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

"That kid is really arrogant and ignorant. He dares to treat illnesses that even Imperial Physician Zhao can't cure."

"The crime of deceiving the emperor is punishable by beheading. I just hope he won't kneel down and beg for mercy then."

"Trying to climb up by stepping on Physician Zhao's shoulders is practically a consulting approach."

The Imperial Medical Academy members outside the door kept making sarcastic remarks, as if they could already see Lin Ping being beheaded.

They wanted to watch Lin Ping die.

With a creaking sound, the palace door opened, and Lin Ping walked out with a heavy expression.

He shouldn't have agreed to Xia Linglong's request. The palace isn't an inn; if he revealed even the slightest clue, he could be beheaded.

Thinking of this, his expression grew even more somber.

Xia Linglong's advice was not without reason; he and Xia Linglong were from two different worlds.

Since he doesn't like Xia Linglong, he might as well end her thoughts sooner rather than later. Lingering attachments are not a wise choice.

Hesitant to move forward, Lin Ping even considered turning back to refuse the king.

Anyway, Xia Linglong's illness has been cured by him, and all that's left is to slowly recuperate.

"He's out, that kid's out."

"Judging from his dejected look, he must not have cured the princess."

"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place. The guards are going to drag him away and behead him soon. I can't stand such bloody scenes."

The crowd lowered their heads and whispered among themselves, not afraid that Lin Ping would hear them.

Why fear a dying man?

They even wanted to spit on Lin Ping to make him understand the consequences of offending Imperial Physician Zhao.

"Hmph, ignorant child, how can an epidemic be cured? You just wouldn't listen to my advice, and now it's too late to regret it."

Zhao Zefang sneered.

He is a pillar of the Imperial Medical Academy and a legendary doctor in the eyes of others; how could Lin Ping be allowed to slander him?

However, he couldn't lower himself to make things difficult for Lin Ping, and he was overjoyed to learn that Lin Ping's treatment of the princess had failed.

Later, I will definitely exaggerate the situation in front of the king and make sure he dies without a proper burial.

"It's healed," Lin Ping said calmly, his expression still somewhat downcast.

His mind was completely preoccupied with Xia Linglong, and he didn't even notice Zhao Zefang's presence.

"Cure?"

Everyone stared at Lin Ping in surprise, then burst out laughing.

"This guy must be scared out of his wits. How could he possibly cure the epidemic?"

"Do you think the king will believe your lies? You'd better wait to be beheaded!"

"Hmph, trying to make up lies and deceive people at a time like this is simply digging their own grave."

Of course, no one believed Lin Ping. Putting aside how difficult the epidemic was to treat, his dejected expression didn't seem like he had succeeded.

"What are you all standing there for? Quickly arrest this treacherous brat!"

Imperial Physician Zhao gave a cold laugh, which served as a reminder to the guards.

"You brat, you're looking for death!"

These guards had long disliked Lin Ping, and if it weren't for the Crown Prince's intervention, they probably would have killed him long ago.

"Stop! What are you doing? Who gave you permission to be rude to the little miracle doctor?"

The king was furious; his cold eyes looked like they could devour someone.

"A divine physician? The king actually calls him a divine physician?"

These words struck like a thunderclap, immediately exploding in everyone's hearts.

"Could he have actually cured the princess of her plague?"

The entire audience was stunned. Lin Ping's words might not have carried much weight, but the king's words were heavier than a mountain.

Zhao Zefang's face was ashen, and the air around him felt like giant hands slapping his face repeatedly.

"The young miracle doctor has rendered meritorious service in saving the princess, and is hereby appointed as the head of the Imperial Medical Academy!"

The king announced loudly.

This is another bombshell. The Imperial Physician is the second-in-command of the Imperial Medical Academy, whose status is above Zhao Zefang's.

The Imperial Medical Academy staff were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground. Just a minute ago, they were looking down on Lin Ping and even wanted to see him die, but now Lin Ping had become their superior.

"Dr. Lin, please forgive our ignorance. We were blind to your faults."

Several people knelt on the ground and kowtowed in unison, secretly observing Lin Ping's every move.

Not only them, but even Zhao Zefang knelt on the ground, repeatedly muttering, "He actually cured the plague?"

As a physician, his ideal was not only to become the Grand Physician, but also to improve his medical skills.

Now that Lin Ping has cured the epidemic, his medical skills far surpass his own, so it's definitely not a bad deal for him to become his apprentice.

He even hoped that Lin Ping would take him in.

"Want to become my apprentice? You'd better pass the imperial examination first," Lin Ping said coldly, completely disregarding Zhao Zefang.

Several gamblers once wanted to become his apprentices, and Lin Ping said the same thing.

It is evident from this that Lin Ping has strict standards for accepting apprentices.

Zhao Zefang was skilled at treating patients and saving lives, but he knew nothing about the Four Books and Five Classics, so he could never pass the imperial examinations to become a scholar.

This was a blatant humiliation. Zhao Zefang's face was so utterly disgraced that he dared not face anyone.

“I am just a commoner, how could I be qualified to serve as the chief physician? This time, I am very grateful for the recommendation and help of Physician Hua. Why don’t I give this position to Physician Hua?”

Lin Ping said calmly.

The position of judge is of no value to him and may even hinder his career development.

However, it was of great significance to Hua Feiying, since the other party had done him a favor, so he might as well do them a favor.

"Where is Physician Hua? Summon him to see me." Only then did the king remember that there was such a person as Hua Feiying.

He seemed to have actually mentioned a divine doctor named Lin at Xuanji Hall before, so thinking about it now, it seems that he was somewhat disgracing such a talent.

"The imperial physician Hua was beaten thirty times and is still lying outside the palace!" a guard whispered in the king's ear.

"Is that so? I seem to recall that he was appointed as the judge of the court, and he was so excited that he lay prostrate on the ground."

The king said with an innocent expression.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

The crowd knelt down in obeisance; how could they possibly embarrass the king?

Hua Feiying, who was lying outside the hall, was completely unaware of what was happening and was even screaming in agony.

"Imperial Physician Hua, I have done you a great favor. If you are going to treat me to a meal, I will only go to Mingyue Tower."

Lin Ping said softly as he passed by him, then strode away.

Hua Feiying looked bewildered. If it weren't for Lin Ping, would he have been beaten like this?

Inviting you to dinner? How about some fancy dishes? Or maybe a brick?

When Hua Feiying received the news, he was stunned. He wished he could run over immediately to ask about the treatment for the epidemic.

Throughout his life, he only made some achievements in treating typhoid fever, and never dared to think about treating epidemic diseases.

Perhaps Lin Ping can help him take his medical skills to the next level, or even achieve a qualitative leap.

What could a mere court judge possibly gain? He would rather become Lin Ping's apprentice doctor and start by learning how to dispense medicine.

When Lin Ping returned to the Zhou residence, he was surprised to find that the bedding on the floor had disappeared. He gave Zhou Xiyin a lecherous look.

"Can I sleep in the bed now?"

"What do you think?" Zhou Xiyin said sarcastically.

"It's most comfortable and reassuring to lie on the ground!" Lin Ping hugged a bundle of firewood, curled up in a corner, and kept sneezing.

He really didn't understand what these women were thinking.

Did I do something wrong? Why am I sleeping in the woodshed?