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Mo Yan sighed secretly, feeling depressed in his heart. The princess was compatible with the Ninth Prince, how could she not be? In private, Mo Yan felt that if Nine Night Demon and Little Fishy were crippled and matched with a brothel, it could be said to be a perfect match. Just how could the Ninth Prince match up to their princess?

"That man only wanted to shoot Miss's horse, not her life." Mo Yan explained.

Princess Jinling's eyes lit up. 'Did she say it like that? How could Ninth Brother be so heartless as to make her die?'

So it turned out that she misunderstood Fifteen's intention to "make you shut up" so that she could die.

Mo Yan turned his head. Princess Golden Bell's eyes were still filled with tears, but her lips were curled up in delight, like a flower with dewdrops on it.

"Mo Yan, you're the best." Princess Golden Bell's tears turned into smiles.

Mo Yan pretended not to hear her. All of the princess' emotions were centered around the Ninth Prince, so even if she praised him, it wouldn't be true.

"You can't speak properly, you just have to put on a face that people don't like." Princess Golden Bell grumbled, but her tone was more of a pout.

All the guards looked at the sky speechlessly.

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it." Princess Golden Bell muttered to herself.

The guards felt that the Ninth Prince was truly an unpardonable evil. It was even more cruel to shut up Princess Golden Bell than to kill her.

From the front came the sound of firecrackers. When Old Zhang heard this, he let out a sigh. It seemed that another person had suffered from a serious illness and didn't manage to cure it, so he sent it directly to the hospital.

"Give way, give way." Old Zhang was famous for being busy with nothing to do. As he spoke to the crowd of onlookers, he pushed his way in. When he looked up, he froze in place.

Six catties borrowed his light and followed him in. Seeing his strange expression, six catties' complexion changed. He strode forward and grabbed a servant wearing a white belt.

"Who's gone?" The six jin heart had a bit of panic. He better not be a fool. Even if all his family members died, it would still be fine. He better not be the one behind all of this.

The servant glanced at the man and felt that he was a little strange. His face was shiny, without a single spot of beard. "This guest is not from the city. No wonder he isn't familiar with the customs of this place. Mister Yao is gone."

The servant raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"What?" They had rushed all the way here because they heard that he could cure a person's bones and flesh. How could he say that he would die just like that? Even if he wanted to die, he had to at least cure his prince!

Six Jin madly rushed into the mourning hall.

Elder Zhang was still in a daze, "When I saw Mr. Yao yesterday, he was still fine. How come he disappeared without a trace?"

Hearing this, the old servant became more and more distressed, "Mister Yao is in the clinic right now, but he suddenly fainted. When we saw him, we immediately calmed him down and invited Doctor Hu to diagnose him. Doctor Hu sighed, saying that there is no treatment, so he asked us to prepare for the future …"

"That is to say, Mister Yao isn't dead yet?" A crisp voice came from the side.

The old servant looked up and saw a young girl wearing a yellow robe walking towards him with the support of the crowd.

For the past few years, many patients had come to see her, so it wasn't strange for this old servant to see her. This old servant was just amazed at how pure and pure this woman's aura was, and logically speaking, this kind of woman should stay in her room and not show herself.

"Guests, if you're going to treat someone, please invite someone else." The old servant said sorrowfully. Although he had not taken his last breath, he could only exhale and not breathe.

"Uncle, this uncle of mine is proficient in the art of the Yellow Emperor. If Mister Yao still doesn't have …"

Doctor Hu, who happened to be carrying the medicine box, looked at Imperial Physician Lu and snorted, "It's an illness that even Mr. Yao can't cure. Are you foreigners stronger than Mr. Yao?"

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu frowned, "Sir, have you never heard of medical indiscipline?"

Doctor Hu coldly harrumphed and declined to comment.

"Elder …" Little Fishy stared at the old servant, unwilling to give up.

The old servant hesitated for a moment. In any case, there was nothing to lose, so he decided to just leave it to fate. The old servant gritted his teeth and braved the danger of offending Doctor Hu.

When Doctor Hu saw this, his face filled with anger. He stood and turned his head to follow after the two as he did not believe that anyone could cure the doctor's illness.

As they entered, they saw that the door had been removed, and an old man in his sixties was lying on it. His face was sallow, filled with anger, but there was no air to be taken in, and all around him were his family members, crying miserably. The most miserable one was six pounds, lying on the door, unable to be pulled by anyone.

"Six pounds, please let me pass." Xiaoyu glanced at the old man on the door and unceremoniously pushed six pounds to the side. Six pounds stopped crying; how could he forget that they also had experts? The sound of six pounds lowered as they moved to the side.

"Uncle Lu, what do you think?" Although she had received her grandfather's true inheritance, it was only to treat minor ailments. She rarely used her hands to treat those that were on the verge of death, after all, she was young and the patients did not trust her, and they would rather go to the hospital to slaughter their way out of their family.

"Phlegm." Doctor Lu was experienced enough to see through the old man's illness at a glance.

The phlegm that gushes the disease is good to cure, as long as the phlegm that jams in his windpipe to suck out, but after all, this is not the modern society, there are many advanced machines can use, the necessary manpower to do so.

Little Fishy glanced at Mister Yao's family and told them of the method to save him. However, all she saw was the hesitation on his family's faces.

Doctor Lu sighed. The method that the ninth prince's wife suggested might not be a bad one, but they all believed that there was a mass of Yin Qi in those who were about to die. Those who tried to absorb it would die within three months without a doubt, and no one wanted to trade their lives for the lives of an old man who was about to die.

A young man wearing a filial hat came over and kowtowed to Imperial Physician Lu, "Godly Doctor, please save my godfather."

Xiaoyu said angrily, "Why didn't you save him?"

The filial son cried until he passed out.

When Fishy saw this, she could not help but take out a silver needle to give this hypocritical "filial son" a shot.

Imperial Physician Lu stopped her and rolled up his sleeves. Xiaoyu was stunned, "Imperial Physician Lu, what are you going to do?"

Imperial Physician Lu took a deep breath, "The heart of a doctor's parents."

Along the way, he felt very touched. Previously, he had always resented the fact that the gods were unfair to their imperial doctors. Only in the private sector did he realize that true doctors never cared about fame and fortune.

When Xiaoyu heard this, she was filled with respect. After Imperial Physician Lu left the palace, he had changed a lot. Xiaoyu had been angry before, but now, she felt that she was too extreme.