Yan Xiao's pupils contracted, his face paled for a moment, and he quickly grabbed the old man beside him and rushed inside.

Li Huaqing's old bones are almost broken by him.

I wonder who this young man wants him to treat...

Once they reached the room, he understood why the young man was in such a hurry.

In all his decades of medical practice, this was the first time he had ever seen such a beautiful girl, with red lips, fair skin, and a small, delicate face.

Judging from her pale complexion, one could guess that she must have been plagued by illness since birth.

After taking his pulse, he sighed; he knew this century-old ginseng wouldn't be so easy to acquire…

"Is this your partner?"

Yan Xiao blushed slightly; he did want to.

Fortunately, he had asked Tang Lingling to leave as soon as he entered. Now that there were no outsiders present, he calmly began to speak:

"Well, not yet..."

Li Huaqing twitched his mustache and said, "Isn't it because you were in such a hurry to drag me here..."

However, judging from the boy's tone, it seems that the king is interested, but the goddess is not?

Yan Xiao was extremely anxious, but Old Man Li kept chatting with him...

"How is she? Why can't we wake her up?"

"This young girl suffers from angina, which is now called heart disease. I am currently unable to cure her. Moreover, given her physical condition, it is already remarkable that she has lived to the age of eighteen."

Yan Xiao's tall frame trembled slightly, and even his usually calm and composed voice trembled slightly:

"Not even you?"

Li Huaqing's ancestors were all doctors who treated nobles in the palace, and his father had also served as the director of the Imperial Medical Academy.

However, as times changed, his father had no choice but to take Li Huaqing and hide their identities to avoid the war.

Yan Xiao learned of this by chance, but now even Old Man Li can't do anything about it?

Seeing Yan Xiao's dazed look, she couldn't bear to tease him any longer.

"However, although this chest pain cannot be cured, as long as there is no external stimulation, and she can live like a normal person..."

"If I live a few more decades, this old man can still give it a try."

The man's face lit up with surprise; the ups and downs of his life were all contained in a single sentence.

"As long as you can cure her, I will find as many ginseng roots as you need!"

Li Huaqing is a doctor, and what doctor doesn't like medicinal herbs, especially rare and precious ones?

But considering how difficult it was for him to even obtain that one plant.

"No need for that. If you can really find it, keep it for that girl. I'm not greedy; one is enough for me..."

Thinking of his wife, he hoped this plant would be enough to support her until she was buried.

Sigh, they're all pitiful people...

...

Yan Xiao watched as Old Li gave her acupuncture for half an hour, but the little girl still didn't react.

One can't help but have a slight doubt about his confident medical skills.

Why is she still unconscious?

Li Huaqing rolled her eyes: "Who said she was unconscious? Couldn't she just be asleep?"

"Don't worry, you must trust my medical skills. Through my ancestral acupuncture, I will prescribe a few more doses of medicine later. That will ensure her safety for the next twenty years."

Knowing that she was asleep and not unconscious, he was relieved.

Upon hearing Old Li's words, he frowned.

"Only twenty years?"

Li Huaqing almost fainted from anger at his words.

"Do you know that if your beloved hadn't met me, this girl's life would have ended this year, barring any unforeseen circumstances?"

Twenty years and he still dares to complain it's not enough?

If he didn't genuinely need that century-old ginseng to save his wife's life, he would have loved to throw it in his face...

Yan Xiao looked terrified. If... if he had been any later, if he hadn't found Old Li...

He dared not think about it…

The treasure came to his side and then quietly left. Will he go mad...?

…………………………………………

Wen Qinghe, on the other hand, really went back.

Let's go back to last night.

The moon on the fifteenth of the lunar month is so round! Before she knew it, a month had passed since she transmigrated.

Looking at the bright, clear moonlight, I wondered if the energy of the full moon's light might be greater.

After all, the moon was full and round on the fifteenth of the lunar month when she traveled through time drunk.

She exposed the small mole on her left index finger to the moonlight and couldn't resist coming into the space again.

These days, the space has undergone earth-shattering changes, as if it has become its own little world.

Half of it is pristine natural forest with birdsong and fragrant flowers, while the other half is an empty, white space just like before.

As soon as she came in today, she noticed something different: without her noticing, the hourglass was almost empty.

She had always thought that the hourglass was related to changes in space, but now it seems that the hourglass is almost gone, and half of the space is still in a chaotic state.

Watching the last grain of sand slip through the narrow crack.

A flash of white light appeared before her eyes.