Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Since some people are looking for death, then let them have their way. If they want to become famous, they should at least know their own limitations."

Zhao Zefang spoke before the king could.

Lin Ping had insulted him before, so he needed to save face. Killing Lin Ping directly would seem petty, so it was better to give Lin Ping a chance to embarrass himself. Then, when the king wanted to kill him later, he wouldn't be able to blame anyone else.

"Go back."

The king was somewhat surprised by the crown prince's plea, but he trusted Xia Linglong's judgment and decided to give Lin Ping a try.

"Hmph, if you can cure the princess, I, Zhao Zefang, will kneel down and kowtow to you, and acknowledge you as my master."

Zhao Zefang said coldly, his face full of disdain.

"You think you're worthy to be my apprentice?" Lin Ping replied disdainfully, as if he could see Zhao Zefang kneeling and kowtowing.

"I need to treat the princess's illness, so please excuse me," Lin Ping said calmly.

Xia Linglong was going to expose her shoulders, and it wouldn't be appropriate for these guards and ministers to see them openly.

"Your Majesty, this boy is plotting against the princess."

"A doctor from the Imperial Medical Academy, oblivious to his own mortality, said."

"You scoundrel, how dare you tarnish the princess's reputation?" The crown prince kicked the man away and ordered him to be dragged out and flogged thirty times.

Since Xia Linglong chose to trust Lin Ping, he wasn't afraid that Lin Ping might do something wicked.

Furthermore, he knew that the princess liked Lin Ping, and if he really had improper thoughts, he wouldn't have waited until now.

"Dr. Lin simply doesn't want your medical skills to be stolen. All you bystanders, step back!" the Crown Prince roared.

The Imperial Medical Academy staff were so frightened that they fled in terror, and even Zhao Zefang temporarily avoided confrontation.

For a moment, only the king, the crown prince, Xia Yeran, Lin Ping, and the princess remained in the room.

He glanced back at the Crown Prince, his eyes filled with gratitude.

The other party not only gave him a chance, but also gave him a way out.

Xia Linglong glanced at him coldly, as if to say: I just don't want to tarnish Linglong's reputation.

Lin Ping walked slowly to Xia Linglong's bedside and whispered in her ear, "Hang in there, you'll get better soon."

Despite her delirium, Xia Linglong obediently nodded, and even her convulsing body became much more peaceful.

A single sentence can cure an illness? This isn't some quack doctor; he's practically a miracle worker.

Unbeknownst to him, the king had developed a greater trust in Lin Ping.

Even when he pulled aside the princess's clothes at her shoulder, the king was not enraged.

When the syringe appeared in Lin Ping's hand, the group was taken aback.

This looks like acupuncture, but it doesn't quite look like it.

After disinfecting Xia Linglong with an alcohol swab, Lin Ping carefully inserted the needle into her shoulder.

Xia Linglong frowned, and Ying Ning cried out.

The antibodies in the syringe were quickly injected into Xia Linglong's body, and immediately began to kill the virus in large quantities.

As the antibodies fought the virus, Xia Linglong's body temperature soared.

"Oh no! This will damage her brain!"

Lin Ping had not expected Xia Linglong's body temperature to rise so sharply. The persistent high temperature not only affected the activity of various fungi in her body, but also damaged her brain.

Even if he wakes up in the future, he might be an idiot.

Without thinking twice, Lin Ping took off Xia Linglong's top, revealing her fair and beautiful back.

"Bold."

Upon seeing this, the king flew into a rage. If he hadn't been afraid of damaging the princess's reputation, he would have definitely summoned his guards.

Even so, he still drew his sword, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Lin Ping.

"Father, please calm down. This boy is saving Linglong." Xia Linglong stopped the king in time.

He couldn't see any disrespect in Lin Ping's eyes, only nervousness and worry.

"Bring me some liquor, the stronger the better!" Lin Ping said hastily.

He only brought a little alcohol for disinfection, which was not enough to cool Xia Linglong down.

The king saw the sincerity in his eyes and hurriedly brought out the best tribute wine.

This is a century-old vintage wine, which even the emperor usually hesitates to drink.

Lin Ping reached his large hand, which was clutching cotton, into the wine jar and quickly ran it across Xia Linglong's beautiful back.

Alcohol has an excellent cooling effect, and Xia Linglong's condition improved rapidly.

"Your Majesty may summon a palace maid to cool down the princess." Lin Ping also felt that it was a bit too much to imagine someone rubbing the princess's back in front of the king.

The king did as instructed.

After getting up, Lin Ping glanced at the three of them and said, "His Majesty and the Prince have also contracted the plague and need to be vaccinated."

Just now, the king was very close to Xia Linglong, and a lot of viruses entered his body.

Xia Yeran even went into the Lin family's woodshed several times; it's no wonder she contracted the disease.

However, their condition is not severe, and they may be able to fight off the virus with their own antibodies. It's also possible that their condition will worsen.

Xia Linglong has not yet awakened, so the king will not believe Lin Ping.

"Do you think I'm a child? You'd better hope Linglong wakes up soon, otherwise it won't be as simple as just cutting off her hands."

The king's imposing aura, though not angry, shocked everyone present. If Lin Ping hadn't had X-ray vision, he might have been so frightened that his legs would have gone weak.

Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if these eyes were only for healing or for putting on an act.

"Father, Linglong is feeling much better."

Before Lin Ping could refute, Xia Linglong spoke first.

Even if she exhausted her last bit of strength, she couldn't let Lin Ping get into trouble.

"Lingling, are you really alright?" The king was overjoyed, as happy as a child.

He was truly prepared to lose Xia Linglong; the pain in his vest was indescribable. Hearing Xia Linglong speak at this moment almost brought tears to his eyes.

The palace maid helped Xia Linglong put on her clothes. She sat on the bed, her body weak, not to reassure the king, but to catch a glimpse of Lin Ping.

"As long as you leave Linglong, I can forgive and forget about what happened before," Xia Linglong whispered in Lin Ping's ear.

Lin Ping looked down on this arrogant fellow.

Let bygones be bygones? I'm afraid you can't beat me.

Lin Ping is quite a character for daring to challenge the Crown Prince.

He was certain that the Crown Prince wouldn't use his power to oppose him; at most, he would just fight like a thug.

Now that Xia Linglong has woken up, it proves Lin Ping's medical skills.

Xia Yeran offered to let Lin Ping give her acupuncture, seemingly misunderstanding Lin Ping and Zhou Xiyin.

Even the king reluctantly exposed his shoulders, letting Lin Ping do as he pleased.

"This humble subject takes his leave..." Lin Ping said, bowing.

Now that the epidemic is over, the next step is to rest and recuperate. It seems that Lin Ping is not really needed here.

"Wait!"

The king suddenly stood up and stood in front of the forest.

“Burning bridges?”

Lin Ping was covered in cold sweat. He had long heard that serving a ruler was like serving a tiger, so he shouldn't have acted so arrogantly.

"Linglong is not fully recovered yet, so the little divine doctor still needs to go to the palace once a day."

Xia Linglong, who was tense, gradually relaxed and finally smiled, her condition improving significantly.

"Thank you for your help, Doctor." Xia Linglong said softly, almost laughing out loud.

I've told you not to come see me these past few days, but that's the king's order. How dare you disobey?

Lin Ping naturally noticed her smug look and could only cup his hands in apology, "This humble subject obeys."