Chapter 217: Yang Gong dies of poisoning

"Indeed, only by being careful can one sail for ten thousand years..."

Gao Jiong, who was still lamenting, nodded in agreement with Yang Gong's words, but his peripheral vision suddenly caught the figure tilting backward. "A-Gong!"

As he spoke, he instinctively reached out to grab him.

Dugu Zhang: "Brother-in-law!"

Feng Yu: "Young Master!"

Liu Jin, Lin Mingjing: "Young Master Yang!"

Several people around them saw this and hurriedly surrounded him in a panic.

They never imagined that Yang Gong, who was perfectly fine just a moment ago, would suddenly become like this...

"A-Gong, what is wrong with you?"

"Don't scare us!"

Gao Jiong threw himself onto the floor, clutching the black-blood-spitting Yang Gong, completely losing his composure as he spoke anxiously.

"I... I... cough... go..."

Yang Gong's seven orifices began to bleed black blood, coughing incessantly, his speech becoming unclear, muttering and stumbling.

He looked extremely terrifying...

"What?"

"What did you say?"

Gao Jiong leaned down, trying his best to hear what Yang Gong was saying, but he couldn't hear anything at all.

Vaguely, he only caught the word "go"...

Where was he trying to go at a time like this?

"The Young Master is showing signs of poisoning!"

Feng Yu stared at the black blood overflowing from Yang Gong, took a deep breath, and quickly made a judgment.

Immediately, he gripped his other wrist and placed his fingers on the pulse, but his expression turned panicked: "The Young Master's pulse is also getting weaker and weaker!"

It was obvious that the unknown toxin was constantly eroding Yang Gong's vitality...

"Poisoned?!"

Gao Jiong heard this, widened his eyes in disbelief, and asked, "Didn't the assassins just now all get killed?"

"When did they administer the poison?"

Throughout the whole process, he, Gao Jiong, was present; those assassins didn't even touch a hair on A-Gong, let alone poison him.

If it was in the wine and food earlier, why were he and Dugu Zhang fine?

At that moment, Gao Jiong was completely baffled...

"A-Jiong, stop thinking about those useless things!"

Dugu Zhang saw this and shouted sharply to interrupt Gao Jiong.

After a pause, he continued, "The most urgent task right now is to invite a physician to save my brother-in-law!"

Dugu Zhang remained calm and clear-headed.

Compared to Yang Gong's life, who the mastermind was or how the poison was administered was completely irrelevant...

One had to distinguish between the urgent and the secondary; saving the person was the most important thing!

"Right, right, saving A-Gong is the most important thing!"

Gao Jiong, awakened by the shout, regained his senses and nodded repeatedly.

"Liu Jin, hurry and invite physicians from nearby, invite several!"

Dugu Zhang thought for a moment, looked at his guard, and gave specific instructions.

After a pause, he continued methodically, "Also, tell the people at Da Feng Tai to report to the Jingzhao Prefecture, and go notify Grand General Yang!"

The number of physicians had to be as many as possible, in case one wasn't enough and the best treatment time was missed.

The reason he sent the people from Da Feng Tai was to keep the guards behind to ensure safety, avoiding any other assassins arranged by the mastermind...

"Yes."

Liu Jin nodded, not daring to delay, and immediately went to carry out the order.

"A-Gong, hold on!"

"The physician will be here soon..."

Dugu Zhang stepped forward, pushed Gao Jiong aside, held Yang Gong's hand tightly, his gaze firm, and encouraged him: "You will definitely be fine!"

"Hmm... I... hard... to... bear..." Yang Gong's seven orifices continued to bleed black blood, responding extremely painfully.

"Hold on!"

"You must hold on!"

Dugu Zhang stared fixedly, his voice even firmer, gritting his teeth.

Dugu Zhang's actions were not only to save his life, but also for the sake of the Dugu clan's ally...

Yang Gong absolutely could not have an accident!

And he absolutely could not die at this time!

An incense stick of time later.

"Young Master, the physicians are here!"

Liu Jin dragged several old men in their forties or fifties back into the pavilion.

"Greetings to the two Young Masters!"

Physician Zeng and the others bowed cautiously to Dugu Zhang and the other, having already been briefed on the situation by Liu Jin on the way.

"Forget these empty courtesies..."

Dugu Zhang waved his hand impatiently and urged, "Hurry up and diagnose him!"

Every second was critical now, and he didn't want to waste time on this...

After a pause, he continued, "As long as you cure A-Gong's poison, I will reward that person with one thousand taels of silver!"

Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men; Dugu Zhang threw out the heavy reward without hesitation.

"One thousand taels of silver?!"

"So much?!"

Physician Zeng and the others heard this, looked at each other, and were all stunned.

In all their decades of life, when had they ever seen so much silver?

It was enough for them to live in luxury for the rest of their lives...

"Look at how you've never seen the world; if you save A-Gong's life, how could Grand General Yang treat you poorly?"

Dugu Zhang glanced at them and snorted lightly.

One thousand taels was just an appetizer; as long as Yang Gong was saved, the Yang family and the Dugu family would treat them as honored guests, and ten thousand taels of silver wouldn't be a problem.

"We will definitely do our best!" Physician Zeng and the others' eyes lit up, and they said in unison.

Immediately, they stepped forward quickly, placing their hands on Yang Gong's pulse from left and right.

Another person opened his eyelids.

Half a quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

"How is it?"

Dugu Zhang remained calm, but Gao Jiong couldn't wait any longer and asked, "Do you recognize this poison?"

"Is there a way to save him?"

These old things were just standing there without saying a word, making his already panicked heart even more anxious...

"Bad!"

The two physicians who were checking the pulses on both sides opened their eyes almost at the same time and blurted out.

"What is bad?"

Gao Jiong heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he pursued, "Speak quickly!"

The three physicians looked at each other, their faces showing nervousness, and finally, Physician Zeng spoke: "Young Master Yang's pulse is weakening; it is a sign of the poison attacking the heart!"

"What?!"

"Then hurry up and treat him!"

"What are you all still standing there for?"

Even the composed Dugu Zhang couldn't sit still anymore, and urged along with Gao Jiong.

The three physicians looked at each other, seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

It wasn't that they didn't want to move, nor was it that they didn't want that reward...

It was that they were truly helpless!

They were just local village doctors who usually treated headaches, fevers, and bruises for the nearby commoners; how would they know how to treat poison?

"Hmm..."

"Go..."

Yang Gong found some strength from somewhere, gripped Dugu Zhang's fingertip tightly, wanting to say something but unable to.

"A-Gong, what is wrong?"

Gao Jiong heard this clearly and asked hurriedly, "Go where?"

"Ah!"

But Yang Gong didn't respond again, and after a whimper, even the hand gripping Dugu Zhang's finger dropped powerlessly...

"A-Gong, wake up!"

"Wake up quickly!"

"Don't scare us!"

Dugu Zhang and Gao Jiong lost their composure, pushed and called out for a long time, but still saw no response, so they turned to the physicians and asked, "What is going on?"

But the only response they got was dead silence...

"Speak!" Gao Jiong could no longer endure it and shouted sharply.

Physician Zeng was startled, his voice trembling, and he stuttered, "Young... Young Master Yang... he..."

"Don't mumble!"

"Otherwise I will split you in two with my blade!"

Gao Jiong picked up a blade from the floor and held it against Physician Zeng's neck, threatening him.

Physician Zeng closed his eyes in fear, and after gathering all his courage, blurted out, "Young Master Yang has passed away!"

"What did you say?!" Gao Jiong roared when he heard this.

"A-Jiong, calm down!" Dugu Zhang snatched the blade from him and said solemnly, "The more it is like this, the less you can lose your composure!"

"The Jingzhao Prefecture officials are here!"

Just then, the guard Lin Mingjing shouted.

"Young Master Dugu, Young Master Gao, what is the situation now?" Liu Bingzhong walked into the pavilion quickly and asked anxiously.

"Prefect Liu, why did you come personally?" Dugu Zhang was stunned and asked in confusion.

"With such a major event happening, how could this Prefect not come?" Liu Bingzhong shook his head helplessly.

One had to know that the one who had an accident was the eldest son of Grand General Yang!

And it involved both an assassination and poisoning...

After a pause, he continued to ask, "How is Young Master Yang? Has he turned the corner?"

Dugu Zhang sighed long and said solemnly, "A-Gong has died of poison!"

"What?!"

Liu Bingzhong was shocked, "Young Master Yang has passed away?!"

"How will this be explained to Grand General Yang and the Old Pillar of State Dugu?!"

At that moment, Liu Bingzhong felt as if he had been struck by lightning...

Just then, two voices rang out from outside the pavilion:

"Grand General Yang has arrived!"

"Mingjing Bureau Mirror Master, Lord Chen Yan has arrived!"