Quick Wear: I Became the Savior of the Doomsday

When Wen Yubai returned to Kyoto, he just received Yu Chengguang's letter. He knew that someone in the army was maliciously belittling Zhong Suhan's military achievements, but he didn't expect that this time, something that was almost a foregone conclusion could also be suppressed.

He placed the letter on the oil lamp, the flames licked the paper, and in a moment the letter turned into a pile of ashes.

Huang Ying walked in quickly from outside and whispered in his ear: "Your Highness, His Majesty sent Imperial Physician Zhang Le to take your pulse, saying that he is worried about your health."

He was worried that he was faking illness. Wen Yubai curled his lips and sneered. As long as power was involved, the relationship between the father and son in the royal family was a joke. He waved his hand to let Huang Ying invite the person in, sat upright in the chair, coughed lightly, looked at the middle-aged man who walked in with his head down, and started to greet him.

"Imperial Doctor Zhang Le, how are you? Is everything okay at home?"

"Everything is fine at home, Your Highness. Let me take your pulse." When Zhang Le was asked about the situation at home, he stepped forward even more humbly, checked his pulse, and whispered to him about the emperor's recent health condition.

Zhang Le was specifically responsible for treating the emperor and could be considered his confidant. It took a lot of effort for Wen Yubai to win over such a confidant. First, he helped his daughter find a good home, and then he sought a good official position for his son through other people.

Even his grandchildren got the best teachers through him.

The whole family was under his control. Zhang Le had no choice but to obey him. He took his pulse and was surprised by its weakness. "How could His Highness' body become like this? He was still strong when he passed away."

"Something happened over there, no problem, just report it to Father as before."

Wen Yubai withdrew his hand. An itchy feeling started from deep in his throat. He couldn't help but coughing violently twice. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and when he took it away, he saw a little blood on it. The itchy feeling also stopped a little.

He raised his hand to ask Huang Ying, whose face changed drastically, to shut up. He was not about to die yet, so there was no need to panic.

"Doctor Zhang, please prescribe the medicine."

Zhang Le looked at Wen Yubai, whose eyes were half closed and whose face was pale. His hands were trembling as he wrote the medicine. After hesitating for a while, he put down the brush in his hand and knelt down in front of him.

"Your Highness, I have been treating you for four or five years. I know how you have treated me in these four or five years. I have also seen what you have done for the people of Yan State. Your health cannot be damaged any more. You must rest and recuperate in order to live long."

After saying this, he placed his hands, knees and forehead on the ground, prostrating himself and begging His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to take care of himself. It was true that he initially resented him, but it was also true that he later sincerely hoped that this man would become the emperor in the future.

If he were to come to power, he would definitely take into consideration the suffering of the people of the world, unlike His Royal Highness the Third Prince, who is only focused on conquering all directions and completely disregards the suffering that war brings to the people of the world.

Zhang Le's heartfelt words let Wen Yubai know that he had completely conquered this man. He raised his hand and asked Huang Ying to help him up. He stood up and walked to the door. He looked up at the full moon in the sky and exhaled a breath of white air.

I wonder if it’s cold in Zhong Quchang in the Musa Mountains, and whether the moon tonight is as round as it is here. Speaking of which, Zhong Quchang has never been to the south, so I wonder if he likes everything in the south.

"Doctor Zhang, if I can take a rest, I would like to be a free and easy person. Born in the royal family and as a prince, I have too many things to do and too many responsibilities that I dare not not take on. Do you know that many of the soldiers at the border are still children?"

He raised his hand and drew a picture of one of Zhong Suhan's soldiers. "He's about this tall, about the same age as your grandson. He has a blind old mother and an older sister who is about to get married."

Zhang Le's heart moved slightly. The young man standing there looked so lonely and desolate. He had a smile on his face but sadness in his eyes.

"Your Highness..."

"What makes me sad is that this child is not an isolated case. There are many children like him at the border. Zhong Quchang... lost his father at a young age, and he is the only one left at home. After a trip to the border, I realized that my third brother was right. Only by completely defeating the enemy and making them dare not invade our banquet again can we let the people live and work in peace and put an end to this chaotic world that makes people angry."

Wen Yubai was a little excited and started coughing again. He bent down involuntarily and covered his mouth with the blood-stained handkerchief again. It took a while for the cough to subside.

"I dare not calmly cultivate myself, nor can I calmly recuperate. It is so hard... so hard to find a bell chief. I must defeat the enemy while the bell chief is here..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt his vision go dark, and he staggered and fell down. He fell into Huang Ying's arms, breathing heavily, and his hand tightly grasped Zhang Le's hand.

"Imperial Doctor Zhang, you are the best doctor in Yan State. I am counting on you to save my life."

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Zhang Le's eyes were filled with tears. How could it not be a blessing for the country and the people of the world to have such a prince?

In a daze, Wen Yubai thought that he had not yet arranged Zhong Suhan's affairs, and he had to make him a deputy lieutenant. Only then could he find a way to promote him to lieutenant in two years.

And there is the beautiful lady Yu. I must let her know that I have returned safely. Huang Ying said that when I left, she cried secretly and cried very sadly.

Zhong Suhan, who was far away in the Musa Mountains, felt a sudden palpitation for no reason. The tea bowl in her hand was accidentally knocked over, and the white porcelain pieces shattered on the ground. She looked at them with some regret.

She had originally intended to give this to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince secretly; that person would look very good and suitable holding such a tea bowl.

She squatted down to pick it up. Suddenly, a thunder outside startled her. Her index finger was accidentally cut by the debris and blood flowed out. She looked outside in confusion: "Is it going to rain?"

Ming Qiu jumped to her side and used his cute little tongue to lick the blood off her face. This was not a thunder that was about to rain, but a warning from heaven that something was wrong at the turning point.

I don't know if it's because the laws of nature in this world were more severely damaged than those in other worlds, and the turning point where it was born was also very weak. If it weren't for my deployment here back then, it would be a question whether he could grow up safely.

It squinted its eyes and looked outside. Zhang Le was a man who cared about his country and the world. He also had excellent medical skills. He had sent him to the emperor in order to save the sick prince's life. If he was not too stupid, there should be no problem in saving his life.

"Ahan, play ball with me, I want to play ball!"