The guard was shocked into silence.

"All of you, go away!" Another teacup came flying.

It was followed by a barrage of curses.

"You're always finding random quacks to treat me, and they make me eat all sorts of weird medicines! All of you, scram!"

...

Qi Qingyao stood at the door, chatting with one of the guards outside.

"Your Heir seems to have quite a temper." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"Please forgive him, madam physician." The guard seemed very awkward. "Allow us to persuade him."

The guard inside was still trying his best.

"Lord Heir, we found this young female physician while we were doing our daily prayers at the koi temple. She isn't very famous, but she looks very sharp. Could you…"

"What about the koi temple?! They're all fraudsters, out of my sight!" the man in the bed roared with what little strength he had left.

"Prayers? To hell with your prayers! You've been praying for half a year, but has anything worked? Cough cough! Cough cough cough cough!"

After yelling all that, his body could not take it any longer. His intense coughing cut the oxygen from his lungs, and Heir Pei collapsed onto his bed.

His guard approached him anxiously. "Lord Heir, please calm down. Here, have some medicine."

"No, I won't drink anything! All of you, get out of my room! Stay out of my hair." With that, he smashed yet another bowl of medicine.

"But sir, you…"

"I told you to go away! Didn't you hear me? Cough cough, cough cough cough cough cough!"

Outside the door, Qi Qingyao listened to that coughing and thought to herself, 'Geez, are you gonna kick the bucket before I even get to diagnose you? If you do, I won't get a single coin of this.

'Hang in there!

'Survive!

'Lord Heir.

'I'll stand here and pray for you to live until I can treat you.

'You'll be my ticket to fortune.

'You can't collapse so easily now!'

As though someone heard her prayers…

The guard emerged from the room, looking awkward. "Sorry, our Lord Heir won't take physicians right now. You'll have to…"

Qi Qingyao ignored his long-winded excuses and calmly walked inside. After she glanced at the shattered cups on the floor, she walked toward the bed single-mindedly.

The guards were stunned and terrified by her actions.

How could the young lady physician be so fearless? Their Lord Heir used to have a reasonable temper, but after being ill for several years, his temper took a turn for the worse. The guards did not even dare to approach his bed!

After Qi Qingyao entered the room, she said mildly, "You're already on your deathbed, but you can still yell so loudly. Not bad, you."

When she walked closer to him, she saw that the man in the bed was shockingly pale, whiter than a sheet. He looked like the god of death had already left a mark on him, and the deity could send his Ghosts of Impermanence to fetch the patient's soul whenever he wanted to.

The Heir's hair was pitch black, as were his eyes. They were a pair of cold onyx, bright and intimidating. He wore a snow-white inner garment and lay under a pure-white brocade blanket embroidered with a koi in gold thread.

He simply lay there, but when he looked at her, he felt like a deity from the Celestial Court descending upon the human realm.

There was no trace of blood in his lips.

His gaze was borderline vicious.

"Who are you? Get out!" Heir Pei barked at her.

Qi Qingyao crossed her arms nonchalantly and drawled, "I'm King Yanluo here to harvest your soul."

"Cough cough, cough cough cough! King, cough, Yanluo? Someone like… cough cough!" Her bold claim made Heir Pei choke on his own saliva, and he could barely get a word out.

The guards outside were unbelievably anxious and antsy right now. They did not dare to go in, but they did not dare to leave either. All they could do was pace on the spot, hoping against hope that the young lady physician could pull off a miracle!