Chapter 393

The several burly men charged forward, and Da Wang cautiously stepped back two steps, nimbly dodging the cold arrows shot from across.

Someone on the second floor of Spring River Flower Moon Night and the neighboring shop immediately nocked an arrow and returned fire; opposite, someone on the second floor instantly shouted and fell, three arrows lodged in their body.

Da Wang took one look at the opposite side and ignored it; this guy still couldn't help shouting, 'Where did all these similar-aged sons come from?! Humph! The assassination routine against this young master is too simple!'

Zhang Tonghe nearby, also having seen much of the world, wasn't panicked either; he had the leisure to ask Da Wang, 'Why are they trying to assassinate you?'

Da Wang pointed to the back door of Spring River Flower Moon Night and ordered Xie Tu, 'Senior brother, take them to hide!'

Then he answered Zhang Tonghe, 'These villains are obviously jealous of our excellent medical skills and divine elixirs!'

Zhang Tonghe: ……

Who would believe it! How could he not know this line of work is still so competitive?!

Although Zhang Tonghe is old, he is very agile; this old man tried to flee and even wanted to drag Da Wang along, but Da Wang broke free, bent down, and drew a dagger over a foot long from his boot, holding it crosswise in front of him.

"I know martial arts~"

More assassins surged forward, while more people wielding weapons poured in from all directions to confront them; Zhang Tonghe then realized this kid might not have a simple identity.

It was Da Wang's guards, scattered around, who closed in.

Da Wang calmly turned while holding the dagger, even having time to drag the tool‑person patient out from under the table, having uttered his threats—today this person is dead, so isn't he losing a million?

It only took a few words' worth of time—really just an instant—when Ling Yin and Wei Shen engaged them, they knew these people weren't just a medical disturbance; they stopped holding back, Ling Yin struck each with a sword, blood spurted out and splattered the onlookers; the crowd that had been helping the 'victim' block the underworld swindlers only then realized things had gotten serious!

Someone's dead!

They really are slashing!

The onlookers began to scream, panicking and fleeing in all directions.

Actually, just Ling Yin and Wei Shen were enough to repel the enemy; the guards who arrived later mainly maintained order amidst the chaos, only four of them formed a circle around Da Wang in the middle, and Da Wang even complained they were blocking his view and interfering with his spectating.

Where did these assassins come from? He was still quite curious.

Da Wang stood on tiptoe, peered through the gaps, anxiously saying, 'Let me take a look!'

For the first time he noticed these guards were tall and sturdy; besides their imposing presence, they weren't without flaws—they seriously obstructed his view!

The guards stood motionless, tightly encircling him in the middle, as if deaf.

What are you looking at? What if there are still archers somewhere?

Don't get involved again if another farce of Da Wang being kidnapped in Dragon Head County happens.

"Ling Yin, leave a live one!" Da Wang was firmly pinned down by his own guards forming a Five Finger Mountain, exasperated to the point of shouting.

Too bad, it's too late.

When these people realized the Northern Border King's guards were on a completely different level and they had no chance at all, the remaining two killed themselves.

Ling Yin pried open the mouth of the last fallen assassin: 'He took poison—blood seals the throat.'

Da Wang was extremely disappointed: '……Is this the level they dare to assassinate this young master?!'

Actually, they had planned this for a long time; the assassins below moved first to create chaos, covering the archers lying in wait opposite who fired cold arrows. In the chaos, what's so hard about killing a child in a bustling market?

Who would have thought that the king's entourage, once they moved, crushed everything with no chance to fight back, and archers were also stationed on the second floor.

They didn't leave them a single chance!

These people probably don't know that the king of Longtou County was kidnapped; how could such a loophole happen again in such a short time? Those bandits shouldn't be mixed in either.

The Youzhou guards arrived quickly, cleaned up the battlefield and evacuated the civilians.

The king brought everyone, including the patients scared limp, temporarily went into Spring River Flower Moon Night to wait; the commandant Wang arrived to handle the aftermath. After a simple summary, he came in to report: 'Greetings, Your Highness! A total of twelve assassins were executed, including two external supporters and one archer from the opposite building; no survivors remained. As for when and under what identity they entered Youzhou City, and other specific details, further investigation is needed.... The only clue lies in their weapons; the knives they used have a distinct Xiongnu characteristic.'

The king, bored, was messing with the potted plants in the hall; hearing this, he finally let go, 'Xiongnu people?'

'Not certain. The assassins' outer clothing is the common style worn by locals here, but their inner clothing is somewhat like the Xiongnu's attire...'

Wei Shen almost jumped up upon hearing it, 'Does Wujihan dare to play dirty with us?'

The king pressed him back down, 'That's not certain.'

That guy suddenly smiled, 'Come, summon the envoy! Let them come explain why they assassinated me—is it dissatisfaction with my tribute policy?'

The Youzhou guards sealed the scene; the king, having nothing else to do, simply waited at Spring River Flower Moon Night for the result, not forgetting to use his free time to flirt with Zhang Tonghe. He had decided to turn back and have someone check—if this person really is that divine doctor, then it would be embarrassing; the king wanted to detain him.

At this point, he earnestly invited him to stay at the Northern Border Medical Bureau's outpatient clinic.

'Have you seen the newspaper, Doctor Zhang? Our Northern Border Medical Bureau is the largest in the world, quite large. Not only do we recruit medical students, but we also have outpatient and inpatient departments, widely inviting famous doctors from all over to hold clinics; Doctor Zhang, are you interested?'

Being called out, Zhang Tonghe couldn't pretend to be dead, so he came over to pay his respects. Thinking this child had a big background, he hadn't expected it to be this big.

He had been in Youzhou for a few days and had also watched the military parade, but they were positioned toward the back, so he couldn't see clearly, let alone the king on the high platform.

Now saying that the bear-child who just stood with hands on hips and spoke harshly is the Northern Border Prince, he still felt a bit surprised.

This is too down-to-earth!

You don't say the Northern Border Prince is the former emperor's son? A child raised in the imperial palace, so... lively?

He has lived as a carefree cloud and wild crane, practicing medicine among the common people, rarely dealing with nobles and officials, and this is his first contact with royalty. Previously the local prefect wanted to recommend him to go to Chang'an, but he escaped each time; now he also does not want to agree.

'Commoner greets Your Highness, the Northern Border Prince! Replying to Your Highness, this commoner's medical skill is not as the folk rumors claim...'

As soon as he heard that the man wanted to shirk responsibility, the king propped his chin, smiling, 'Are you afraid of losing in medical skill to my master? I didn't expect you to be this fragile, retreating at the first sign of difficulty~ Haven't you noticed that the person you diagnosed but didn't treat has a much better complexion?'

Zhang Tonghe abruptly turned his head to look at the old man shrinking in the corner; the old man had never experienced such excitement in his life, now he was stunned dumb, but undeniably, his complexion really had improved a lot!

'May I let this commoner take his pulse again?'

'Please.'

Zhang Tonghe again carefully felt the pulse of the old man with severe heart disease, and he was shocked.

If this person had never left his sight, he would surely have thought the person had been swapped; this is completely a different person!

'This...' How could that be possible?!

The king also cared, 'How is it? How many years of life does he have left?'

Zhang Tonghe: "Seems back to normal..." His heart ailment uncertain if cured, but this vigorous vitality—what's going on? Completely suppressed the heart ailment from his innate deficiency? Is there really such a divine doctor in the world?

The Great King's back is ramrod straight, "Divine Doctor Zhang, do you want to meet this king's master?"

Even the straight hook had to bite, "... want."