At this time, Bijingxuan was also in chaos.

As soon as Hexi entered the palace where the above statue lived, he saw the middle-aged man with an ugly face who was pressed on the bed again.

Although he didn't run away like he did when he came last time, the situation was not much better than before.

The eyes of the middle-aged man have lost focus, as if covered in white mist, and his movements and behaviors are becoming more and more out of control, as if they will explode at any time.

One of the subordinates held the Xianxiansuo in their hands, but they hesitated whether to tie him up or not.

As soon as He Xi came in, someone screamed: "Boy, you're finally here, didn't you say that Your Majesty's illness won't break out these few days?"

The middle-aged man who was being pressed let out a roar, and his whole body almost jumped up.

Uncle Qiu's anxious voice changed sharply: "Xi Yue, what are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you treat your lord quickly? If something happens to your lord, you don't even want to get out alive!"

Before Hexi had time to say anything, Nangong Yu beside him had already dimmed his eyes, and a strong killing intent flashed across his eyes.

Hexi grabbed him and motioned him to calm down, took out the silver needle in his hand, and shot at the middle-aged man whose behavior was getting more and more abnormal.

Sure enough, the silver needle entered the body, and the middle-aged man's mood immediately calmed down, and his out-of-focus eyes gradually became clear, and then he fell into a lethargic sleep from exhaustion.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and one of the tall and thin men looked at Hexi with an unfriendly expression: "What's going on here? You'd better explain it to me clearly?"

Hexi ignored him, walked quickly to the middle-aged man, and reached out to catch his pulse.

Seeing Hexi's attitude, the tall and thin man felt annoyed, so he stretched out his hand to teach him a lesson.

But just as he stretched out his hand, it suddenly stopped in mid-air, with a look of surprise on his face.

The hand he raised seemed to be firmly nailed in mid-air by some force, unable to move at all.

The thin and tall man looked at Nangong Yu who was beside Hexi suspiciously, but he only felt that it was very ordinary. At first glance, there was nothing special about it.

Was he the one who did it to himself?It shouldn't be possible, right?It's just a low-level warrior in the lower realm...

Just as he was thinking, another person came over and pressed his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Yan Xiao, calm down, the only one who can save His Majesty is this little guy."

The tall and thin man named Yan Xiao thought that the person in front of him was the one who stopped him, and he said angrily, "Wei Jianxing, I think you are just out of your wits. How could such a young boy save His Majesty's life? Didn't he Say, Your Majesty will not get sick within ten days, and the situation will only get better? Now? How can you believe the words of such a lowly person?"

He Xi, who had just taken the pulse for the middle-aged man, turned around after hearing the words, with a deep sneer on his face: "It's just right, I also want to ask, why I just diagnosed the condition of the lord as stable two days ago, but now I'm still sick. Sudden deterioration?"

"Stinky boy, isn't it because you made a wrong diagnosis..."

He Xi didn't seem to have heard Yan Xiao's clamor at all, but said coldly: "Who can tell me, who has given Your Majesty the medicine to regulate the brain and suppress the pain in the past two days? Don't you forget what I said? However, during the preparation for the operation, can Your Majesty only take the medicine prescribed by me? Or is it that some of you just want to kill Your Majesty?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a deathly silence in the whole room.