There were still imperial doctors kneeling on the ground outside.

Unexpectedly, the emperor was still guarding outside the door.

This was something Song Tingwan had not expected.

Does that mean he is deeply in love with Concubine Rong?

Song Tingwan couldn't help but shake off the goose bumps on her body.

If the emperor really loved her deeply, how could he have been so arrogant and domineering yesterday?

"Goddess, how is Concubine Rong? Is she really suffering from smallpox?" Xiao Qing's eyes were filled with worry.

Song Tingwan nodded and took off his mask. "It's likely."

Not to mention the emperor, even the eunuch Tai Sheng beside him was surprised.

Seeing that Song Tingwan was now exposed, Xiao Qing took a few steps back. "Goddess, do you have any way to heal her?"

Song Tingwan nodded, "It can be cured. I'll go back and get the medicine now."

Just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Song Tingwan added, "But I can't guarantee that it can be cured."

A breath caught in my throat.

The imperial doctors felt extremely tormented and their moods were very anxious.

The Emperor just said that if Concubine Rong cannot be cured, the entire Imperial Hospital will be in trouble!

Song Tingwan had no idea about this. She just took out a bottle of alcohol from her bag, handed it to Grandpa Taisheng, and taught him how to use it.

"Everyone who has just entered Concubine Rong's bedroom should spray this on themselves."

"During this period of time, people inside are not allowed to come out, and people outside are not allowed to come in. Those delivering food or other such things can just communicate at the door."

Xiao Qing waved his hand and said, "Do as the goddess says."

After saying that, Xiao Qing asked again: "Goddess, can you take my pulse to see if I have been infected with smallpox?"

It seemed as if a clock was struck in Song Tingwan's mind.

It turns out he's been staying here because he's worried he might get sick...

She thought she was worried about Concubine Rong's condition...

Oh.