As soon as they dodged, the car from the Jingyue Palace arrived at the gate of the Jing'an Marquis Mansion.

Mrs. Chen saw from a distance that all the masters in the marquis's mansion came out, including the room that had just spoken to her second nephew.

Everyone greeted Zhao Jingyun and Lin Qingqian with a smile, even more respectful than to her.

Mrs. Chen's heart suddenly felt sour.

After seeing Lin Qingqian's pale face, Chen Jinjin suddenly felt happy. Lin Qingqian's complexion was too bad. Could it be that he was sick, right? It would be better if he was seriously ill. If he died, he would be more worry-free.

The suffocation in her heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

After Zhao Jingyun said a few words with a stern face, he took Lin Qingqian's little hand and was surrounded by everyone into the Marquis's mansion.

Seeing this, Chen Jinjin began to feel uncomfortable again. In broad daylight, no, it was getting dark, and Zhao Jingyun actually pulled Lin Qingqian's hand in public, which was also a disgrace to the customs...

Then she thought sourly, if she hadn't thought so much at the beginning and was determined to marry Zhao Jingyun, then would she be the one who is now doting on Zhao Jingyun?

She sighed secretly, thinking of the subtle relationship between the emperor and Zhao Jingyun, and comforted herself: Although Princess Jing's identity seems glorious, it is difficult to explain clearly what will happen in the future.

Zhao Jingyun is actually not as charming as she looks on the surface. Instead of living on thin ice, she would rather stay in the capital.

With the ups and downs of the Chen family's grandchildren, Zhao Jingyun and Lin Qingqian had already seen the eldest son of the Jing'an Marquis' Mansion who had only breathed a sigh of relief.

The patient's face was pale, his lips were all white, and he looked nothing bloody.

The doctor and Doctor Fang were very happy to see her and took the initiative to give up their position.

"I'm not feeling well and can't take a knife." Lin Qingqian sighed and explained, "You'd better find someone who can use the knife. At most, I can give you some advice on how to stop bleeding from Mr. Chang."

The surname of the Marquis of Jing'an is Chang!

The doctor and Doctor Fang saw that she was pale and tired, and he had guessed that she was feeling uncomfortable.

The two imperial physicians dared not be entrusted, and they did not dare to take the initiative to ask for her pulse.

A trace of light flashed in the eyes of Mrs. Jing'an Hou. After she respectfully bowed forward, she seemed to care about Lin Qingqian. "The princess is not in good health, so I can't offend the princess and ask the princess to come over. Doctor Tan is a medical doctor, so why not ask him to ask the princess for a safe pulse."

Lin Qingqian looked at her with a smile.

Mrs. Jing'an knew that today, she had offended Lin Qingqian and Zhao Jingyun, so she gave up. Under Lin Qingqian's sarcastic eyes, she did not dodge.

Zhao Jingyun's face was angry and was about to get angry.

Lin Qingqian took her seat without panic, "Okay."

She actually agreed to let the imperial physician take her pulse? Mrs. Jing'an Hou was a little panicked, and Lin Qingqian's reaction was completely beyond her expectations.

The doctor frowned slightly. Mrs. Jing'an Hou was really brave. Is she suspected that the princess was pretending to be sick?

Since Princess Jing agreed to ask for a pulse, the doctor was not able to refuse, so he had to come forward to test Lin Qingqian's pulse, and then TaiDi.

"The princess stayed up late in the past two days and suffered from a cold again. The official entrusted her to appoint two prescriptions for the princess to go back to recuperate for a few days, and then she would be able to recover slowly." The doctor gave the result.

Lin Qingqian nodded, "I've been feeling tired lately."

After the doctor and TaiDetective Fang looked at each other, she guessed that she might have suffered from physical discomfort because she had to work hard and not have a good rest for Ji Feishi.

The two of them highly praised Lin Qingqian, and the doctor carefully prescribed the prescription.

Original intention was very clever, and he took the prescription with a smile, then folded it in half and put it away.

"The princess's body is somewhat congenital. The lower official prescribed two medicines, one for treating wind and cold, and the other for recuperation. The princess might as well see if there is anything wrong with it." Although the doctor was happy that Lin Qingqian trusted him, he knew that Lin Qingqian's medical skills were above him, so he did not dare to be arrogant.

Lin Qingqian smiled and nodded, rubbed his temples with one hand and replied, "I naturally trust you. If the doctor does not treat himself, I will not read the prescription."

"The princess is not in good health, so she should keep it in the mansion. She will be tired all day long when she is worried about some dogs and cats." Zhao Jingyun's tone was very cold, obviously he was in a bad mood at this time.

Lin Qingqian waved his hand, "It's just a little cold, it's not too much. Prince, don't worry too much."

Jing'an Hou was anxious. Seeing Lin Qingqian's appearance, he clearly couldn't take care of himself. King Jingyue was in a bad mood and wouldn't he take the person back directly, right?

The couple watched coldly, and they were very curious about Lin Qingqian. It was said that the King of Jingyue was very precious to Princess Jing. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, it seems that King of Jingyue is even more doting on Princess Jing than the legendary one.

They just saw it very clearly that the prince kept holding the princess's hand and never let go of it.

Lin Qingqian didn't need Jing'an Hou to urge her, so she took the initiative to go over and test the eldest son for the pulse.

After the pulse was tested, she knew it. The young man from the Hou Mansion was as rumored as outsiders, and he was a lustful person. At a young age, his body was so deficient. He really died under a peony flower, and he was also romantic even if he was a ghost.

"Who are you in charge?" Lin Qingqian asked softly.

The imperial physician and the doctor looked at each other, and no one dared to show off. No one present was good at ulcer techniques. If one of them was not good at pulling a hairpin, it would be a death for someone to do so.

"Princess, the Imperial Hospital rarely uses knife to treat injuries. To be honest, the princess said that no one in the Imperial Hospital dares to take action." The doctor explained embarrassedly, "There is no knife allowed in the palace."

Even the imperial physician said this, so the doctors from the clinic were even more afraid to take action. Moreover, many of them were originally direct contacts in the imperial physician's family. This was thankless and they were even more reluctant to emerge.

When Jing'an Hou and his wife heard this, their faces became even darker. The couple cried silently and looked at Lin Qingqian with their eyes.

The one lying on the bed was their own son. If the princess didn't take action, they could only watch their son die.

Lin Qingqian sighed, she stepped back and stood farther, "It's not that I don't want to save people. Let me tell you the truth, in fact, it's not that I'm currently in this house, it's not appropriate to enter this house."

She briefly explained the virus and bacteria, and the couple of Jing'an Hou understood it immediately.

What to do? Those who can save people are sick and are not suitable to do anything. The rest of the people are not able to save people with a knife. How unfair God is to them!

"I hope the princess will show mercy." Mrs. Jing'an Hou knelt down to Lin Qingqian again.

"Only one breath is left, whoever uses a knife will treat the dead horse as a living horse. Don't say anything, in my eyes, the lives of all the people in your marquis' mansion are not as good as the princess." Zhao Jingyun sneered, "Believe it or not, I will settle your entire marquis' mansion now?"

When everyone saw Zhao Jingyun getting angry, no one dared to say anything.

Hou Jing'an repeatedly claimed the crime, and his heart was extremely sad.

Mrs. Hou's face was even more grim. She knew that she was trying hard, but that was her son.

"I don't want to say the extra words several times. If there is really no one to choose, and if your Chang family is willing to take a gamble, you can let the doctor in the royal palace try it." Lin Qing reminded them lightly, "Young Master Chang's situation is not optimistic. If you drag on it, you probably won't need to save it."

After the couple of Jing'an Hou looked at each other, Jing'an Hou finally made up his mind and agreed to let the doctor in the royal palace take action.

The doctor of the government first emphasized that it was his first time to get a knife, and he used to be the assistant of the princess.

Zhao Jingyun interrupted him unhappy, "It's all the way to the end before the knife is used. If he doesn't save him, he will die faster."

That's the case, but it sounds very unpleasant.

After the couple wrote a promise, the doctor of the government cleaned up and started preparing to take action after Zhao Jingyun's instructions.

Lin Qingqian did not leave. She rubbed her temples with one hand and sat outside the curtain.

She has a "sickness" in her body and cannot rely on the patient for too long. However, she still needs her guidance during the operation, so she can only hold on.

Mrs. Jing'an's face looked the most ugly. She stood behind Lin Qingqian with red eyes and gritted her teeth, serving her, and looked at her son. After all, she was still worried.

But the surgery is much smoother and better than anyone thinks.

"Young Master Chang is lucky." Lin Qingqian chuckled and thanked Mrs. Hou.

Mrs. Jing'an Hou kowtowed to Lin Qingqian in tears. She saw the doctor in the palace opening his son's abdomen and witnessing the entire operation. She knew very well that without Lin Qingqian's guidance, her son would have died.

Lin Qingqian knew that the doctor of the government had been learning with her for more than half a year. This time, he was just practicing with the surname Chang. The hairpin was sharp, without branches, and was inserted straight down, so the wound caused was very small. Such wounds are most suitable for beginners to practice.

"The princess's great kindness and virtue is unforgettable to the Chang family." Mrs. Jing'an Hou's attitude towards Lin Qingqian changed greatly.

Other doctors and imperial physicians went to chat with Lin Qingqian. If you can compete with experts, even if you get a few tips of advice, it might be a big improvement for the doctor.

"I am not feeling well today and have no energy and encourage you. Why not do this? After the sixth day of the New Year, we will take time to find a restaurant to chat with it." Lin Qingqian said with a smile.

Everyone did not expect that Lin Qingqian had made an agreement with her and was stunned for a moment.

Lin Qing smiled slightly, and she explained specifically, "I heard that the prices of medicines for each drug store in the capital have been negotiated. There are alliances between the drug stores? To be honest, I want to know more reliable medicinal materials merchants. I sell them in the production of medicines, and there are also many medicinal materials needed for the production of medicines. Pingyang's medicinal materials merchants count in just a few, and the prices are there."

So that's it! Everyone suddenly realized.

Each drug store has its own medicinal material suppliers. Generally speaking, drug stores are not willing to share these ways with each other. However, if they can win over a few medicinal material merchants for the princess and get on the line of King Jingyue, they are very happy.

The imperial physicians were also happy. They were forced to get too close to Lin Qingqian due to rules and some taboos, but the family used business as a bond. If the younger generations slowly got closer to Princess Jing, the emperor would not be angry about it.
Chapter completed!