Outside Zhang's house, soldiers from the royal palace arrived and stood in front of the door. They happened to see Doctor Zhang in the courtyard about to return to his room, so they called out: "Doctor Zhang."
"Stop screaming. The disease can't be cured. Don't bother me anymore."
"Doctor Zhang, the prince asked me to ask you."
Upon hearing that it was the prince, Doctor Zhang immediately changed his expression, turned around quickly, and trotted to the door: "May I ask what the prince has ordered?"
"The prince asked me to ask Dr. Zhang if he has found the drug called Qinghao? This drug is urgently needed now."
Doctor Zhang was stunned: "Medicine? What kind of medicine?"
"Dr. Lin drew it on paper and dragged you to Daqingshan to find the medicine."
"Oh...that's it." Doctor Zhang suddenly understood, but was a little embarrassed, "I sent people out to search, but for a while there was no result."
"You just haven't found it yet?"
"yes."
The soldiers in the palace looked embarrassed: "What should we do? Not only the brothers in the palace are waiting for treatment, but now the people in Hangzhou are also waiting for help."
Doctor Zhang got a little angry when he heard this: "What kind of medicine is so powerful? This is a plague. Since ancient times, all diseases that can be called plagues are incurable diseases. Even if we find that kind of medicine, I think it is impossible to recover." "
"This is Hangzhou's only hope, and Doctor Lin... he is a disciple of Divine Doctor Xue, so he must have a way."
"Bullshit disciple! He's just a servant. He can cure a disease that no doctor in the world can cure? Then what do we, the doctors, need to do?"
The more Doctor Zhang talked, the more annoyed he became. Prince Jing did not believe in himself, but trusted a servant.
She would rather let her servants treat the princess than treat her herself, where would she put her face?
He wanted to say something else, but the government soldiers left in a hurry and said goodbye to Dr. Zhang.
…
At this moment, Xiaolian returned to Xiao Mansion and brought back Lin Da's instructions.
"Sir, Mr. Lin already knows the situation at home. He said that he will stay in the palace to wait for medicine to treat the disease, so Madam and the family must hold on."
Mr. Xiao stood up in surprise on crutches: "What? Lin Da said there is medicine to cure the disease?"
"Yes!" Xiaolian nodded firmly, "I heard that Lin Da has cured the princess and wants to treat everyone in the palace."
"Great, great!"
The servants cheered when they heard the news.
"It has to be Brother Lin. There is no disease in the world that Brother Lin can't cure."
"When will Mr. Lin cure the disease? Why didn't I hear about it?"
"That's because you are not informed."
The atmosphere in the Xiao family suddenly calmed down.
Only Mr. Xiao was still frowning. He had stayed in Prince Cheng's Mansion and occasionally met some imperial doctors.
I heard that plagues are incurable diseases and have not been cured since ancient times.
Those who survive are the lucky ones chosen by God, and malaria is one of the most common, common and difficult diseases.
Can servant Lin Da cure malaria?
Mr. Xiao is skeptical.
But looking at the mood of the people at home, he didn't say much.
Even if such a piece of news can soften the atmosphere at home, it is still a good thing.
Mr. Xiao returned to the main hall. He had moved the recliner to the entrance of the hall and sat on the recliner without lying down. He sat upright and coughed occasionally. The burning gaze in his eyes was firm and powerful. The master was already prepared, and he also knew his body. An old man like him suffering from tuberculosis would have no chance of surviving if he contracted malaria. But he couldn't just fall down like this. As the master of the Xiao family, he had enjoyed the service of his family for more than ten years, and he had to guard him until the last moment when the Xiao family's survival was at stake.
"Xiao Lian, tell the eldest lady the news so that she can rest in peace and recover. You must persist."
"Yes, sir."
Xiaolian responded seriously and then ran quickly to the backyard.
When he arrived outside the eldest lady's courtyard, he stood at the door and shouted: "Madam, Madam, this slave has contacted Mrs. Lin."
"Da Lin...cough cough cough...how is Da Lin?"
"Lin Da told Madam to hold on, and we will be able to find the cure in two days."
"Lin Da...can it be cured?"
"Of course Lin Da can be cured!" Xiaolian replied firmly, "Madam, you don't even think about it, what is it that stumps Lin Da?"
"Yes. With Lin Da here, there will definitely be no problem."
…
"Ah owe!"
Lin Wanjie sneezed, and the only soldier in the hospital became nervous and asked, "Doctor Lin, are you infected?"
Lin Wanjie rubbed his nose and shook his head.
"Doctor Lin, you must not get sick. You are the hope of our palace. If you fall, so many brothers in the palace will not be saved."
Lin Wanjie looked at the sky. For some reason, he seemed to know that the eldest lady was thinking of him.
It's dusk now.
The sunset is beautiful today, the whole of Hangzhou is sick, and everything inside and outside the palace is eerily quiet.
Therefore, even the sunset has a kind of morbid tenderness, covering Lin Wanjie's face, making the lines on the dark and rough man's face become much softer.
The flowers and plants in the princess's courtyard were dyed with a layer of golden sand, trailing long shadows, and the branches and leaves were drooping, looking sickly.
Lin Wanjie was fascinated by the sunset. Unexpectedly, the princess had arrived at Lin Wanjie's side and stood silently beside him, guarding him.
"princess……"
"Everyone is afraid of me and dare not approach me. Why are you still here, Dr. Lin?"
"They are afraid because they don't know the truth. I stayed because I wanted to find a little hope from the princess."
The princess touched her forehead and said seriously: "My forehead is not hot anymore. Except for the burning in my throat, there doesn't seem to be much problem."
Lin Wanjie stood up, subconsciously wanting to test the princess's temperature, and stopped when she reached halfway.
Realizing that something was wrong, his palm stopped in mid-air and froze.
At the moment when Lin Wanjie hesitated, the princess took a step forward and pressed her forehead against Lin Wanjie's palm.
"Dr. Lin, is this considered a recovery?"
Lin Wanjie lowered his head to look, and met Nangong Ying's delicate and weak eyes when she was sick. The eyes of the so-called demon concubine had an indescribable charm.
Even the emperor couldn't resist, so Lin Wanjie had no reason not to respond.
Lin Wanjie's heartbeat stopped for a moment. What's scary about some women is that they don't know how much impact their inadvertent glances or movements will have on a man's heart.
At this time, Nangong Ying restrained her usual charm and became even more seductive.
Under the red light of the sunset, Nangong Ying's eyes were also dyed with a layer of red clouds, which were bright and translucent, more like the eyes of a fox.
Lin Wanjie was lost in thought.
The expression at this moment was captured by Nangong Ying, she smiled uncontrollably, then exposed her teeth, bit down lightly, and her moist lips still shone with fluorescence without the need for lip gloss.
