Seeing his look of distress, Jun Zhantian couldn't help but feel uneasy and asked, "Old Fang, how is he?"

Fang Huisheng glanced at Jun Moxie with pity, shook his head, and sighed, "His life is probably not in danger, but everything else is quite grim."

"Grim?!" Old Master Jun was greatly alarmed. "How grim?"

"The meridians are knotted, showing signs of imminent atrophy; the five internal organs are damaged. This..." He sighed, looking up, "Did Third Young Master ever undergo extremely strenuous physical training? And the kind that was completely beyond his body's capacity?"

Jun Zhantian grew increasingly uneasy. "Yes, there were seven days, and up until yesterday..."

"That confirms it," Fang Huisheng withdrew his hand, his frosty brows tightly knit. "Man has his limits. Third Young Master’s body was already weak and depleted; he relied solely on sheer willpower to endure high-intensity training his body could not sustain. How could his sinews and vessels bear it? He sustained hidden injuries. If that were all, stopping the training and recuperating properly would offer a chance of recovery. But precisely at this moment, adding insult to injury, he was struck by a sword and kicked in the chest and abdomen by the assassin, thoroughly damaging his internal organs. The sword energy further ravaged his viscera, completely triggering those accumulated hidden wounds. With both injuries compounding, how could he possibly be fine? But the most difficult part is that after being gravely wounded by the sharp sword, he failed to staunch the bleeding in time, leading to massive blood loss. Simply keeping him alive now is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune..."

He shook his head. "After this ordeal, it will already be extremely fortunate if Third Young Master survives to live as an ordinary person. Moreover, if he engages in any strenuous activity in the future, he will experience dizziness, a burning sensation in his core, and could even face mortal danger at any moment."

Jun Zhantian froze, his face changing drastically. "Is it that serious? Does the Divine Doctor have any means to treat it? Is there absolutely no hope for a full recovery?!"

Fang Huisheng sighed again. "As I said, man has his limits. Though I am called a Divine Doctor, I certainly don't possess supernatural powers. With all these conditions piling up, even if an immortal descended, I fear they would be powerless. Old Master Jun, wishing one's grandson to become a dragon is a shared human sentiment, and naturally an earnest one, but one must act within one's capacity."

Saying this, he picked up his brush and wrote a prescription. "Follow this formula, three doses daily, treat him carefully, and he might recover a little. But as for his Profound Qi cultivation, I believe that hope is lost for life!"

Old Master Jun was dumbstruck. Even Tang Yuan standing nearby was astounded.

But who would dare doubt the words spoken by this titan of medicine? Who was qualified to doubt him!

Forcing a smile, Jun Zhantian said with a darkened face, "As long as he can keep his life and not be permanently disabled, being able to move as freely as a normal person is good enough. As for Profound Qi... countless people in the Tianxiang Kingdom never touch it, yet they still manage to build careers, don't they?"

Though he spoke these words, even Tang Yuan could detect the profound disappointment in the old man's tone.

Tang Yuan tried to console him. "Exactly. Look at the Grand Tutor Li in our current court; isn't he just a frail scholar? Yet he still dominates the court, second only to the Emperor?"

This remark from Fatty Tang was only meant to appease, but unexpectedly, it stoked a furious fire in Old Master Jun’s heart. He thought the fatty was subtly insulting him. After all, it was Jun Zhantian himself who had crippled Grand Tutor Li’s Profound Qi back then, leading to the unresolvable feud between their two families—a feud that could never be smoothed over.

"Get out!" Old Master Jun roared.

Fatty Tang shivered, utterly scared stiff, and fled in a panic, not understanding how he had offended the old man when he was clearly just echoing his sentiment.

Fang Huisheng sighed, packed up his medical kit, and took his leave. Old Master Jun ordered several guards to escort him back, but he himself remained seated by his grandson’s bedside.

This action inadvertently caused Doctor Fang some internal grumbling: the difference in treatment upon arrival and departure was vast!

Turning back, he noticed Jun Moxie was still smiling. Old Master Jun sighed heavily and then erupted in anger, "Why are you laughing, boy? I went to great lengths to hire 'Shadow Without a Trace' to follow and protect you! And look at you! You acted clever, pulling all sorts of stunts to shake them off, and now look at the result! Tell me, what am I to say about you! Alas!"

The old master shook his head and sighed, feeling as if he had exhausted all the sighs he would ever make in his lifetime right here, today.

"Please don't worry, Grandpa," Jun Moxie looked at the deep concern etched between Jun Zhantian's brows and felt a warmth spread through his heart. Unable to keep hiding it, he said, "The diagnosis Mr. Fang just gave was because I subtly manipulated things. In truth, my body is nowhere near as critical as he described." Then he chuckled, circulated his Xuan technique, and the look of illness vanished from his face, replaced by vitality.

"Hmm?" Jun Zhantian's expression jolted, a wave of extreme elation washing over his face. But before the joy could fully dissipate, it was overlaid with a layer of doubt, and a flicker of realization.

"I want to hear your reasons! Every single one, even your... thoughts." Jun Zhantian's gaze sharpened as he looked at Jun Moxie, as if scrutinizing what his grandson was truly thinking. Simultaneously, Jun Zhantian turned and barked, "From this moment on, within thirty zhang of this room, I forbid the presence of any ears! Violators will be executed without mercy!"

A response came from outside, followed by continuous swish-swish sounds.

In a mere moment, the area outside seemed to fall into profound silence, utterly still.

Concealing the truth from the Imperial Physician meant deceiving the Emperor. Thus, Jun Zhantian was extremely cautious.

Jun Moxie, who had been lying down, suddenly sat up. Still clad in his sleeping robe, he tightened the sash around his waist and stepped off the bed, seating himself calmly in the Grand Tutor's chair, directly opposite his grandfather, Old Master Jun Zhantian.

This action filled the old master with surprise. It seemed his grandson’s health was indeed fine. This grandson truly possessed remarkable skill; he had even fooled the renowned Divine Doctor Fang Huisheng!

But immediately, the old master's expression turned solemn. He sensed that what Jun Moxie was about to say would be extremely serious, perhaps even something he did not wish to hear—perhaps even something bordering on treason! That was why the old master had already cut off all avenues of information to this room. Unless a legendary Supreme Divine Xuan master was hidden nearby eavesdropping, absolutely no one could escape the old master's notice.

From Jun Moxie's years of feigned compliance and his current pretense of injury, Old Master Jun detected an unusual aura. He could even guess generally what his grandson intended to discuss, which was why he had become exceptionally stern and serious!

"Because the Jun family is truly in grave danger right now! I had to step forward. Originally, living as a wastrel was my true intention!" Jun Moxie spoke, first distancing himself. "Unfortunately, I am the only one left in the third generation of the Jun family. Even if I wanted to stay out of it, I couldn't. Therefore, I absolutely cannot allow myself to fall under the intense scrutiny of the capital's major families!"

"I understand this point; I guessed as much," Old Master Jun stroked his beard. "On this point alone, your current act of feigning injury is a success. I am gratified."

"Furthermore, although your previous actions successfully intimidated the great noble families of the capital, the Jun family's strength was too overtly displayed. Whether in influence within the court or hidden power, it has become too immense, and such power is inherently intolerable to the Royal Family. Moreover, this entire incident was a massive breach of taboo! However, it coincided perfectly with His Majesty's desires, allowing him to smoothly complete a total reshuffling of power in the capital. Secondly, because His Majesty considers past friendship and your numerous great contributions, Old Master. Thirdly, because you are advanced in years, Third Uncle is crippled by injury, and your grandson here is an incapable wastrel, we avoided His Majesty's suspicion."

"But such luck cannot be relied upon twice; this time was barely successful, but the next time may not be! Even now, if His Majesty were to discover that my wastrel ways were a facade, and this severe injury is also a lie, his suspicion would only double. At that point, the Jun family might face immediate disaster! This is the primary reason why your grandson is feigning this injury!"