Li Feibai suddenly stood up and looked into the distance.

"Young Master has been chosen?"

"Yes, I'll choose Qingyi Division." Li Feibai's eyes were firm.

"What? The young master wants to sneak into the Qingyi Division?" Fang Shengshou suspected that he heard wrongly.

"What, is there a problem?" Li Feibai asked with a smile.

Fang Shengshou hurriedly stood up, came to Li Feibai, and whispered: "That is an organization specially designed to deal with you!"

"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have chosen it." Li Feibai replied.

"But this... is too dangerous. Master, you should think twice." Fang Shengshou tried his best to advise.

"I've thought about it a lot and just picked it."

Seeing that Li Feibai had made up his mind, Fang Shengshou couldn't help but feel a heavy look of worry in his brows.

Li Feibai patted his shoulder and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, in our business, the most dangerous place is the safest. I sneaked into Qingyi Division, although it is dangerous, there are many benefits."

"Benefits? What are the benefits?" Fang Shengshou was confused.

"First, the 'White Tiger' they were looking for was actually lurking in Qingyi Division. This was beyond their imagination."

"Secondly, if my status in the Tsing Yi Division is higher and I can always keep track of the plans to deal with me, this is the safest thing for me."

"The third thing is that the Qingyi Division has the right to kill first and then report. After sneaking in, I can definitely take advantage of this to plunge the Wei Kingdom royal family into chaos, and Jiang Guo and Zhu Guo will have the opportunity to take advantage of it."

After hearing what he said, Fang Shengshou thought for a moment and realized that it made sense. Then he suddenly asked:

"Then will Young Master side with Jiang Guo or Zhu Guo?"

This was a matter of concern to him. After all, the royal family of the Jiang Kingdom killed his people and was his and Fang Qing's biggest enemy.

If Li Feibai sides with Jiang Guo, how will he and Fang Qing deal with each other?

Naturally understanding what he was thinking, Li Feibai raised his lips and smiled, saying: "We don't take sides, we are on our own side, okay?"

"Okay, okay, it couldn't be better." Fang Shengshou regained his joy.

"As for your people, I promised to give them justice, and I will definitely do it. But the time has not come yet, so please wait, believe me." Li Feibai spoke with sincerity and sincerity.

He would never deceive Fang Shengshou's uncle and nephew.

"Yes." Tears flashed in Fang Shengshou's eyes and he nodded heavily. "Young master wants to sneak into the Tsing Yi Division. Do you have a specific plan?"

"Nangong Ding has some tricks. He knows me somewhat, so if he wants to sneak into the Qingyi Division and gain trust or even be reused, he cannot use ordinary tricks."

Li Feibai actually had a rough plan in mind.

"We'll wait until Fang Qing comes back. I need that identity document."

"Dong dong"

While the two were chatting, there was a knock on the door.

"Master, this is my Xiaosi." The person who knocked on the door was a boy from the medical clinic, named Xiaosi.

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?" Fang Shengshou was a little dissatisfied.

"Master, please forgive me, it's King Qi who's here." Xiaosi reported in a low voice.

"King Qi?" Li Feibai was curious and looked at Fang Shengshou.

"Sir, the King of Qi is suffering from a strange disease and often comes to ask for medicine. Please stay here while I go out and take a look." Fang Shengshou lowered his voice.

"No, I'll go with you."

There was no time to ask, Fang Shengshou nodded in agreement.

"Here we come!" he shouted to Xiao Si outside the door.

King Qi, whose name is Nangong Shan, is the second prince of the Wei Kingdom. His abilities are as good as those of Nangong Jiang, and he is the two most proud sons of Nangong Qing.

One "river" and one "mountain" are enough to show his expectations for the two of them.

He had great ambitions, but he was not the eldest son, so he could only watch his eldest brother Nangong Jiang take the crown prince's position.

Now that the prince is dead, Nangongshan's desire to seize power bursts out again, but he is eventually plagued by a strange illness, leaving him with more than enough ambition but not enough power.

In the inner hall, there was a man dressed in fine clothes, with sharp features. Although his body was thin, he was still handsome.

Nangongshan was sitting on a chair. The weather was not hot, but he took the sweat towel from his entourage from time to time and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. His throat rolled, he kept swallowing saliva, his lips trembled slightly, and he looked a little flustered.

Fang Shengshou walked in with Li Feibai.

"I've met King Qi."

Although Fang Shengshou set up a arrogant persona for himself in front of powerful people like Jinglin, the other party was a prince after all, and he must have the proper etiquette.

Li Feibai lowered his head, followed Fang Shengshou in salute, and at the same time peeked at Nangong Mountain.

"Mr. Fang, you are finally here. My symptoms seem to have worsened in the past few days." As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Nangongshan immediately stepped forward and said.

"My lord, there is no need to be anxious. Please sit down and speak slowly."

The two sat across from each other, and Nangongshan couldn't wait to describe it: "Not only have I been nauseated and vomited in the past few days, but I have also been flustered and sweating from time to time. It seems like there are ants biting me at the end of my limbs. I feel very uncomfortable. Please diagnose me, sir."

Frowning slightly, although Fang Shengshou had cured many difficult and complicated diseases, this was the first time he had seen Nangongshan's condition.

Moreover, he had many symptoms, which were getting more and more serious, and the drugs he used seemed to only be able to control them temporarily, but could not cure them.

"Your Majesty, give me your hand." Fang Shengshou said.

Skillfully stretching out his right hand and rolling up his sleeve, Nangongshan hurriedly stretched his hand to Fang Shengshou and asked him to feel his pulse.

After a long time, Fang Shengshou frowned even more.

"Mr. Fang, how are you doing?" Nangongshan asked tremblingly. He was afraid that two words would pop out of Fang Shengshou's mouth: no help!

"It's strange, the internal organs are fine." Fang Shengshou said to himself.

Seeing this, Li Feibai knew that this miracle doctor, who claimed to be able to "live the dead", had encountered a problem.

"Take off your coat." Fang Shengshou continued.

Poor King Qi, who is usually aloof and aloof, in front of Fang Shengshou, he is like a child who makes mistakes, obediently obeying orders.

Three times, five times and two times, Nangongshan took off his coat.

Fang Shengshou then checked his abdomen, limbs, etc.

"There's nothing wrong with the stomach and intestines. Why are you vomiting?" Fang Shengshou didn't say this again and kept it in his heart.

"Mr. Fang, am... am I approaching my end?" Nangongshan asked with a sad face.

Li Feibai on the side almost laughed out loud when he heard this. He already roughly knew what kind of disease Nangongshan had.

No wonder Lao Fang couldn't diagnose it. He thought to himself.

"It's not that serious. I'll prescribe some medicine to soothe the nerves and warm the stomach first. The old rules are to decoction it in the morning and evening, eat a light diet, and then see the aftereffects."

Fang Sheng took a pen and wrote down a few prescriptions and handed them to the man standing respectfully next to Nangongshan.

He is the general manager of Prince Qi's Mansion, his name is Mo Fugui.

"A light diet?" Mo Fugui took the prescription with a suspicious look on his face: "But the imperial physician said that my prince has lost his vitality and needs to eat more meat or strong supplements."

Hearing this, Fang Shengshou was immediately unhappy.

He straightened his body, looked at his nose and heart, touched the pile of beard on his chin, and said: "Since the prince has asked the imperial physician for diagnosis, why bother to come to this small medical clinic of mine? Everything is subject to the imperial physician's orders.
Chapter completed!