At the front door of the house, when Yang Ruoqing arrived in a hurry, she happened to see Li Da'er calling an old man with gray hair to come over.
Li Dayer was also carrying a heavy-looking medical kit in his hand.
This should be the famous doctor from Licheng, right?
Yang Ruoqing thought to herself, so she quickened her pace and ran towards him.
When they got close, Li Dal quickly made introductions to both parties.
Yang Ruoqing bowed and saluted the old doctor in front of her: "My little lady is very grateful to Dr. Zhao for taking the trouble to come to the clinic. Please come to the room to invite me!"
Doctor Zhao smiled slightly and waved his hand towards Yang Ruoqing: "You're welcome, Miss Yang. The Princess has worked so hard for her to be so rich and beautiful, so it's not worth mentioning that this old man has to travel this long!"
Princess?
Yang Ruoqing was a little confused and looked at Li Daer.
Li Dal was startled for a moment, then explained: "This Doctor Zhao is the famous doctor that Princess Bingqing helped us find. This time, not only Doctor Zhao is here, but Princess Bingqing is also here in person, right over there On the carriage!"
Princess Bingqing?
Luo Bingqing, the daughter of Luo Feixiong, the Lord of the South of Licheng City?
I had just recalled this information in my mind. On the carriage over there, Risong opened the curtain of the carriage and Zhengxu was supporting a young and beautiful woman in brocade clothes to get out of the carriage.
The eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the eyes are like autumn water.
The bridge of the nose is straight and the mouth is cherry red.
The water spirit of a daughter bred in the southern climate, and the nobility bred from a high position, are vividly displayed in her every move and gesture.
When she walked slowly, it was like a pearl rising slowly.
Porcelain white skin, without any blemishes, really gives people a sense of purity and purity.
"Miss Yang, long time no see."
The soft voice reached Yang Ruoqing's ears, and Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses instantly.
"I don't know that Princess Bingqing is coming here, but I am sorry for missing you from afar."
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, with a faint smile on her face.
Bingqing also smiled, and when his eyes passed over Yang Ruoqing's outfit, especially the blue cloth wrapped around her head, a trace of ridicule flashed across Bingqing's eyes.
"Being a wife and a mother are really different," Bingqing said.
"Miss Yang's dress as a village girl is very appropriate and in line with your current status." Bingqing added.
The other people around him, as long as they were not deaf or stupid, could hear Bingqing's sarcasm.
Li Dal'er and Na Risong frowned secretly, Na Risong was especially surprised.
Princess Bingqing had behaved generously and decently along the way. Why did she seem to be a different person when she got out of the car and met Qing'er?
Is there something going on between the two of them?
While Ri Song was thinking about it secretly, Yang Ruoqing spoke quietly.
"Getting married and having children is a necessary process for a woman. After giving birth to a child, she will naturally return to her family and support her husband and raise her children," she said.
Not wanting to get entangled with Bingqing on these trivial matters, she glanced at Doctor Zhao beside her, then turned to Bingqing and said, "I heard that this Doctor Zhao is the doctor that the princess helped my husband find?"
Bingqing's eyes also swept over Dr. Zhao, and he nodded slightly, with a sense of superiority on his face: "Doctor Zhao is a famous doctor in Licheng. After Xinglin, he specializes in treating various difficult and complicated diseases."
"In Licheng, even if dignitaries want to seek medical advice from Dr. Zhao, they have to establish relationships in advance and get through the connections," she said.
"Ordinary people, or those nouveau riche who think they have opened two restaurants and made a little money, want to invite Dr. Zhao, that is simply impossible!" Bingqing talked eloquently.
Open a restaurant and die as a nouveau riche?
Yang Ruoqing secretly smiled bitterly, isn't this just talking about herself?
This Princess Bingqing...
"Doctor Zhao is my father's dedicated doctor, and he has excellent medical skills. I asked him to diagnose General Luo, and he will definitely be able to cure the disease!" Princess Bingqing finally said.
Hearing these words, Yang Ruoqing's eyes ignited with the flame of hope.
The displeasure of being ridiculed and ridiculed by Princess Bingqing can be wiped away just because of these words!
"That's great!" Yang Ruoqing said excitedly and made an invitation gesture.
"Doctor Zhao, please come in and diagnose my husband quickly!"
…
In the room, Luo Fengtang had already woken up. He was quite surprised to see the room full of people, including Princess Bingqing.
Yang Ruoqing stepped forward and told him the whole story in a few words.
Luo Fengtang frowned and looked at Princess Bingqing who was standing a few steps in front of the bed.
"The Princess Jinzhiyuye is so mobilized for the affairs of the general, which makes the general feel uneasy." Luo Fengtang said.
The handkerchief in Bingqing's hand was wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her heartache was written all over her face.
After hearing Luo Fengtang's words, Bingqing put down her handkerchief and sobbed lightly towards Luo Fengtang.
"General Luo, why should we be so divided between you and me?" she said.
"If it hadn't been for General Luo's life-saving grace, Bingqing would have been buried under the sword of the Black Lotus Sect bandits and become a ghost."
"As long as your disease can be cured, the journey is tens of millions of miles not to mention a hundred miles. As long as Bingqing can help, it's my duty to do so!" Bingqing said.
Luo Fengtang showed a trace of emotion on his face.
He nodded towards Bingqing and said no more, nor did he have the energy to say more.
Here, Yang Ruoqing caressed his chest, "How are you doing? Can you diagnose it now?"
"Yeah." Luo Fengtang responded and tried to sit upright.
Then, Dr. Zhao, who had been waiting beside him, came forward, sat down on a stool beside the bed, put his fingers on Luo Fengtang's wrist, and began to diagnose the pulse carefully.
During this process, everyone in the room held their breath, and their eyes fell on the bedside. The room was so quiet that one could hear the faint sound of embroidery needles falling on the floor.
After some detailed research, Dr. Zhao seemed to feel that the information collected was insufficient and wanted to be more detailed.
However, Luo Fengtang's energy could no longer support him, and his eyelids would sink from time to time, and he would fall asleep just before he looked at it.
Yang Ruoqing looked at his appearance and knew that he had been insisting on not falling asleep.
Because the hand he placed on the inside of the bed has been secretly pinching his thigh.
Trying to stimulate the nerves through pain, hold on for a while.
However, it seems to be ineffective.
"Dr. Zhao, how about we stop here for the diagnosis right now, let him sleep for a while, and then we can continue when he wakes up?"
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but make a sound.
If he continued to pinch like this, his thigh would be crushed.
Doctor Zhao looked at Luo Fengtang's mental state, hesitated for a moment, and was about to nod when a figure came from behind.
"It's rare to come here for diagnosis. How could we not diagnose him so quickly? Continue the diagnosis!"
The person who spoke was none other than Princess Bingqing.
"Doctor Zhao, don't you have a medicine in your hand that can make people feel refreshed? Please give it to General Luo quickly!"
I, the princess, came all the way here, and I haven’t even said anything to him yet. How could I let him fall asleep so quickly?
