"Centennial ginseng, Tian Shan snow lotus, plantain..." The imperial physicians quickly found the necessary medicinal herbs and brought them up.

Yun Qingran quickly prepared the ingredients, then crushed them, wrapped them in gauze, and dripped the juice of the herbs into Jun Molin's mouth.

"Will Your Highness feel better after eating these?" Pei Chen asked Yun Qingran.

Yun Qingran did not answer. These medicinal herbs were only used to prolong life; Jun Molin's injuries were more serious than they had imagined.

"His Majesty the Emperor has arrived! His Majesty the Empress has arrived! His Highness the Imperial Concubine has arrived!" The eunuch's loud announcement rang out at the entrance of the Imperial Hospital.

Before the announcement had even finished, the Emperor had already strode in. When he saw Jun Mo lying on the bed, he stiffened, his lips trembled, and he asked Pei Chen, "What happened? How did Lin'er get injured?"

Pei Chen lowered his head, thinking about how to answer in a way that would absolve Yun Qingran of any blame.

The prince was injured because of Miss Yun. If the emperor were to take his anger out on Miss Yun because of this, the prince would be furious.

“Your Majesty, it was I, your humble servant.” Yun Qingran’s eyes were red. “His Highness the Prince of Beihan was injured while shielding me from a sword.”

“Your Majesty, the situation was critical at the time, so it’s no wonder Miss Yun was in danger,” Pei Chen quickly stepped forward to explain.

"You seductive vixen caused the Northern Cold King to suffer serious injuries, and you still blame him?" The Imperial Noble Consort taunted, flicking the handkerchief in her hand.

"Shut up. It's only natural for a man to protect a woman. This matter is not Yun Qingran's fault at all." The Emperor turned to the side and glared fiercely at the Imperial Noble Consort.

Yun Qingran was stunned. The Emperor loved Jun Molin so much, and he was seriously injured while saving her. She thought the Emperor would take his anger out on her, or even on the Zhen'an Marquis's mansion.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I know I was wrong." The Imperial Noble Consort reluctantly curtsied and apologized.

The Emperor clearly dotes on Prince Beihan, and even though Prince Beihan was seriously injured saving Yun Qingran, the Emperor doesn't blame Yun Qingran at all. It's truly baffling what he's thinking.

"Qingran, how is the Northern Cold King?" The Empress wiped away her tears with her handkerchief and asked Yun Qingran, her voice choked with sobs.

The Empress's action earned her a gentle look from the Emperor.

"Seriously injured, but not in mortal danger," Yun Qingran replied to the Emperor. The Emperor looked back at her, and the two stared at each other for several seconds.

"Yes, Yun Qingran, you must do your best to treat the Northern Cold King. Everyone in the Imperial Hospital will cooperate with you." After the Emperor finished speaking, he looked at Jun Molin, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Yun Qingran nodded heavily.

"Alright, since the Prince of Beihan is not in mortal danger, I will return now." The Emperor turned and left the Imperial Hospital with the Empress and the Imperial Noble Consort.

When the palace maids, eunuchs, and imperial physicians saw the emperor's demeanor, they all began to speculate.

"His Highness the Prince of Beihan should be alright; the Emperor has already left."

"I just heard Princess Rongchang say that the Northern Cold King is out of danger."

"That's good. If something were to happen to His Highness the King of Beihan, what would happen to Beiyin and the border?"

...

Although the palace appears isolated, in reality, any disturbance within the palace can be detected by the ruling dynasty, and if the ruling dynasty knows, the common people will also know a little bit about it.

The rumors that the Northern Cold King was about to die, which had been circulating for an hour, were immediately changed to the fact that His Highness the Northern Cold King was only injured and not in mortal danger.

In the stillness of the night, Yun Qingran treated Jun Molin's wounds, gently wiping away the bloodstains with a clean handkerchief soaked in strong liquor.

Suddenly, the door opened gently. Yun Qingran turned her head and saw the Emperor and an old man with white hair and a youthful face. Both of them were wearing black cloaks, and if they hadn't taken off their hoods, they would have been completely unrecognizable.

"This humble woman greets Your Majesty." Yun Qingran showed no surprise; she had known the Emperor would come. She calmly stood up and curtsied to him.

"When we're alone, there's no need for such formalities," the Emperor said gently to her.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After Yun Qingran finished speaking, she also gave a junior's bow to the white-haired, youthful-looking old man who had come with the emperor.

"How badly is Lin'er injured?" the Emperor asked.

During the day, when Yun Qingran told him that her son was out of danger, she hinted to herself with her eyes that she wasn't telling the truth.

She was clever; she knew that Lin'er was the Northern Cold Prince of Beiyin, and she couldn't let the officials and people know that his life was in danger. Otherwise, the morale of the border troops would be unstable, and if Southern Chu took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, the border would be in grave danger!

"With a damaged heart and lungs, the chance of survival is only 10%," Yun Qingran said heavily.

According to her assessment, the cardiopulmonary trauma was significant, and in modern times, immediate surgery would greatly increase the chances of survival. However, surgery was not an option in this era.

First, the sterile surgical environment did not meet the requirements; second, the surgical equipment did not meet the requirements; and finally, there was no strong anesthetic.

Upon hearing this, the emperor staggered, and if the old man behind him hadn't caught him, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Elder Chang, please help me look at my son." The Emperor turned around, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture to the old man behind him, and pleaded earnestly.

"Now that I've come with you, I will do my best to treat the Northern Cold King." The old man helped the emperor up.

"Thank you, Elder Chang. Please, Elder Chang." The Emperor bowed and gestured for the old man to proceed.

At this moment, he was not the emperor of a great nation, but simply a father who hoped for the health and safety of his child.

The old man nodded, walked forward, sat on the stool by the bed, and began to take Jun Molin's pulse.

"Your Majesty, I am sorry. It was I who harmed His Highness the Prince of Beihan." Yun Qingran apologized to the Emperor in a soft voice.

The Emperor reached out to stop her, and replied softly, "This is not your fault. If Ashi were in danger, I would have rushed forward to shield her from the sword without hesitation. A true man stands tall and upright. If I cannot even protect the woman I love, how can I talk about protecting the millions of ordinary people under heaven?"

Who knew the Emperor was such a pure-hearted warrior!

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yun Qingran expressed her sincere gratitude, then asked him softly, "Your Majesty, who is this old man?"

"He is a legendary physician named Chang Baicao," the Emperor replied softly.

Just as the two finished speaking, Elder Chang had finished taking Yun Qingran's pulse. He looked at her and asked, "Little girl, did you treat his injury?"

"Yes," Yun Qingran replied politely.

The other party is an elder in age and a senior in experience, so one should be humble and respectful.

"You little girl, your medical skills are remarkable." Old Chang stroked his white beard, looking at Yun Qingran with admiration, and then continued, "The Northern Cold King's injuries are serious. If it weren't for you, he would have died within an hour of being injured. The reason he is alive now is entirely due to your medicine and silver needles keeping him alive."

"Thank you for your praise, Elder Chang," Yun Qingran said modestly.

The Emperor was not exaggerating; this Elder Chang, who practices herbal medicine, truly deserves the title of divine physician.

Yun Qingran guessed that Elder Chang's skill in traditional Chinese medicine was definitely superior to hers. If they were to really compare, with her own Western medical theories and treatments, the two should be evenly matched.