Jun Mo Xie shot the fatty a weak glance, genuinely wanting to leap up and kick him away! However, since he was currently feigning severe injury, he had to let him off for the moment. But his eyes were already **blatantly murderous...

"Thank heavens you didn't die, brother, or I'd be too lonely from now on. Without you, I honestly don't know what I'd do." Fatty Tang wiped his brow, took the tea offered by the attendant, took a satisfying gulp, and then turned to call out, "Quick! Bring in the gift my Tang family has for Young Master Jun the Third!"

Jun Mo Xie watched the doorway with interest, truly wondering what item required two people to 'carry' it in as a gift.

Two men strained and grunted as they brought in two large chests. Instantly, Jun Mo Xie's bedroom was completely dominated by the three massive presences—Tang Yuan and the two large boxes—leaving barely any room for the attendant to squeeze onto a chair, forced to squat with his legs tucked in.

Tang Yuan waved the porters out, chuckling, and mysteriously opened the wooden chests as if presenting a treasure. He sneakily glanced at Jun Mo Xie before stepping aside. Jun Mo Xie craned his neck to look, nearly fainting.

Inside were nothing but high-grade healing elixirs—box after box, bottle after bottle, packet after packet... Exquisitely packaged, the medicinal scent filled the air; it was obvious these were priceless. Jun Mo Xie couldn't help but wonder if this fatty had ransacked every apothecary in the city.

For an ordinary injured person, these remedies were certainly useful, even practical; some were so rare that money alone couldn't acquire them. But the problem was... Jun Mo Xie was not ordinary. He had absolutely no need for them!

To Jun Mo Xie, these things were nothing more than a massive pile of junk! At best, they were useful only in a pinch!

With a groan, Jun Mo Xie spoke weakly, "Fatty, you've truly gone to too much trouble. The amount of medicine you’ve brought, even if I were to get injured seven or eight times a day and live to be a hundred, would be more than enough. You didn't come to visit me; you came to curse me into being injured more often..."

Tang Yuan slammed the lid of the wooden chest shut, beaming triumphantly. "Third Young Master, what do you think of my methods? Every single injury medicine available in Tianxiang City, even the Saint-grade and Ultimate-grade varieties, are all in this box!" He then leaned in conspiratorially close to Jun Mo Xie’s ear, whispering furtively, "Third Young Master, the bottom layer—that took me immense effort to procure. It’s the kind of rare, unobtainable good stuff. You must hide it carefully."

"What?" Jun Mo Xie showed a flicker of interest, raising an eyebrow.

Tang Yuan glanced at the attendant and gave a lewd smile before lowering his voice, "The very bottom layer holds what you're most interested in: Virago's Treasure, Joy Grass, Maiden's Dew, Chaste Wife's Elixir, Golden Divine Spear, Unfalling Cudgel, Wall Piercer, Hundredweight Hanger,..."

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" Jun Mo Xie felt a massive headache brewing. "What in the world are these bizarre, nonsensical things? Uh... what exactly is the 'Hundredweight Hanger'?"

"The Hundredweight Hanger, hehehe..." Tang Yuan chuckled suggestively, pointing toward Jun Mo Xie's groin, and murmured, "It means that once you take that thing, your thing can lift a full hundredweight... uh, a good item." This fatty had actually adapted quickly; Jun Mo Xie’s casual use of 'item' ('dongdong') had been instantly understood without further explanation, and he’d managed to use it to his advantage.

"Damn it! Spare me, please stop disgusting me here!" Jun Mo Xie clutched his head. "Take it away quickly! If my grandfather sees this, he'll probably just pinch that thing right off me—and I still need to preserve my root of wisdom! Don't ruin me!"

"What are you afraid of? Every man loves this stuff. I bet Elder Jun has some too. The Old Master isn't young anymore; without these 'items' to assist, even if his mighty vigor remains, it might not be... haha..." Tang Yuan laughed on, oblivious to the danger, when suddenly—

"What do I have?" A heavy voice boomed, as Old Master Jun Zhan Tian strode to the doorway, looking utterly bewildered at Tang Yuan, and then at the crowded chamber. "What is going on here? What did you just say, boy?!"

My luck is this bad?! Tang Yuan stood frozen, sweat pouring from him in large beads. His eyes darted frantically; a puddle of moisture instantly formed beneath his fat frame. This was life-threatening! If the Old Master had truly heard those words...

"What is this pile of junk?" Old Master Jun was slightly irritated. "It's all messy; get it cleared out immediately!"

Tang Yuan hurriedly burst into forced laughter, nodding his head like a woodpecker. "Yes, yes, clearing it now! It's just some common herbs, nothing special."

As soon as he spoke, Old Master Jun focused again. "Fatty, what 'thing' did you just say I have?"

Tang Yuan's face contorted, his features squeezing together—his complexion shifting from white to red, then to blue. His fat cheeks trembled uncontrollably, and his sturdy legs threatened to give way...

"Uh, Fatty was saying that your old man's vigor remains, and that His Majesty's heroic spirit is something you also possess, Grandfather. But he felt it was presumptuous, so he didn't dare say more," Jun Mo Xie interjected quickly to smooth things over. Seeing the Fatty's pitiful state, he figured one more word from the Old Master would make him collapse from fright.

"What's presumptuous about that? Why be so terrified? I do possess mighty vigor and enduring spirit; it's simply a fact!" Old Master Jun shot Tang Yuan a look of utter disdain and lectured him, "In the future, don't always drag our Mo Xie off to those disreputable places. He’s only been led astray by you and your wicked friends."

"Ah?" Tang Yuan was aghast; how could the Old Master twist the facts? Clearly, he was the one who had been corrupted by following the grandson...

Old Master Jun snorted. In the old man's mind, his grandson was naturally good and well-behaved; any past lack of ambition was solely due to being misled by these scoundrel friends...

He waved, and several guards entered to carry the two chests out. Tang Yuan panicked. "Then the second chest contains..."

Jun Mo Xie was also breaking into a cold sweat: if the second box was even worse than the first, this boy would be the death of him...

With another wave of his hand, the Old Master ordered everything sent to Jun Mo Xie's small storeroom, and the attendant followed. The two men finally let out a collective sigh of relief.

A white-haired, white-bearded elder in a white robe, with a kind, benevolent face radiating peace, walked in carrying a small medical kit. Tang Yuan instantly startled and respectfully rose. "Mr. Fang."

This Mr. Fang was none other than the Chief Imperial Physician, Fang Huisheng. In Tianxiang City, he had a famous nickname: Fang the Undying! It meant that no matter how severe the injury, as long as Imperial Physician Fang treated you, you were guaranteed not to die! While this claim was perhaps an exaggeration, Fang Huisheng's medical skill was unquestionable—even if Hua Tuo and Bian Que were resurrected, they probably wouldn't surpass him.

Tang Yuan had once suffered a severe illness years ago when all the imperial physicians were helpless. It was Fang Huisheng who stepped in at the crucial moment and saved his life. Thus, Tang Yuan held deep gratitude toward him, considering him a savior.

Fang Huisheng nodded with a gentle smile, said nothing, and sat by the bedside. He reached out to take Jun Mo Xie's pulse, simultaneously scrutinizing his complexion, flipping up his eyelids, and even asking him to stick out his tongue for examination.

At that very moment, a thought suddenly struck Jun Mo Xie.

Controlling his internal Nei Li (Inner Force), he caused a slight turbulence within his body; the throbbing of his meridians immediately became quite irregular.

This mysterious power, foreign to this world, was naturally undetectable by anyone else.

Fang Huisheng's expression gradually grew grave. He had initially thought Jun Zhan Tian's urgent petition to the Emperor to summon him was an overreaction, but upon taking the pulse, he discovered that the situation within the young man before him was unexpectedly, terribly dire!