The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1199

The advisors were finally relieved and reassured him, saying, "If we hold on for half a month, we will naturally know how the emperor is doing."

So King Yinglan camped outside Chang'an and waited for half a month.

Inside Chang'an, the palace was already in a flurry of activity.

Xu Tian's guards were fighting against the guards of the civil officials. The civil officials' guards were obviously no match for Xu Tian's guards, but they deployed themselves in various corners of the palace to observe the sleeping quarters.

Inside the palace, Xu Tian looked at the unconscious Li Zhi, feeling uneasy.

The imperial physicians were still preparing the medicine, but they could only delay the onset of the illness.

"You bunch of losers!"

Late at night, Xu Tian became enraged and berated both the eunuchs and the imperial physicians.

The eunuch, sweating profusely, exclaimed in panic, "The situation is extremely serious! The civil officials have already penetrated deep into the inner palace. My lord, perhaps we should take His Majesty and escape from the palace immediately!"

"No, they will come to the palace again tomorrow. If they find out we're gone, everything will be in chaos."

Xu Tian said, a hint of helplessness on his face. If there was really no other way, he decided to announce the news in half a month.

At that moment, two guards suddenly entered the hall.

"Reporting, sir! The rumors are true, the divine physician has indeed come to Chang'an!"

The guards spoke in trembling voices, still panting. Clearly, they dared not waste a single moment.

The old doctor's face lit up with hope; could there really be a cure?

Xu Tian, ​​however, looked skeptical and sneered, "There are plenty of people pretending to be miracle doctors, and a miracle doctor isn't necessarily that good. If we all relied on miracle doctors, then medical skills would never develop."

The other imperial physicians nodded in agreement. They were all top-notch medical experts, yet they were powerless to save him. Even a mere miracle doctor would likely give the same answer.

Xu Tian had already lost confidence, but casually asked, "What is the background of that miracle doctor?"

One of the guards explained, "This man is proficient in all kinds of medical skills, and has white hair but a youthful appearance."

"The divine physician has only been in Chang'an for a few days because he needs to purchase medicinal herbs. After a few days, the divine physician will leave Chang'an."

Another guard advised, "What if he really does have some skills?"

Xu Tian thought for a moment and decided to try again. He dismissed the imperial physicians and ordered the guards to summon Song Ren.

Songren rushed over and, upon seeing him, said tremblingly, "My lord, many people have come from the palace, what should we do?"

"It's normal, no need to worry." Xu Tian asked the guard, "Where in Chang'an is that divine physician now?"

The guard replied, "An inn in Chang'an."

"Songren, you and the guards go patrol outside the palace and see if you see this person!"

Xu Tian said, gesturing for the two to hurry up and go.

Although it was late at night, Xu Tian still urged them to leave the palace as soon as possible, not wanting to waste any time.

After dressing up, Song Renqiao followed the guards to an inn in Chang'an City.

The next morning, before the sun had risen.

The inn's door opened, and a waiter came out to sprinkle water and sweep the floor.

Songren quickly grabbed the waiter's hand and asked if a miracle doctor lived here.

The waiter scratched his chin, and Songren immediately gave him a few taels of silver.

"Yes, there is. He's from out of town. He saved several patients with difficult-to-treat illnesses a few days ago. He was dressed in a linen robe, but he was very generous."

After the waiter put away the money, he whispered, "However, this miracle doctor doesn't charge money; he only treats the poor."

Songren nodded, indicating that the waiter could leave.

Before long, guests began to arrive. The inn immediately became lively.

Just then, an old man dressed in hemp clothing slowly walked over.

Songren immediately grabbed the old man and hurriedly asked if he was a miracle doctor.

The old man glanced at Song Ren and smiled kindly: "I dare not call myself a miracle doctor. I'm just a quack who can see a few patients and make a living."

Song Ren immediately got angry, snorted coldly, and released the old man.

So the old man went inside to drink.