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"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. We... are powerless to help." The two men practically lay on the ground, pleading desperately.

Judging from her pulse, the princess was not ill; her weakness was purely due to emotional distress, which eventually developed into a serious illness.

Not only was he bedridden, but he also coughed up blood every day.

"Your Majesty, I recommend someone who may be able to cure the princess's illness," Hua Feiying said tremblingly.

"Tell me quickly, who is this person? If he can cure the princess's illness, I will reward him handsomely," the king said urgently, as if grasping at a straw.

"The divine physician Lin from Xuanji Hall," Hua Feiying replied, her heart pounding with fear.

Lin Ping was neither a high-ranking official nor a proper doctor, so Hua Feiying didn't know how to introduce him to the king and could only refer to him as a divine physician.

"A divine doctor? You, Hua Feiying, actually call yourself a divine doctor?" A cold glint flashed in the king's eyes.

He has never believed in such things as gods and ghosts, and he doesn't even like the title of "divine doctor".

"Your humble servant personally witnessed him bring the deceased Salt Transport Commissioner back to life. After that, he opened the Xuanji Hall, saving countless lives and winning the hearts of the people," Hua Feiying continued to explain.

To say that Hua Feiying truly doesn't understand officialdom, let alone how to fathom the king's thoughts.

The ability to bring the dead back to life is already quite extraordinary, even bewildering the king. Then it is said that he is deeply loved by the people. Doesn't this overshadow the king?

Just as the king was about to get angry, Xia Yeran hurriedly added, "I have also heard of this person. His medical skills are indeed good, but not as miraculous as Physician Hua described."

"Since both of you ministers have recommended this person, he must have some ability." The king nodded in satisfaction.

“Your Majesty, this man is nothing more than a wandering physician who has never taken the Ministry of Rites examination. He is only fit to treat commoners, let alone the princess,” another imperial physician strongly objected.

Only those who pass the Ministry of Rites' examination are truly qualified to practice medicine. If they fail, they are merely considered quack doctors and cannot be considered respectable, let alone treat princesses.

"Is that really so?" The king's unpredictable expression turned cold again.

“That’s true,” Hua Feiying replied, bowing her head.

"You call yourself a royal physician? How could you recommend a quack doctor? Can you bear the responsibility if he harms the princess's health?" The king was furious and almost blew his head off.

Hua Feiying broke out in a cold sweat, her ears perked up, afraid of hearing the king's reprimand.

"Alright, alright, considering your good intentions, I'll spare your life for now. But you must never recommend such a person again," the king sighed.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural course of life. The royal physician should not be punished for failing to cure the princess's illness. The king is a reasonable man and would not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

"Father..." Upon hearing that the king would not allow Lin Ping to enter the palace, Xia Linglong immediately became anxious, as she had hoped to see him.

Halfway through her sentence, she noticed Xia Yeran shaking her head repeatedly, clearly not wanting her to continue.

She was a princess of high status. If she were to offer to treat a quack doctor, she would inevitably arouse suspicion. Once their relationship was exposed, Lin Ping would be doomed.

Xia Linglong's marriage was a taboo subject for the king, and even Xia Yeran dared not mention it.

If the king knew that a mere Lin Ping had stolen the princess's heart, he would surely tear him to pieces.

"Hmm?" the king asked.

“Father, my illness is better now, and I don’t need them to treat me anymore,” Xia Linglong said immediately.

Is being bedridden considered cured? Is coughing up blood all day considered cured?

“Your humble servant does have someone to recommend,” said Imperial Physician Zhao, who was standing nearby.

"Please speak, Physician Zhao," the king said, perking up once more.

Being able to become a royal physician not only demonstrates their superb medical skills but also their broad vision.

The king originally had confidence in the person recommended by Hua Feiying, but he never expected that he would recommend a quack doctor so hastily. He could only hope that Imperial Physician Zhao would not disappoint him.

“This man is Tang Tian, ​​the head of Yiyuantang. He was a top-ranking doctor in the imperial examinations back then. The Imperial Medical Academy wanted to recruit him but he refused. His medical skills are probably superior to mine,” said Imperial Physician Zhao humbly.

"Tang Tian? The people of the country seem to have heard of this name. I didn't expect him to be the head of Yiyuantang. Go and invite him quickly." The king was overjoyed, finally finding a reliable doctor.

Hua Feiying and Xia Yeran dared not raise any objections, as Tang Tian's medical skills were indeed renowned in the industry, and he was a highly skilled physician among the public.

Even they weren't qualified to ask him to come out of retirement, but unexpectedly, Imperial Physician Zhao had some connection with him.

About half an hour later, Imperial Physician Zhao arrived, looking travel-worn. Behind him was a middle-aged man with a shrewd and imposing presence, which did not diminish even after meeting the King.

This is an arrogance formed from years of being respected, and even more so, a kind of self-confidence.

After a simple bow, Tang Tian came to Xia Linglong's pillow, lightly touched her wrist with his fingertips, and his expression immediately became somewhat flustered.

He hurriedly pulled a palm-sized piece of white cloth from the medicine box and wrapped it tightly around his face.

"Why is Doctor Tang wearing a mask?" the king asked in confusion.

"Your Majesty, this is not an ordinary illness for the princess, but an epidemic!" Tang Tian said in a startling way.

Upon hearing this, everyone except Xia Yeran took a few steps back, afraid of being infected by Xia Linglong.

In an era when medicine was not advanced, people were terrified of epidemics, as they were almost incurable. In many cases, it was necessary to surround an entire village or even a town and let the people inside fend for themselves, in order to prevent the epidemic from spreading to more people.

"No wonder the princess's pulse was steady, yet her body was weak and her high fever wouldn't go down. It turned out to be an epidemic," Imperial Physician Zhao muttered to himself, as if he had learned some earth-shattering news.

"What should we do then?" the king asked in a panic, trying his best to keep his distance from Xia Linglong.

If Xia Linglong really contracted the disease, it wouldn't be as simple as whether there's a cure or not; she might even infect many more people.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, this epidemic can still be cured. As long as the princess takes one of my specially made pills every day, there may still be hope." As he spoke, Tang Tian took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from his medicine box, which contained several black pills.

"Doctor Tang is indeed a miracle worker; he can even cure epidemics." The king was overjoyed and quickly bestowed rewards upon him.

Tang Tian didn't try to take credit for himself. In the end, he wasn't entirely confident either, since epidemics are a major challenge in medicine.

The king quickly dismissed everyone and sealed off the princess's palace, leaving only two maids to serve her day and night.

In addition, the news was kept under wraps to prevent it from getting out, otherwise it would definitely affect her wedding to the son of the Left Commander of the Central Army.

"Linglong, don't be afraid, I will definitely make you better." These were Xia Yeran's last words to her, and also a promise.

Xia Linglong accepted this calmly; she even had thoughts of suicide, let alone contracting an epidemic.