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Zhan Xiaolou paused and didn't turn back. "Let's go. It's useless. Even if we force them to go, they won't do their job properly. I don't need them either."

"Then where should we find people to help us?" Nan'er said, "How about you teach me and I'll help you."

Zhan Xiaolou smiled.

"The capital is so big, there are many doctors." She said, "This is a good thing. Such a good opportunity will lead to success and fame, bring glory to our ancestors, and there will be many people who want it. It's fine if these conceited imperial physicians don't want it."

After getting onto the carriage outside of the Supreme Spirit Temple, he gave an order to return to the capital.

When they arrived at the capital, Zhan Luoluo was searching the streets.

After walking for a while, she stopped and looked in a certain direction. Nan followed her gaze and saw a signboard hanging in a shop on the street.

Hundred Herb Hall.

When he entered through the door, he saw an old female doctor sitting behind the desk, seriously flipping through the medical books.

Someone came to report in the small building's infirmary.

When Qu Li heard this, he was slightly surprised. He looked at Jing Jue, Feng Yu Xuan, and the white fan sitting at the opposite side of the table.

"These imperial physicians are too arrogant. They actually refused to listen to Lou Cheng's words. Lou Lan is currently looking for a doctor in the capital?" Qu Li's tone was somewhat indignant.

"Would the doctors be willing to help?" Jing Jue was worried, and his good-looking eyebrows creased slightly.

Qirin's expression was heavy as he did not speak.

"This matter is truly difficult to handle." Jing Jue shook his head as he spoke.

"These imperial physicians are too black-hearted. For the sake of their own benefits, I'll return to the palace and tell the Queen Mother!" Feng Yushu said as he called for someone to prepare a palanquin.

"Absolutely not." "Don't cause trouble for Lou Zigui at this critical juncture. Lou Zigui naturally knows what to do. She probably doesn't hold any ambiguous hopes for those imperial physicians. Otherwise, if she has an imperial decree in her hands, would they dare to disobey?"

Feng Yushu listened attentively, then returned and sat down. His face was gloomy and gloomy.

"Then what should we do?"

Hua Rui, who had walked to the door, heard the words of the person inside. She then turned around and ran to the door …

"Qu Li, you know how little Lou is …" "How confident are you?" Jing Jue looked at Qu Li.

She recalled how Lou Qingyun came to the clinic to clean up. The lights in her room were on all night, and when he peeked around, she too was sitting at the table in a daze with a frown on her face …

"Lou Lan, she will definitely be able to do it. It should be an easy task for her."

Jing Jue said, "The pimple has been incurable since ancient times. I know that little Lou's medical skills are impressive, but she's only 15 or 16 years old. She's not an immortal, so how could it be easy for her to do something like this by herself. "

"Doctor Zhan, please enjoy some tea." Old Doctor Feng personally poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Zhan Xiaolou.

Zhan Xiaolou hurriedly stood up and took it.

"Doctor Zhan, you mean you want me to go with you to Tai Ling to treat pimples?" Old Doctor Feng continued with his previous topic.

Zhan Xiaolou nodded. "That's right."

"Because there are too many patients, and this illness is very dangerous, we can't delay it. I can't do it alone." "That's why I wanted to ask for your help."

Old Doctor Feng hesitated for a moment.

"Doctor Zhan," he said, looking somewhat ashamed, "My ancestor passed down the art of orthopedics. He has very little contact with pimples, so I'm afraid he won't be able to do anything about it."

He, she said, getting up to salute.

"I'm really ashamed. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you, Doctor Zhan."

Zhan Xiaolou smiled and stood up to return the greeting.