Jun Jiuling

Physician Jiang once made an appointment with me, and I will treat people he can't cure, and now I'm here to fulfill the bet.

What does this mean?

This is called provocation!

Hearing the doorman's report, the imperial physicians were stunned and then angry.

"It's too much."

"And don't even look at what time it is."

"Kill her away."

Everyone said one after another, but Jiang Youshu raised his hand to stop it.

"She said she came to promise?" He looked at the gatekeeper and asked, "Does she know who I am treating?"

It should be known, the gatekeeper nodded.

Maybe they didn't know it at first, but now that the news that King Huai had acne has spread, everyone in the capital will know about it, and Miss Jun will definitely know about it too.

"She knows." Jiang Youshu repeated with a lot of meaning.

She knows that King Huai is sick now, so does she know who King Huai is?

Could it be that she thinks that the prince's status is noble, so she can take the opportunity to make a name for herself?

It was so young and naive.

"In that case, please invite her..." Jiang Youshu said.

Before finishing speaking, the imperial doctors in the room stood up.

"My lord can't."

"How can my lord let her treat King Huai?"

Such a big reaction? Is it anger or fear of taking on the challenge?

The gatekeeper was a little surprised.

"Prince Huai is so honorable, why did he let this yellow-mouthed child see him?" An imperial physician sensed his loss of composure, coughed lightly, and said solemnly.

That's true, acne is an incurable disease, so the gatekeeper bowed his head and retreated.

Seeing the gatekeeper leave, the imperial physicians in the room immediately stood up a few steps.

"My lord, this is not a joke." An imperial doctor said, "You can't let Miss Jun see you, after all..."

After all, what King Huai had was not acne.

They used some medicine to make King Huai show acne symptoms, fooling other people and even other doctors, but Miss Jun couldn't guarantee it.

After all, no matter how disgusted or unconvinced, Miss Jun's medical skills had to be admitted these days. Regardless of whether she was as good as she boasted, she must have some real skills.

King Huai's true condition cannot be known to outsiders.

Of course he also knows this, Jiang Youshu thought, but this is an opportunity.

He picked up the teacup and turned it slowly.

"First of all, King Huai's illness is indeed very serious. Even if it is not acne, it is as fatal as acne." He looked at the imperial doctors and said, "The reason why we say it is acne is just to let the people understand that King Huai This time the disease is serious and ferocious."

It means that you are not afraid of being pointed out by Miss Jun that it is not acne?

The imperial physicians looked at Jiang Youshu with puzzled expressions.

"She pointed out that we misdiagnosed, it is not a shameful thing, as long as she can be cured." Jiang Youshu said, "We are doctors, as long as the patient can be cured, we can do anything."

Several imperial physicians looked at each other, the reason is the same, but...

"What if she can't be cured?" An imperial physician blurted out.

Jiang Youshu raised the teacup to his mouth.

"Then there's nothing we can do about it," he said. "We can't be blamed."

After all, he took a big sip of tea.

Then you can't blame us.

The imperial doctors looked at each other, so it was so.

King Huai's illness must be incurable, and King Huai's identity is special after all. Although the illness has now been changed to an incurable disease, there must still be some discussion about what happened.

If someone insists on being a scapegoat, why not do it.

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Miss Jun and Liu'er stood outside the door for a long time, the hospital even closed the door.

"Miss, will he be afraid and dare not agree at all?" Liu Er said with a look of disdain.

Miss Jun looked at the closed door and smiled.

"No," she said, "he won't be afraid, he'll be happy."

Her brother was ill, and it was a joy for many, and it was an opportunity for many.

For her, it is also an opportunity.

I am happy to be able to move forward by stepping on the tip of the knife, even if it hurts.

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Seeing the imperial doctors comprehend the meaning and went to see Miss Jun, Jiang Youshu put down the teacup with a slightly more complicated expression than before.

The imperial doctors are very happy because they think that someone will come out as a scapegoat if they can't be cured.

He thought more, he even thought that she could be cured.

Jiang Youshu took out a booklet that was included in a medical case, which was the record about Jiulingtang sent by Jin Yiwei, and he added some in the past few months.

This girl has extraordinary medical skills. Although he is reluctant, he has to admit this fact.

And this girl is not stupid, although she has the heart of fame and fame, her actions seem absurd and arrogant, but she is delicate in every step.

Now that she has come forward, this disease is very likely to be curable.

However, he was not worried or afraid that she could be cured, because this was not something to be happy about.

Jiang Youshu closed the booklet, because the sick person is King Huai.

The emperor lost his temper because of King Huai's illness, and the empress dowager protected the imperial physicians. It seemed that they were trying their best to treat the illness without any worries, but in fact it also showed that they were not to blame if the illness was not cured.

Don't blame them if it can't be cured, so what if it is cured? Are they to be blamed?

Jiang Youshu picked up the teacup and took another big sip, the lingering aroma of the tea was pleasant.

Some reputations are worth having, and some reputations are decapitating.

Young people, still young and naive.

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Seeing several imperial physicians approaching, the gatekeepers were busy asking questions.

Do you want to drive people away or arrest them?

"Open the door and invite her to come in." said one of the leading imperial physicians.

Did you want to invite me in? Did you really agree? The gatekeepers hurriedly opened the door thinking in their hearts, but they were stunned when they opened the door.

There was no one outside the door.

"Where are people?" The imperial physicians also stood up and said in astonishment.

"My lord, it was really outside just now." The gatekeepers said hurriedly.

It's not that they deliberately amuse adults.

They hurriedly looked to both sides, the Liubu Yamen Street in winter was quiet and no one was there.

Could it be that he was dazzled just now? Is it a dream? That can't be everyone dreaming together.

"Probably because I said it and got scared, so I ran away?" said a gatekeeper.

Ran?

What the hell!

"I want to run now, it's too late!" An imperial doctor said with a livid face, "Go to Jiulingtang."

Miss Jun didn't run away, she was just caught and dragged into a side alley suddenly.

Liu er, who was knocked unconscious by the blow, was thrown against the wall, and Miss Jun was pressed against the wall.

"Zhu Zan, what do you need from me?" She asked calmly, neither surprised nor annoyed.

It's as if they were meeting on the street and nodding and saying hello.

Zhu Zan let go of her hand, but he didn't back away, just pretending that she was blocking the wall.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"It's nothing, I'm here to fulfill my bet with Doctor Jiang," Miss Jun said.

She was never afraid of him, and always seemed calm.

Zhu Zan frowned and looked down at her.

"Do you know who King Huai is?" he asked.

Miss Jun smiled, so did he want to stop it?

Did everyone expect King Huai to die?

What she wanted to say, Zhu Zan spoke first again.

"I'll make a deal with you." He said, looking at Miss Jun, "If you cure him, I'll save your life. If you can't cure him, I'll save the Fang family's life."

what did he say.

Miss Jun stared at him in a daze, her eyes twitched inexplicably, and she seemed to be unable to see anything clearly for a moment.

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I don't even know what day of the week it is. How many shifts a day seems to be an extra week.