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He only glanced at Zhan Xiaolou indifferently and did not greet him.

"Please follow me, Doctor Zhan."

Zhan Xiaolou smiled inwardly. Why were the attendants here looking down on everyone else!

As soon as he entered, his nose and mouth were filled with the smell of medicine, and the door of the concierge's room was opened.

A man who looked like an imperial physician walked out. When he saw Zhan Xiaolou, he quickly walked up to him. "Doctor Zhan, you've come?"

Instead of going into the back room, she stood in the doorway and said, "Would you like me to give it to you …"

Before she could finish her sentence, Zhan Xiaolou had already walked past her and entered the building.

The imperial physician stood on the spot and scoffed at Zhan Xiaolou's back.

He was just a common doctor with a small reputation, yet he considered himself to be a genius doctor!

She was a person from the hospital today. She had seen the illness of the protons before. It was smallpox. It was a fatal disease. There was no doubt about it.

She was the one who'd taken the initiative to ask the empress for Zhan Xiaolou's help. The more Zhan Xiaolou's reputation grew, the more face their Imperial Physician would lose.

This time, she wanted everyone to know that she wasn't fighting against a genius doctor, but she also had a disease that she couldn't cure.

At that time, they would have to see how she was going to explain this to the empress!

After walking for a short distance, they arrived at the entrance of the house.

A'Heng walked forward, bowed slightly, and knocked on the door three times. "Young master, Doctor Zhan is here."

It was quiet inside, with no one answering. Zhan Xiaolou almost thought that there was no one inside. Ah Heng was still standing respectfully at the door.

After a while, a lazy male voice came out of the house.

"Please."

A'Heng slowly pushed open the door and turned to look at Zhan Xiaolou.

"Doctor Zhan, my family's young master invites you."

Zhan Xiaolou became more and more curious as to what kind of person the protons of Canghai were. They all said that the protons were sent to other countries to represent their own countries in order to express their sincerity, but in reality, they had left their homeland and had not been allowed to return for many years.

Zhan Xiaolou walked in with the medicine chest on his back.

The room was very simple and unadorned. There was a bed, a table, a chair, a stove, a zither and only a few books.

Zhan Xiaolou roughly looked around before looking at the bed.

The curtains on the bed fell down, and the people inside could only vaguely see the outline, and couldn't see what it looked like.

Only a hand and a white arm reached out from under the curtain.

The joints of that hand were clear, the fingers were long and slender, and there were some calluses on the skin of the fingers. It should be because they often played the zither.

Zhan Xiaolou didn't say anything. He walked over and sat on the low stool that had been prepared for him. He gently placed his hand on the wrist of the person on the bed.

A moment later.

"Could Young Master please open the curtains, I still need to look elsewhere to confirm the illness." Zhan Xiaolou said at a moderate pace.

If she wasn't wrong, it should be the pimples.

This disease was considered incurable in ancient times, but in her eyes, it wasn't incurable.

Suddenly, a light laugh came out from the curtain. Zhan Xiaolou's entire body began to tremble. Just what kind of familiar feeling was this?

"Alright, then I'll have to trouble you to help me pull the curtains. I really don't have the strength …" Cheng Xi whispered.

A bad memory suddenly surged up from the depths of Zhan Xiaolou's memories. Her eyes became moist and her vision began to blur.

The next second, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and opened them again, forcing herself to calm down.

He lifted his hand to pull the curtain.

He pulled up the drapes on both sides of the bed and hung them on hooks before turning around to look at the people on the bed.