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Ji Sufeng came here in a hurry, only with the medicine he knew, except for Han Ziling's blood, there was nothing else that could save Huang Yifan at this time.

Huang Yifan's attack this time was much more violent than the previous few times.

Ji Sufeng immediately sealed Huang Yifan's main acupoints with silver needles, and ordered the palace staff to invite Han Ziling.

Before Han Ziling and Feng Yang got home, they were called back again.

Originally, Han Ziling thought it was Huang Yifan who called him back, and he was still a little hesitant in his heart, but when the palace man said that Huang Yifan had an illness, and after Ji Sufeng told him to go back, he couldn't care less, and immediately took the wind Jan hurried back.

When Han Ziling saw Huang Yifan who was in pain, he was heartbroken and sad, and at the same time, he also felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

Every time he faced Huang Yifan's illness, he had a feeling that his destiny cannot be violated.

After feeding Huang Yifan the blood, he stretched out his hand to hold Huang Yifan in his arms as he did when he saw Huang Yifan's illness for the first time and softly comforted him.

The drowsy Huang Yifan felt the familiar breath and voice, and gradually calmed down, until he completely fell asleep, Han Ziling, Ji Sufeng, and Feng Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

At that time, it was already midnight.

Han Ziling gently covered Huang Yifan with a quilt, his face was pale and haggard, and asked Ji Sufeng: "Master Ji, Yifan's illness is fierce this time, it seems to be worse than when I first saw him...you Look, is he getting more serious???"

Ji Sufeng also frowned, his face full of worry and frustration:

"That's right... Back then I studied medicine for the emperor, but I didn't expect that in the end, I was still powerless..."

Han Ziling stayed there, looking at Huang Yifan with mournful eyes, muttering to himself: "Could it be that there is no hope...Could it be that we can only watch him helplessly..."

Ji Sufeng turned his face sideways, he had to admit that it was not him, but Han Ziling who was most sad at this moment.

This also meant that he couldn't get in between them.

"No...you can't do this, you can't watch him have an accident like this."

As Han Ziling said, his gaze at Huang Yifan gradually turned cold.

His expression also gradually changed from dazed and powerless to firm, and he clenched his hands tightly, saying like an oath: "I will save you, I will definitely save you... Yifan, wait for me."

After finishing speaking, he turned around resolutely and said to Ji Sufeng:

"Master Ji, take good care of Yifan, I'll come as soon as I go."

After finishing speaking, he walked to Feng Yang's side again:

"Little brother, will you help me this time?"

Feng Yang had some doubts on his face, but his eyes were clear, and he nodded firmly: "Of course."

Hearing this, Han Ziling had an erratic smile on his pale face:

"Okay, then, let's fight it out."

Then he straightened his clothes, walked out first, and said as he walked:

"Little brother, come with me."

Even though he didn't know what Han Ziling wanted to do, Feng Yang followed Han Ziling without hesitation.

After they left the palace, they ran directly to the Prince Regent's Palace.

Along the way, Han Ziling's words were calm and ruthless:

"Feng Yang, when we arrive at the Prince Regent's Mansion, try to avoid all the hidden guards and sneak into Huang Feiyan's room."

"Although Huang Feiyan's martial arts are not low, but my internal strength is profound, and Feng Yang's martial arts are much higher than his. There is no problem in subduing him."

"At that time, we will threaten him with his life to force him to hand over the antidote."

"Senior Brother???"

Feng Yang was astonished that Han Ziling would do such a crazy thing.

Han Ziling...is he really in a hurry? ? ?

"What if Huang Feiyan refuses to take medicine???

When Feng Yang asked this sentence, his heart was filled with strange unease.

"Kill him and let him be buried with Yifan, anyway..."

Han Ziling turned back to look at Feng Yang, with coldness and madness in his deep eyes: "Anyway, Yifan's life is not long, and mine is not long... The big deal is that we will die together, let him be buried with us!"

Feng Yang's breath was suddenly suffocated, and his heart was slowly churning with melancholy and envy.

With such deep affection, in this life, who else can match Huang Yifan's position in Han Ziling's heart?