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The hall was silent.
Yan Ning knelt on the ground, clutching his knees tightly, his face ashen and full of deep self-reproach.
Since childhood, he had demonstrated a powerful talent for medicine and had studied under the first physician of the Tianqing Kingdom, believing that no one among the younger generation could surpass him in medical skills.
With his medical expertise, if he had examined carefully, he could have definitely detected the poison from the Moro Herb, but he was overconfident and hadn't done any investigation at all. He merely glanced at Zhang Baisheng's wound and concluded there was no poisoning.
If Xiao Yi hadn't showed up in time to stop his foolish actions—
After tonight,
Zhang Baisheng would have died in his sleep.
Now, with the Tianlan Kingdom's army on the verge of laying siege, it's clear how huge an impact Zhang Baisheng's demise, as the commander, would have on the battle.
