"Wang Liu, right? Kill his five pigs first."

"okay."

When it came to killing pigs, Wang Liu immediately became energetic. He jumped out of the pigsty, where the knife was raised, blood spattered, and the sound of pigs squealed all over the place, filling the entire Prince Qi's palace.

"Sir, according to the method you mentioned, it only takes two or three days to extract the medicine. Why did you tell them it would take ten days?" Fang Shengshou asked in a low voice.

"Everyone has a bad nature, and the easier it is to get, the less they cherish it. Let's torture Nangongshan for ten days. The more uncomfortable his illness becomes, the more he will value us." Li Feibai replied.

In the next three days, Fang Shengshou extracted insulin for the first time without success.

Fortunately, there was still time, so he had to admire Li Feibai's foresight. At the same time, the first syringe of this era was successfully launched.

The main body is made of pure gold, and the pinhole is made of a small bamboo tube.

The reason for using these two materials is that first of all, there was no such thing as glass crystal in this era, so we could only use gold, an expensive material that does not easily react with drugs.

The small bamboo tubes are sharpened to create pinholes, and the production process is relatively simple.

Nangongshan's condition has worsened, and he now frequently suffers from vomiting and diarrhea, and even cannot move.

"Um... it's a waste of time. The medicine hasn't been prepared yet?"

Lying on the bed, Nangong Shan felt weak. Since both the imperial physician and Fang Shengshou were helpless, he could only place his hope on "wasting gifts".

During this period, Nangong Qing also sent people to visit several times, but now the court was panicked by Li Feibai. He wanted to come in person, but the fear in his heart kept the Emperor Wei away.

He was afraid that he would accidentally be killed by the "White Tiger" on the way. After all, Emperor Jiang had learned from his mistakes.

"Your Majesty, I send people to urge you every day. He just said that there is no rush to extract the medicine, otherwise it will be counterproductive. Let us wait patiently." Mo Fugui reported truthfully.

Nangong Shan was extremely dissatisfied. He directly ordered: "Order the guards in the palace to keep an eye on these two people. Don't let them return to the hospital in the past few days. They will live in the palace. If there is any change, they will be killed by the nine tribes!"

"yes!"

Tsing Yi Division has never been idle since its establishment.

Nangong Ding immediately contacted the surviving strongholds and contacts. He knew that in the previous Weiguo intelligence chain, one of the top leaders was Li Feibai, otherwise the Weiguo strongholds would not have suffered such heavy losses overnight.

He also knew that Nangong Qing was suspicious of Xu Yuanzhong, but he still used Xu Yuanzhong as the leader of the intelligence camp, maybe he had his own plans.

The surviving strongholds all had more or less contact with Li Feibai.

Just in case, Nangong decided to replace the people in charge of these strongholds with his own people one by one, and then lurked back to Jiang and Zhu countries.

At this point, although the stronghold suffered heavy losses, the Tsing Yi Division finally regained control of the initiative and was not as helpless as a blind man in the spy battle with swords and swords.

Li Feibai also didn't expect Nangongshan's condition to deteriorate so quickly!

On the seventh day, Nangongshan already developed severe symptoms such as incontinence and rapid heartbeat.

"Sir, Nangongshan looks like he is dying, why don't you need medicine?"

In the past few days, pigs have been being killed, and the sound of pigs squealing can be heard from time to time throughout Prince Qi's Mansion.

As for insulin, Fang Shengshou had already successfully extracted it, but Li Feibai was still holding back.

"We agreed on ten days, so we will wait for two more days."

The imperial doctors in the palace have been stationed in Prince Qi's Mansion for a long time, but in the face of Prince Qi's avalanche of illnesses, no matter how they use medicine, it doesn't help.

Finally, it was the tenth day.

Nangongshan's consciousness has gradually weakened, and he is struggling to hold on with his only remaining belief in survival.

"How many days is it...?" His lips turned white and he was sweating all over.

There were five imperial doctors standing around, all of them stood with their heads bowed, trembling with fear.

"Back to your lord, today is already the tenth day." Mo Fugui was so anxious that tears flowed down his face.

He was not pretending that if King Qi fell, he would have nowhere to live, so most of his tears were shed for himself.

"Aren't they two here yet?" Nangongshan was naturally referring to Li Feibai and Fang Shengshou.

He knew that these two people were his only hope for survival.

"Back to the prince, there is still no trace."

Holding his fists with the last bit of strength, Nangongshan ordered angrily: "Chop them into pieces and feed them to the dogs!"

When you are about to die, you should have someone on your back.

Just as Mo Fugui was about to give the order, someone shouted in front of the door: "Your Majesty, Divine Doctor Fang is asking to see you with a wasted gift."

After hearing the report, Nangongshan's closed eyes suddenly widened, and a hint of joy appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Quick, please."

The two of them entered Nangongshan's bedroom without bringing anything except the syringe in Li Feibai's hand.

"How come you two didn't show up until now? My lord... he's dying. Please take medicine quickly!" Mo Fugui was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Smiling slightly, Li Feibai looked calm. He walked to Nangong Mountain, forgetting to glance at the dying man, and thought to himself: It was so risky, I almost went too far.

"What is this?" Mo Fugui saw the syringe in Li Feibai's hand.

"Didn't the steward see it? This is gold."

"Where's the medicine? If you don't bring medicine, why bring gold?" Mo Fugui didn't see the decoction he thought he had.

Without answering his words, Li Feibai said directly: "Lift up the prince's clothes."

Mo Fugui had no choice but to order two maids to lift Nangongshan's clothes.

Now he can only treat a dead horse as a living doctor. This is his idea.

The medicine was already in the "syringe". He took out a small and sharp bamboo tube from his arms. Li Feibai put it on the "syringe" and then pricked it into Nangongshan's belly.

"Stop!" Mo Fugui saw this and shouted: "You dare to assassinate the prince, come and capture them."

The guards of Prince Qi's Mansion swarmed forward and detained Li Feibai and Li Feibai.

"Manager Mo, my medicine is not taken orally. It can only be effective when injected into the prince's stomach. If you delay it any longer, the prince's life will be in danger. Can you afford it then?" Li Feibai asked.

"This..." Mo Fugui was speechless and looked at the five imperial doctors next to him with an inquiring look.

After all, they are professionals in this matter.

"Manager, I'm afraid this guy is just cheating. How can any medicine be packed in gold?" one of the leading doctors said.

"This man must be up to no good, so let's kill him."

"If he can cure the prince's illness, I will resign as imperial physician immediately."

"Hmph, even a country boy dares to talk about medical skills. I'm afraid he's just here to cling to the rich and powerful."

The other imperial doctors agreed.

This group of people were usually suppressed by Fang Sheng's hands, but when they saw that the people he brought actually claimed to be able to heal Nangong Shan, they naturally tried every means to stop them.

If it really succeeds, then they, the imperial doctors, will no longer need to become doctors.
Chapter completed!