The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

"General Dingyuan is back!"

"General Dingyuan is back!"

Fang Qingyou waited anxiously at the city gate, the excited cheers of the crowd ringing in her ears one after another, deafeningly loud.

The wall of people in front of her completely blocked Fang Qingyou's view, but the depression in her heart dissipated a lot. This General Dingyuan was so popular with the people, so he must be a virtuous and respected official.

Such a general deserves her respect.

With her view obstructed, Fang Qingyou could only deduce the general itinerary of General Dingyuan from the actions of the people around her.

Seeing that the crowd's eyes were all following forward, constantly moving towards the city gate, Fang Qingyou guessed that General Dingyuan must have already entered the city.

Sure enough, not long after, the ban on passage through the city gates was lifted.

Even so, it took a full quarter of an hour for Fang Qingyou and Yi Lingyun to enter the city.

Today, Yunjing City was exceptionally lively, with crowds of pedestrians everywhere, causing Fang Qingyou's carriage to move at a snail's pace.

Fang Qingyou lifted the side curtain of the carriage and looked out. She could vaguely see the troops led by General Dingyuan. The soldiers rode tall horses and looked very majestic.

Fang Qingyou had never seen such a scene before, and thought that perhaps even the emperor's procession was no more than this.

Seeing the endless sea of ​​people ahead, Yi Lingyun was equally anxious: "Xiao You, let's leave the carriage and walk after we've gone a little further."

“Okay.” Fang Qingyou had the same idea. In the current situation, walking is much faster than taking a carriage.

Fifteen minutes later, Fang Qingyou and Yi Lingyun found a place to stop the carriage and began to walk, which greatly increased their pace.

The two hadn't walked far when they suddenly saw chaos ahead.

Fang Qingyou couldn't see clearly what was happening, but she could see that the chaos seemed to be taking place within General Dingyuan's army.

A short while later, at the front of General Dingyuan's entourage, a tall and robust middle-aged man leaped onto the back of a horse and, looking at the crowded people around him, asked loudly, "Fellow villagers, does anyone know medicine?"

The middle-aged man was dressed in military uniform and armor, his face solemn and stern, but his eyes revealed a hint of anxiety and worry.

This sound, like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon, clearly reached the ears of many people amidst the clamor.

The middle-aged man was clearly a veteran of many battles; his shout involuntarily carried a terrifying killing intent honed through countless killings, and the surrounding area suddenly fell silent.

Perhaps intimidated by the middle-aged man, no one answered him for a long time. The crowd of people didn't even dare to whisper to each other, and just stood there staring up at him in a daze.

The middle-aged man seemed to realize this, and the coldness on his face softened slightly: "Fellow villagers, my wife has suddenly fallen ill with a chronic condition. I hope that any of you who know medicine can help her. I will never forget this great kindness!"

At that moment, another young man in military uniform with a relatively kind face said to the crowd, "Fellow villagers, the general's wife has suddenly fallen ill. We hope you can help her."

"So he was General Dingyuan."

"The general's wife has fallen seriously ill! Who is the doctor? Please come out and save her!"

"..."

Yes, this middle-aged man is none other than General Dingyuan, She Ruifeng.

The young man was his capable deputy, Zhu Shan.

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, several doctors stepped forward one after another: "General Dingyuan, I am willing to try and see if I can save your wife."

Those who didn't know anything about medicine felt guilty for not being able to help She Ruifeng and could only silently hope that Mrs. She would recover.

At this moment, She Ruifeng relaxed slightly, immediately jumped off his horse, and clasped his hands in thanks to the doctors: "Thank you, everyone!"

These doctors were all invited by She Ruifeng.

Because of the distance, by the time Fang Qingyou and Yi Lingyun arrived, the doctors had already begun treating Madam She.

Because the crowd was discussing the matter, the two quickly learned what had happened.

Fang Qingyou gazed at She Ruifeng from afar and couldn't help but exclaim, "I never expected General She to be so tough yet tender-hearted."

In public, a man who cares so much about his wife and doesn't mind the opinions of others is probably rare in the world, let alone someone as powerful and influential as General Dingyuan.

Yi Lingyun chimed in, "I've heard that this General She is invincible. In other countries, he has an even more resounding name: the Ever-Victorious Iron General."

Fang Qingyou was deeply shocked but not surprised by this. Even from a distance, she could feel the murderous aura emanating from She Ruifeng, proving that the title "Ever-Victorious Iron General" was indeed well-deserved.

Fang Qingyou glanced at the understated yet elegant carriage where Madam She was: "I hope Madam She is safe and sound."

It has nothing to do with anything else; it's simply a blessing for the hero.

"Yes, I will." Yi Lingyun also silently wished Madam She well.

Fang Qingyou and Yi Lingyun exchanged a glance and prepared to speed up their journey to Qianji Pavilion, as they had wasted a lot of time along the way.

Just then, a loud shout rang in my ears: "Madam, what's wrong, Madam!"

That voice clearly belongs to She Ruifeng.

Realizing that Madam She's condition might have worsened, Fang Qingyou quickly turned around and looked in that direction, and then saw a doctor staggering down from Madam She's carriage.

Afterwards, the doctor knelt on the ground, his face full of self-reproach: "Fellow villagers, I am truly sorry. My medical skills are too limited to cure Madam She. I hope that other colleagues with superior medical skills can step forward to help her through this difficult time. I thank you all in advance!"

In an instant, the crowd erupted in uproar.

Someone who recognized the doctor exclaimed in surprise, "Aren't you Doctor Zhao from Baizhentang? How come even you can't cure Madam She?"

Upon hearing this, Doctor Zhao felt even more ashamed: "It was indeed me, Zhao. My poor medical skills have worsened Madam She's condition. I hope other colleagues will step forward to save Madam She's life. I will never forget this kindness!"

Dr. Zhao spoke earnestly, but few dared to step forward.

Baizhentang is the best medical clinic in Yunjing City, and Doctor Zhao is one of the most famous doctors there. His medical skills are well-known. If even Doctor Zhao could not cure Madam She, then there are probably very few people in the world who could.

Doctor Zhao felt that his medical skills were decent, which was why he volunteered. He never expected that he couldn't cure Madam She. At this moment, he felt that he would be guilty even if he died a hundred times.

At this moment, She Ruifeng also got off the carriage with a look of urgency. His strong eyebrows were full of worry. At this moment, he did not look like the Dingyuan General who had dominated the battlefield, but more like a helpless child.