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“Do you have a good prescription?”

It would be fine if it was any other illness, but smallpox was an incurable illness. There was nothing they could do.

Chief Physician Chu looked at the imperial physician on his left. “Imperial

Physician Liu, I heard that you cured a case of smallpox in the past.”

Imperial Physician Liu smiled awkwardly. “That prescription… might not be effective on the young royal prince. The young royal prince’s body is weak, so he can’t be drugged. Otherwise, he will die before his illness is cured.”

The other imperial physicians nodded in agreement.

Imperial Physician Liu heaved a sigh of relief. The truth was that he had indeed treated a smallpox patient in his early years, but that patient did not take his medicine well. He survived. Later on, he used the same prescription to treat the other smallpox patients, but all of them failed.

“How did the young royal prince get smallpox…”

Chief Physician Chu looked at the young imperial physician sitting at the end and said solemnly, “This is not something you should worry about.”

“Yes.” The young imperial physician hurriedly admitted his mistake.

Chief Physician Chu said, “Everyone, if you have any good prescriptions, remedies, acupuncture techniques… Take them all out. Don’t think that you can stay out of trouble just because you can’t treat him. His Majesty values the young prince. Once he can’t keep his life, the entire Imperial Hospital will be questioned!”

Everyone was disheartened when they heard this.

This was smallpox, not some other illness.

Everyone discussed for a long time but could not come up with a suitable treatment plan.

Chief Physician Chu glanced around and asked, “You’re all here. Who’s guarding the young prince over there?”

Imperial Physician Zhang replied, “It’s Imperial Physician Zheng and Imperial Physician Liang.”

Chief Physician Chu frowned. “I’ll go take a look.”

Imperial Physician Zheng lingered at the door for a long time and almost rushed in to stop Su Xiaoxiao a few times. In the end, he held it in.

“What is this girl doing? Can she treated it or not?”

“Her Highness is muddle-headed. She placed the prince’s life in the hands of a girl!”

“No, I have to find Her Highness!”

Imperial Physician Zheng had just taken two steps when the voices of Chief Physician Chu and the others came from the end of the corridor. “Follow that prescription later and get a set of medicine first.”

“Yes, Chief Physician Chu. We’ll remember it.”

Not good!

Someone was here!

Imperial Physician Zheng pushed open the door and quickly entered. He said to Su Xiaoxiao behind the screen, “Director Chu is here! Hurry up and stop!”

“Done.”

Su Xiaoxiao put the last cotton swab back into her purse. “I’ll leave first.” Imperial Physician Zheng looked at her and then at the young royal prince, who seemed to have not done anything to him. He said hesitantly, “Alright, leave.”

Su Xiaoxiao said, “I just gave him acupuncture, so he will have some needle marks.”

Actually, there was also an injection. There was no need to explain this in detail.

When Chief Physician Chu arrived, Su Xiaoxiao had already left.

Seeing that Imperial Physician Zheng was alone in the room, Courtyard Chu could not help but ask, “Where’s Imperial Physician Liang?”

They knew that smallpox was contagious, so they used a cloth towel to cover their mouth and nose. After touching the patient, they would immediately wash their hands with soap. If the contact area was large, they would wash their entire body and change their clothes.

“Acupuncture?” Court Administrator Chu came to the bed and touched the young prince’s forehead to take his pulse. “It’s still very hot.”

It seemed that it was useless… Sigh, what was he counting on just now? Could a little girl improve the young royal prince’s smallpox? Imperial Physician Zheng laughed self-deprecatingly.

“Imperial Physician Zheng, go and eat something first. Come over in an hour.

You’re on duty tonight.”

“Yes, Chief Physican Chu.”

Imperial Physician Zheng had no appetite and came to change shifts after eating a few mouthfuls.

He felt that his good days had come to an end. Of all the things he could do, why did he have to squeeze his head into the Imperial Hospital, and why did it have to be smallpox?

He sighed and glanced at the young royal prince on the bed. He realized that the other party had kicked the blanket away.

He walked over and was about to cover the young royal prince with the blanket when he felt that the blanket was damp. He frowned and touched the young prince’s clothes.

It was wet!

The young royal prince… was sweating

He almost stumbled out of the house and shouted, “Chief Physician Chu! Chief

Physician Chu! The young royal prince’s fever has subsided!”

Su Xiaoxiao took off her mask and gloves and saw Wei Ting and Moxie in a nearby pavilion. After Su Xiaoxiao gave a few simple instructions, she left the residence with Wei Ting.

Before leaving, Moxie asked where they lived.

Wei Ting said, “Moon Chasing Inn.”

After returning to the inn, Wei Ting asked Fu Su to return to his room to rest. He placed the sleeping brats on the bed one by one and asked Su Xiaoxiao, “Are you confident in treating the young royal prince’s condition?”

Su Xiaoxiao took off her night clothes. “I can’t say for the time being.”

She had given the young royal prince medicine. He should be able to recover from his fever and sleep well tonight, but he would definitely have a high fever again tomorrow. He would have to endure it for three to five days before he passed the critical period.

Wei Ting looked at her knitted brows and said, “You were never so sad when you treated Grandpa, Sixth Brother, and me.”

The three of them had one foot in the gates of hell.

Su Xiaoxiao shook her head gently. “The situation this time is different.”

The past injuries of Qin Canglan, Wei Liulang, and Wei Ting were her forte, and she had enough medicine to treat them.

There was no targeted medicine for smallpox, and she did not even have clinical treatment experience, because smallpox had long gone extinct in her previous life.

“Go to sleep first. I’ll look at the medical case again.” “I’ll accompany you.” Wei Ting also took off his night clothes.

Su Xiaoxiao didn’t refuse.

She took out a pen and paper and seriously wrote down two medical cases.

One was her observation and diagnosis just now, and the other was the observation and diagnosis of the imperial physicians she had seen from the young prince’s house. She memorized them word for word.

When the two medical cases were placed together, the schedule of the young royal prince’s illness was clear.

She listed more than ten prescriptions and pondered over them repeatedly before confirming the final medicine plan.

“I brought all these herbs. I have to buy the rest… I’ll go to the pharmacy tomorrow.”

She took out a collar.

Wei Ting realized that she had the habit of talking to herself when she was immersed in her work. It was not abrupt. Instead, it was a little serious and cute.

Wei Ting rested his elbows on the table and supported his temples with one hand as he looked at her meaningfully.

Su Xiaoxiao didn’t know that Wei Ting was so close to her. After circling the last herb, she turned her head and almost kissed him.

She was stunned. Looking at his slightly curled lips, she couldn’t help but think of the kiss that had been interrupted by Fu Su.

She swallowed.

Wei Ting suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of her head, covering her soft lips.

Unlike her light touch, his kiss was domineering and hot, enveloping her with his unique hormonal scent.

Su Xiaoxiao’s heart thumped as if a deer had crawled into it.

He slowly let go of her and rubbed her soft and swollen lips with the calloused fingers of his thumb.

Her chest heaved violently, and her breathing was rapid. Her eyes were misty.

She touched her burning cheek.

They had clearly done more intimate things. Why was she still so flustered by his kiss?

After midnight, it suddenly rained heavily in the capital.

A carriage escorted by the Black Armored Army sped over from the heavy rain and stopped outside the back door of the Moon Chasing Inn.

The coachman opened the back door of the carriage, put down the board, and held up the oil-paper umbrella. “Sir, we’re here..”