Chapter 19 (2/2)

In the stone chamber, a warden was speaking to a old man in a respectable attitude. That old man had a head full of white hair and his snow white beard was so long that it almost reached the bottom of his belly, showing that he is of an old age but he has a ruddy face and his straight back indicated that his body was still very tough.

Seeing her coming out, the old man nodded his head gently and kindly said, “May Miss please sit.”

Qing Feng already could not stand any longer and before the old man finish speaking, she has already sat down on the chair. When she was resting for a while, the old man only looked at her quietly, not saying a word.

After she gradually caught some of her breathe, Qing Feng raise her hand, look at him alertly and asked, “Who are you?”

The old man chuckled, stroked his long bear, totally ignoring Qing Feng suspicions and rude indifference, and good-naturedly replied, “This decrepitude, Huang Jiao, is a physician.”

Physician? There was doubts in her heart. Qing Feng does not believe it. There is absolutely no possibility for Yan Hong Tian to send the physician here. In this Palace, there is a lot of people that wants her to die, so who was the one that sent him here, and whatever for? Qing Feng bright eyes slightly narrowed and in a cold voice asked, “Who let you come here?”

The old man shook his head grudgingly and sat down across from her. He took out an exquisite dark red small pillow from the wooden box beside him and place it on the table. Without answering Qing Feng’s question, the old man said in a lukewarm tone, “May Miss please place her hand on the cushion.”

He… Really came here to diagnose and treat her? She look at the old man once again. His eyes was indifferent, the way he carried himself and his attitude made the people around him feel calm and even though Qing Feng still have some concerns, she still slowly stretched out her hands. Her chest still hurts a lot, to the point that she was unable to control. If there was no physicians to treat her, she… May really die.

The old man gently took Qing Feng’s wrist. Qing Feng could obviously feel that his hands stiffen and she looked up to see that his face has became significantly solemn. Qing Feng understood in her mind that her injury is indeed very serious.

The old man took almost an incense stick time (1 incense stick time = 30 mins) to feel her pulse and the two wardens looked at one another. Qing Feng felt her heart settling down and just as she wanted to pull her hand back, the old man finally moved and slowly stood up. He put the small pillow back into his wooden box and carried it, preparing to to leave the place.

“Miss should rest a lot.”

“Hey?!” Qing Feng thought that he would say something to her but who knows that the old man only said one sentence and left the Imperial Prisons in a hurry that he did not even gave her another glance.