Shen Jiao burst into tears, "Everything else can pass, but this is something I can't get over."

Chen Bao, who prided himself on being the most experienced person who had seen countless storms, slapped his thigh and said, "Hey, I don't believe it. Tell me what you think, and I'll give you some advice."

Shen Jiao blinked. "I'm losing my hair."

Chen Bao: "Don't be afraid, hair loss is normal. How old are you?"

"Sixteen, I guess."

"Holy crap, so small, there's no hope for him." Chen Bao was terrified. He touched his lush, green hair and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, thank goodness I'm not bald."

"..."

Shen Jiao's heart is dead.

She lost her hair at sixteen, so she'll lose her teeth at seventeen, suffer kidney failure at eighteen, experience memory loss at nineteen, and be able to rest in peace at twenty.

This is just too tragic.

"What should we do, Your Majesty? The young lady is suffering from hair loss. She used to be able to eat three bowls of rice a day, but now she can only eat one bowl." Wang Fu was so anxious that he forgot to eat and sleep, wishing he could pluck half of his white hair and transplant it onto Shen Jiao's head.

Ji Yan touched the teeth marks left by Shen Jiao on the back of her hand. "Where is Liang Heng?"

Wang Fu said, "A few days ago, Young Master Liang sent a message saying that he encountered a rainstorm, which caused a landslide and delayed his journey for a few days. Judging from the time, it will be tomorrow or the day after."

Ji Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, "Have Liang Heng take a look at her."

"Are you sure, Your Majesty?" Wang Fu exclaimed in alarm. "Are you serious, Your Majesty? It's common knowledge that the Liang family, a renowned family of physicians, has a history of male pattern baldness. Won't it just get worse with treatment?"

Ji Yan: "..."