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

Zhao Jinzhong twisted the servant's hand behind his back with a backhand motion, rendering him unable to move.

Another servant, seeing his companion trapped, also wanted to go and help.

Zhao Jinzhong turned his foot and pressed the man down between his legs, sitting directly on the servant's back.

When Zhou Ruo saw Zhao Jinzhong fight for the first time, she was surprised and amazed by his skills.

"Wow! Brother is so amazing!" Zhou Ruo couldn't help but take a moment to praise him during the injection.

Zhao Jinzhong's face flushed red when Zhou Ruo praised him like that, but he didn't reduce the force in his hands at all.

"Focus," Zhao Jinzhong instructed Zhou Ruo.

Zhou Ruo said "Oh" and then focused her attention on Ling Yu again.

When An Chang locked the door and ran to Zhao Jinzhong's side, he saw two servants being pinned to the ground by Zhao Jinzhong.

"Hey bro, what's going on?"

Zhao Jinzhong gave An Chang a look, and An Chang turned to look at Zhou Ruo.

He then discovered that the child had already started inserting silver needles into Ling Yu's body.

"What is she doing?!" An Chang was startled.

This Third Young Master Ling is someone that most people would avoid at all costs, but she not only went up to him, but also started sticking needles into his body.

The next second, Ling Yu's coughing and wheezing broke the silence.

He caught his breath and slowly opened his eyes.

"Young master! Young master is awake!" The two servants struggled violently to stand up.

Seeing that Ling Yu was getting better, Zhao Jinzhong let go and released the two of them.

An Chang stared wide-eyed at the needle in Ling Yu's chest, "He...he's alive?"

"Who are you?" Ling Yu saw a child giving him acupuncture.

After seeing Zhao Jinzhong's face, which was both strange and familiar, I also saw An Chang.

"Prince An? You... were together?" Ling Yu was completely confused.

He had never crossed paths with An Chang before, so why would An Chang come to his rescue?

"Hmph!" An Chang rolled her eyes. "Being recognized by you really makes me lose face!"

"Look closely, this is my brother Zhao Jinzhong. It was his sister who saved you!"

"Zhao Jinzhong?" Upon hearing this name, which had long disappeared from the streets of the capital, Ling Yu carefully examined Zhao Jinzhong.

"You're that sickly, paralyzed young general, Zhao Jinzhong?"

Ling Yu then turned his gaze to the legs of the two servants who had just been able to nimbly deal with him, and stared blankly for a moment.

"Hey! How dare you talk like that! Ling San, can't you have some decency? Someone just saved your life!" An Chang was furious.

Having just caught his breath from suffocation, Ling Yu wore a wicked smile.

But the next second, his expression changed drastically, and he clutched his stomach, yelling, "Ouch! It hurts so much!"

"Brother, should we save this person?" Zhou Ruo was trying to expel the illness from Ling Yu.

When she heard Ling Yu say that his brother was a "sick mess," she immediately stuck a needle into his stomach.

The remaining half of the illness energy, which had already dissipated, was trapped inside his stomach.

At this moment, Ling Yu's stomach was blocked by the sudden gathering of pathogenic energy, as if ten thousand centipedes and scorpions were gnawing at his stomach.

Before long, he was sweating profusely from the pain, and his face turned blue.

"My brother isn't paralyzed; you're the one who's paralyzed! If I hadn't saved you, you wouldn't have survived this day!"

Zhou Ruo stood up, put her hands on her hips, and said angrily to Ling Yu.

"Tch!" Ling Yu said disdainfully, even amidst his pain.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you little brat? You must have just gotten lucky!"

"Ruo Ruo, let's not get treatment!" Zhao Jinzhong said to Zhou Ruo, suppressing his anger.

"Okay, brother!" After saying that, Zhou Ruo quickly removed the silver needles from Ling Yu's body and cleaned him several times with her spiritual power.

As soon as the silver needles left Ling Yu's body, the pathogenic energy that had just left his body reignited and gathered on his stomach.

"Aaaaah—it hurts even more than before! It's killing me!"

Ling Yu clutched his stomach and screamed incessantly on the couch, rolling around and struggling, before finally falling off.

Just then, Wang Mengling knocked on the door: "Brother Jinzhong, are you inside?"

She waited downstairs for a long time but Zhao Jinzhong and the other two didn't come down, so she decided to come up and check on them herself.

An Chang turned to open the door, and Wang Mengling walked in.

"Ling Yu?" Wang Mengling was so frightened when she saw the person rolling on the ground that she took two steps to the side.

Wang Mengling was naturally aware of Ling Yu's reputation.

However, in her memory, Ling Yu was always arrogant and domineering, bullying people like ants.

This person was completely different from the one lying on the ground in a disheveled state, crying for help.

When has Ling Yu ever needed anyone to save him, and when has he ever asked anyone for help?

"Wang Mengling?" When Ling Yu saw that the girl who came in was Wang Mengling, he immediately struggled to crawl to her and begged her.

"Mengling! Mengling! Your Marquis's mansion has a very skilled doctor, right? Help me! Help me!"

Seeing this, Wang Mengling was so frightened that she hid behind Zhao Jinzhong and said somewhat fearfully, "We don't have a doctor in our household."

I don't know where Ling Yu heard it from, but he heard that there was a skilled doctor in the royal family.

Zhao Jinzhong thought for a moment and asked him, "The powerful doctor you mentioned in the Marquis's residence, you wouldn't happen to be Qin Xuan, would you?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's Doctor Qin, it's him!" Ling Yu was also surprised that Zhao Jinzhong knew.

"Heh... Ling Yu, you don't know yet, do you? The Doctor Qin you're talking about isn't even as good as one of my sister's fingers."

Zhao Jinzhong did not want to publicize Zhou Ruo's medical skills, but Ling Yu's words "sickly paralyzed person" today pierced his heart.

He was angry and sullen. He wanted Ling Yu to know that Zhou Ruo could save him, but he deliberately didn't.

"Hehehehe—" Ling Yu's forehead veins bulged from the pain, but he was amused by Zhao Jinzhong's words.

"Zhao Jinzhong, I think your leg has been paralyzed for two years, and your brain isn't working properly either, is it? Her?"

Ling Yu looked at Zhou Ruo with pained eyes, "This little one, how could she have medical skills? And be better than Doctor Qin?"

"Hahahaha—" Ling Yu burst into another fit of painful, maniacal laughter.

"But...but...Doctor Qin is already...dead...dead..."

Wang Mengling was already afraid of Ling Yu, and she became even more frightened when she heard him mention the deceased Qin Xuan.

She stood close to Zhao Jinzhong and nervously told him the news that Qin Xuan was dead.

The laughter inside the room stopped abruptly.

"Dead...dead?" Ling Yu seemed to have heard some terrifying news, his eyes filled with a deathly fear.

"Dr. Qin is dead? My mother said she would take me to see him for treatment. She also said that perhaps only he could cure my illness."

"Dead? How could he be dead? Doctor Qin is dead, then I..."

Ling Yu lay on his side on the ground, muttering to himself, his hands still tightly covering his stomach.

The news of Qin Xuan's death was too shocking for him, and for a moment he forgot the pain in his body.

"Ruo Ruo, let's go!" Zhao Jinzhong was too lazy to waste any more words with Ling Yu. He took Zhou Ruo's hand and turned to leave.

Ling Yu reacted for a moment, then struggled to his feet, seemingly drawing strength from nowhere.

He used all his strength to lunge at Zhao Jinzhong's heels and grab his ankles tightly.

"Zhao Jinzhong! No! Don't go—" he cried out in alarm, then, feeling guilty, his voice trailed off: "Please save me..."

Although he did not believe Zhao Jinzhong's claim that Zhou Ruo's medical skills were better than Doctor Qin's.

But just now, the child did manage to catch his breath and felt a little more relaxed.

Unable to find any other way out, Ling Yu had no choice but to swallow his pride and beg Zhao Jinzhong for help.