A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

Prince An was waiting for the kings and nobles inside the house when he heard a servant outside mentioning Doctor Qin, so he went out to see what was going on.

He immediately noticed the blood box on the guard's chest and was startled, sensing something was wrong.

Wang Changlin also sensed something was wrong and hurriedly asked, "What happened? What's wrong with Doctor Qin?"

The guard frantically tore open the blood-stained cloth covering the box, and in the chaos, the box fell to the ground once again.

The lid was blasted open, and two bloody hands pierced the eyes of everyone present like needles.

The guard lay prostrate on the ground, sobbing, "My lord, Doctor Qin... he was executed by General Zhao!"

A thunderclap seemed to explode in Wang Changlin's mind; he knew that Qin Xuan's actions had been exposed.

He just didn't expect that Zhao Yucheng would actually come after him; it seems he really underestimated him!

Prince An was initially surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that something unusual had happened in the army.

Although Prince An and Zhao Yucheng did not have much interaction, his son An Chang and Zhao Jinzhong had been brothers since childhood.

However, Prince An had heard of Zhao Yucheng's character, and given his ruthless actions this time, it was likely that the princes would also act with equal ruthlessness.

He had no interest in the conflict between the two sides and took the opportunity to make an excuse to leave.

Prince An: "What a pity, such a renowned physician has passed away like this..."

He clasped his hands in a fist salute, turned around, and bowed to the king and nobles, saying:

"I cannot interfere in matters concerning the royal household. My mother is still waiting at home, so I must take my leave now!"

Wang Changlin gritted his teeth and forced out a smile.

"I'm so sorry, Prince An, please return first. The old lady is blessed with good fortune and will surely recover soon!"

After Prince An left, Wang Changlin's heart sank.

"Where is Master Yu Guan?" Wang Changlin's voice was weak; he assumed the master was probably in grave danger as well.

The guard kneeling on the ground looked bewildered. He looked up at the Marquis, then down at the two hands on the ground.

I guess the prince didn't realize that these were two different people's hands?

"My lord," the guard said, trembling, "these are the hands of Doctor Qin and Taoist Priest Yu Guan..."

Wang Changlin was startled and unconsciously took two steps back.

He had been very confident in the Gu poison of the Jade Temple Taoist, but now both Qin Xuan and the Taoist had been defeated by Zhao Yucheng.

Zhao Yucheng, you're ruthless! Although Wang Changlin was unwilling, he had no choice but to back down for now.

He instructed the guards: "Treat Doctor Qin and the family of Taoist Master Yu Guan well!"

After leaving the Prince's residence, Prince An wandered the streets for a while.

Qin Xuan was the lifeline he had been searching for, but now this man had died tragically. Was this fate?

Could it be that I, a prince, am unable to find a good doctor in the whole world to treat my mother's illness?

Prince An was feeling depressed. He suddenly thought of the Imperial Advisor. If all else failed, he would go to the Imperial Advisor.

I've heard that the Imperial Preceptor possesses profound Taoist skills and has concocted an elixir of immortality for the current emperor.

Perhaps we could find the Imperial Preceptor to use Taoist magic to heal the old lady.

With this in mind, Prince An planned to soon go to the palace to ask the emperor to invite the imperial advisor to treat the old lady's illness.

After dealing with the trouble caused by Qin Xuan and his companion, the air in the military camp felt much fresher.

In the afternoon, Zhao Jinzhong went straight to Zhou Ruo's tent.

Zhou Ru slept for another day and night.

Having experienced this at the general's mansion before, Zhao Jinzhong was surprised to see Zhou Ruo sleeping soundly for so long again.

He observed a pattern: Zhou Ruo would sleep for a long time after each major rescue.

Granny Wang stayed inside the tent, and the food on the table had been reheated three times already.

Zhou Ruo lay sprawled on the bed, fast asleep. Granny Wang shook her head at Zhao Jinzhong, meaning "She's not awake yet."

Zhao Jinzhong smiled, turned around and walked out of the tent.

Four baskets of fruits and melons sent by the soldiers were piled up outside the tent.

Ever since the soldiers learned that Zhou Ruo liked to eat fruit, they have been sending him at least two baskets of fruit every day.

Zhao Jinzhong rummaged through the basket for a while but didn't see any oranges.

So he casually picked up a yellow fruit that looked like an orange and walked back to Zhou Ruo's tent.

"Ruoruo has been sleeping for too long, I'll wake her up."

Zhao Jinzhong walked to Zhou Ruo's bedside, and Wang Mama followed him.

He took out the yellow orange and tried to peel off a bit of the peel, but it wasn't as easy to peel as a tangerine.

After fiddling with it for a while, I only managed to break off a small piece of the peel, but the fruit's aroma was strong enough, even a bit pungent.

"Young General, this is a lemon," Granny Wang reminded Zhao Jinzhong, afraid that he would give the lemon to Zhou Ruo.

"Huh? This is a lemon? The kind of fruit that's really sour?" Zhao Jinzhong asked, somewhat embarrassed.

Granny Wang: "Yes, soak it in water and drink it to refresh yourself. Eating it directly is too sour."

As the two were talking, Zhou Ruo sniffed and leaned forward.

Her two little eyes were still closed; she was simply drawn to the scene by a strong fruity aroma in her sleep.

Zhou Ruo opened her eyes a crack and used her two small hands to pull the lemon from Zhao Jinzhong's hand to her own.

She was extremely tired, but she couldn't resist the aroma of the fruit.

"Brother, what kind of fruit is this? Why does it smell so good? I've never eaten such a fragrant fruit before."

As they were talking, Zhou Ruo lay down, opened her mouth, and took a bite of the lemon.

Zhao Jinzhong and Granny Wang were stunned. By the time they came to their senses, half of the lemon had already been put into Zhou Ruo's mouth.

"No, no! This fruit is inedible! It's sour!" Zhao Jinzhong tried his best to stop him, but it was too late.

Zhou Ruo kept her eyes closed, the lemon peel and pulp swirling in her mouth.

A moment later, Zhou Ruo stuffed the remaining half of the lemon into her mouth and took another bite.

The sour smell of lemons in the air made Zhao Jinzhong and the old woman's mouths water. They watched as Zhou Ruo ate the whole lemon.

Zhou Ruo seemed not to have had enough, and took another bite of her little hand.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Zhou Ruo wasn't woken up by the lemon juice, but by the pain of biting herself.

She sat up, covering the hand that had just been bitten with one hand, and looked around the bedside with hazy eyes for a while.

When she fully opened her eyes, she saw that Zhao Jinzhong and Granny Wang were both looking at her with strange eyes.

"Brother, did you see what bit my hand just now?"

Seeing that Zhao Jinzhong was still stunned, Zhou Ruo said again, "I just dreamt that you gave me a very, very fragrant fruit."

Those fruits were so delicious, I couldn't get enough of them, but then something came and tried to steal them from me, and it bit my hand!

Zhou Ruo looked indignant and raised the little hand that had been bitten, blowing on it.

"Brother, that fruit is yellow and looks like an orange, but it doesn't taste like an orange. I've never eaten it before."

Zhao Jinzhong swallowed hard and glanced at Granny Wang. He noticed that she was also stunned.

He didn't say anything, but got up and walked out of the tent.

Zhou Ruo noticed Zhao Jinzhong's strange reaction and asked, "Granny, what's wrong with my brother? He doesn't seem to hear me."

As she spoke, she breathed on her own hand again, and suddenly she smelled the lingering scent of the fruit from her dream on the hand that had been bitten.

Her little tongue licked the lips, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "This is the taste!"