1794 Taken Ill 1 (1/2)

In the Shadow Moon Palace Lord's sleeping chambers, a heart tearing coughing reverberated within the vast chambers as the slight scent of blood tinged the air.

”My Lord!” Elder Yue came rushing inside, led by a disciple, his heart turning cold a notch when he saw the scene within the palatial chambers.

The Shadow Moon Palace Lord was lying upon the bed and coughing very hard, the water within the bronze basin placed by the bed already stained the colour of blood, and more blood stains dotted the floor as well, a highly shocking sight to look upon.

The Shadow Moon Palace's physicians were all watching over the Palace Lord at the side, their faces nervous and anxious. Besides the sound of that vehement hacking cough, no other sound could be heard in the palatial chambers.

”My Lord, what happened to you?” Elder Yue went forward anxiously.

The Shadow Moon Palace Lord had just wanted to open his mouth to say something when that life sucking cough struck once again to interrupt the words he had not yet spoken.

Elder Yue's brows furrowed together as he raised his eyes to stare at the bunch of physicians standing at the side.

”You bunch of good for nothings! Having treated it for so long, why is the Lord's condition not showing any improvement?”

With that roar from Elder Yue, all the physicians within the chambers immediately fell to their knees in a neat row, their bodies shaking in fear and their faces pale.

”El….. Elder Yue, we have tried our best. But my Lord's illness strikes highly unpredictably and relapses often. We really….. do not know of a better way.” An elderly physician began to say in a stutter.

To treat this illness for the Shadow Moon Palace Lord, in the eyes of the bunch of physicians, definitely posed to be a great deal of psychological pressure on them, as the slightest bit of carelessness might very well cost them their very lives.