and he couldn't have imagined the horrifying events taking pce at Qin Wang's mansion, in Hai Ling's room!