Between the main hall and the harem, there is a marble corridor with green pine arches, more than 50 meters long, and at the end of the corridor is the location of the imperial medical hall of the Reims royal family.

It can be said that this place represents the highest level of medical care in the Reims Empire!

"Quick, give me three more boosters!"

"No, you can't use the booster, Your Excellency Tariq's stomach has been penetrated, and the booster poured down has flowed out of the stomach!"

"Don't use the booster, is there anything else you can do? Listen to me, find a rope, tighten Lord Tariq's chest, and then pour the medicine ......"

There was a burst of anxious shouting from the house at the end of the corridor, and dozens of doctors ran in and out, sweating profusely, but Tariq's face on the hospital bed became whiter and paler...... "Gentlemen, please make a way for me to get out!"

Jiang Nan also rushed to Louis XIII, and when he heard the shouts of the doctors, he almost crooked his nose in anger, poured medicine, and tightened his chest...... Are these quacks trying to kill Tariq!?

"Didn't you hear Count Roddy's orders?

The little emperor rushed to the doctor when he was sick, drove away the imperial doctor loudly, and nervously followed Jiang Nan into the ward, "Roddy, Tariq is a loyal minister, you must save his life!"

"Your Majesty, I will do my best...... Well, I promise Tariq will survive!"

Jiang Nan glanced at Tariq's appearance, and suddenly changed his words, it turned out that although Tariq's appearance was very terrifying, a wrist-thick hole was pierced in his right abdomen, not only his intestines, but even his stomach was scratched a small infusion - this also made it impossible for his stomach to contain medicine, but Tariq's heart and lungs, these most fatal organs, were unharmed!

To be precise, Tariq is just an ordinary external injury, and Jiangnan is confident that he can save him!

Seeing Jiang Nan's confident appearance, the little emperor's eyes lit up, and he said hurriedly: "Then what are you waiting for......?

"Your Majesty, Roddy, you all come out!"

Suddenly, Archimedes came from the end of the corridor, his face was gloomy, he strode into the ward, and with a slight wave of his hand, he ordered the Praetorian Guards to take Jiang Nan and the little emperor out.

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Nan was anxious about Tariq's injury, and his tone became unkind, "National Teacher, I know you are not satisfied with what I did tonight, but your life is at stake, please go out, I must rescue Tariq in absolute silence!"

"Let you out, just to rescue Tariq!"

Archimedes glanced at Jiang Nan coldly, and then gave an imperial doctor a look.

The imperial doctor suddenly realized, and said in surprise: "Oh, I almost forgot, the national teacher is a human totem, and what he is best at is to cure diseases and save people, Your Majesty, the secret method of the national teacher is very powerful, you better go out quickly!" He recalled Jiang Nan's tough tone just now, looked at Jiang Nan, and snorted contemptuously in his eyes: "Where did you come from, is it like selling off medical skills here after a few days of studying?" Hmph, Luo Di, you also give me out immediately, don't delay the time of the national teacher!"

Layman!?

When it comes to medical skills, Jiang Nan has absolute confidence and arrogance, he estimated Tariq's injury, shrugged his shoulders and said: "Well, I'll go out, but Archimed, if you haven't saved Tariq within ten minutes, please come out for me and give me the medical table, otherwise, Tariq will die in your hands!"

"Tariq won't die, Roddy, get out!"

Archimedes closed them, and the others left the room.

This is Archimedes' rule, he is not proficient in medical skills, if you want to save people, you must use the secret method of human totem, but Archimedes' secret method is the top secret of the empire, and the imperial doctors are not qualified to observe.

"In the name of the primate of all things, the human race, call upon the messenger of the underworld......"

Archimedes stood in front of the hospital bed, slowly raising his arms, and his mouth was actually calling...... That's right, he's calling for ghosts!

This is Archimedes' true strength: in the Primordial Continent, the souls of people after death are mixed into the underworld, so naturally, there will be ghosts similar to bull heads and horses in the underworld to lure the dead.

What Archimedes has to do is to communicate with these ghosts, asking them to spare Tarik and leave Tarik's soul in the world!

"Archimedes, we're meeting again!"

Suddenly, two ethereal ghosts, one tall and one short, appeared behind Archimedes, the tall man holding a long hook in his hand, and the short one with several chains wrapped around his body.

"Two messengers!" Archimedes bowed slightly, and pleaded, "In the name of Archimedes, I beg you to ......"

"You want us to let Tariq go?"

The tall man smiled coolly, "Archimedes, forty-seven years ago, your father was going to die, we gave you a face, let your father live for ten more years, sixteen years ago, Emperor Dilgo of Lance was about to die, we agreed to your request again, and let him live for ten more years...... We've already spared two Shades with you, do you want us to spare a third? Besides, Tariq isn't a big deal!"

"Yes, Tariq is not noble, but he is the descendant of the Iron Clan, the orthodox ...... of the Jupiter Saints"

"Enough!"

The tall Yin Spirit sneered: "To tell you the truth, I heard that Tariq is about to die, and the 'Yin Lord' is overjoyed, and asks us to bring Tariq's Yin Spirit back, Archimedes, do you dare to go against the will of the Yin Lord?"

Of course, in the original continent of worshipping nature, this Yin Lord is not covered with a layer of mythology, in the eyes of the world, he is just an alternative life form with strong power, and his surname is similar to that of the twelve-winged golden-eyed dragon king.

But...... When people die, they all go to the underworld, and no one will offend the master of the underworld except fools!

Hearing the Yin Spirit's words, Archimedes' eyebrows raised, "The Yin Lord named Tariq......'s soul?" What's so special about Tariq's soul?"

...... "Dear old gentleman, where is Tariq's father?"

Just as Archimedes was negotiating with the Yin Spirit, in the corridor, the old imperial doctor who mocked Jiangnan was still staring at him with unkind eyes, as if to say, "Layman, what kind of doctor are you pretending to be, who doesn't know that you are a slave who raises pigs!?"

Jiang Nan didn't pay attention to the imperial doctor's eyes, he walked around the nearby ward, frowned and asked, "What about Tariq's father?"

"Do you mean Ron? Oh, please turn out my bad news, he's dead......"

How is this possible?

Jiang Nan had seen Ron's injuries with his own eyes, and although this old man was shot in the back of the heart with a bow and arrow, he definitely did not reach the point of certain death!

"Where's Mr. Ron's body? Take me to see it!"

"Death is safe, Roddy, do you want to disturb old Mr. Ron's rest?"

The old imperial physician frowned disdainfully.

Jiang Nan's heart has a little more anger, in his previous life, he was most unaccustomed to this kind of doctor, thinking that he had some ability, treating everyone as a layman, as if without him, the mortality rate of the world's population would have to increase by dozens of percentage points!

It's a fucking shame on the word 'medicine'!

Jiang Nan spread out his hands and said, "Old man, may I ask what your title is?"

The old imperial physician raised his head proudly, "Mobley, Viscount Mobley!"

"Tell me, then, what does this ribbon represent?"

Jiang Nan pointed to the purple-red earl's ribbon on his chest, which was one level higher than the old imperial doctor, "Sir, it is your responsibility to answer a high-ranking nobleman's question truthfully, understand, Your Excellency the Viscount?"

"Hmph, Mr. Ron's body has been transported to the morgue outside the palace!"

The old imperial doctor snorted stupidly, and after Jiang Nan walked away, he said to his colleagues in a very loud voice, "Listen, if Luo Di and his family are sick in the future, no one is allowed to save them!"

When Jiang Nan heard this, he called two Praetorian Guards to go with him.

Ahem, ahem!

A few minutes later, a violent cough came from the entrance to the cloister.

The old imperial doctor subconsciously looked at it, and then, his mouth opened, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen his dead father crawl out of the grave!

Jiang Nan and the two Praetorian Guards came back with a stretcher!

Ron, who was pronounced dead by the Imperial Doctor...... Coughing on a stretcher!

"Old sir!" Jiang Nan commanded the Praetorian Guards to send Ron into the ward, and when he passed by the old imperial doctor, he shook his head and sighed, "You said Ron is dead? It seems that there is something wrong with your vision...... Well, I don't know how many people who were seriously injured but didn't die were killed by your 'insider'!"

Glancing at the other imperial doctors, "If my family and I were seriously ill, you wouldn't come to the rescue, would you?"

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "It's okay! I'm better at medicine than you, and I don't want to hand my family over to you 'insider' treatment!"

Oh, my God!

The little emperor who was sitting in the corridor and sighed in mourning jumped up, the imperial doctors, representing the Lance Empire, and even the imperial doctors representing the highest medical level in the continent had already declared Ron dead, but it only took a few minutes for Roddy to let Ron enter the ward with a ruddy face...... The best physician on the continent turned out to be Count Rodi of me!

"Roddy!" the little emperor rushed towards Jiangnan excitedly.

But at this time, Archimedes also walked out of the ward, and the little emperor hurriedly turned around, "National teacher, is Tariq alive?"

Archimedes' face was gray, and he shook his head gloomily, just now, he said the words 'Tariq's soul is very special', as soon as he heard this, the two Yin envoys seemed to have been touched by the most painful scales, and without saying anything, the token of the Yin Lord was revealed, "Archimedes, if you dare to say a word again, the Yin Lord will immediately lead your soul!"

Failed!

Alas, now those two messengers should be luring Tariq's soul!

Archimedes didn't speak, but his expression already said it all...... "Alas!" The little emperor sighed, and suddenly remembered that Jiang Nan had the ability to bring Ron back to life, and hurriedly pushed Jiang Nan, "Roddy, go and save Tariq!"

"Your Majesty, please guard the door for me and don't let anyone come in and disturb me!"

Jiang Nan rushed into the ward, the necromantic slaughter order was still there, he didn't want to, and he didn't dare to be seen by others, so he locked the door after entering.

This action was exchanged for a contemptuous sneer from Archimedes.

You don't want to be seen in a medical maneuver, you can!

But you don't know yet, two Yin Envoys are channeling Tariq's soul, are you just a mortal, still have the ability to keep Tariq's soul in front of the Yin Envoy?

(To be continued)