When it was daybreak, several imperial doctors came to visit, but were stopped outside the bedroom by Miss Jun.

"Miss Jun, what do you mean?" the leading doctor said unhappily.

"The meaning is very clear. I don't want you to steal my skills." Miss Jun looked at them and said, "Or frame me."

The imperial doctors' faces turned pale.

What are you talking about!

"What nonsense are you talking about."

"What do you think of saving lives and curing illnesses?"

The imperial doctors all rebuked him.

"My bet with you has nothing to do with curing illnesses and saving lives." Miss Jun interrupted them, "You can't cure His Royal Highness Prince Huai, so you've handed the matter over to me. So I'll make the decision here. If I listen to you, who will be responsible if the disease can't be cured?"

Nonsense, of course it’s yours, the faces of several imperial doctors turned pale.

"How arrogant! Do you think you are in Jiuling Hall?" an imperial physician shouted.

Princess Jiuli, who originally didn't care about what was happening outside the bedroom, paused slightly and turned her gaze away from Prince Huai to look at the door.

The girl stood at the door, her small body seemed like a single person blocking the way for ten thousand men to pass.

Nine-year-old...hall?

Lu Yunqi's figure blocked her sight, and he walked over and stood behind Miss Jun. He was much taller than Miss Jun, and he stood behind her and looked over her head.

The imperial doctors outside the door became even angrier when they saw him.

"Master Lu, please take a look and listen to what she said."

"This is sheer nonsense."

They talked one after another.

"Whoever is treating you, listen to him." Lu Yunqi said, looking at them, "Do you still want to treat it?"

Of course they don't want to treat it, otherwise why would they let Miss Jun come.

The imperial doctors' expressions froze.

"I don't care whether it's nonsense or not." Lu Yunqi continued, "Whether it's nonsense or not, it depends on the result."

If we can cure Prince Huai, then it doesn't matter how ridiculous and absurd the situation is.

If the disease cannot be cured, no matter how careful you are, it will be useless.

The imperial doctors looked at each other. When something happened to Prince Huai, the emperor would not really do anything to the healers because of the empress dowager's advice, but Prince Lu Yan would not care.

Even if the emperor tried to stop them, he still beat the ministers who came to petition for the emperor's orders until they were bleeding and two of them died on the spot.

What did the emperor do to him? On the contrary, the emperor used him.

This is a knife. It has no rules, no reason, and no human feelings. It can cut and kill at will.

Forget it.

"We are just worried about His Royal Highness Prince Huai." The doctors said, with a bit of grievance and helplessness, "It's up to you."

Having said that, he turned away.

Miss Jun looked at the palace maids and eunuchs standing on both sides of the door.

"None of you are allowed to touch anything that belongs to me," she said, "otherwise it won't necessarily be my responsibility if Prince Huai can't be cured."

The palace maids and eunuchs looked at each other in bewilderment. They could not bear the accusation and they all took a few steps back.

Miss Jun then turned around and saw Lu Yunqi like a wall behind her.

"Including you, Lord Lu." She said calmly without retreating.

A trace of confusion flashed across Lu Yunqi's eyes, and he looked down at the girl. When he saw this face, his expression returned to normal.

Jun Zhenzhen has been arrogant since childhood, his words are not eloquent, he does not know his place, he has no respect for elders, and he acts only according to his own will.

This is arrogance, not magnanimity.

There was a hint of disgust in his eyes. It was a humiliation for her to think of her because of such a person.

He walked past Miss Jun and went out.

Although the imperial doctors were unable to meet Prince Huai, there were no secrets in Prince Huai's mansion, so they still knew that Prince Huai's condition had not improved.

"I knew she was just bragging."

"Why didn't you say it was cured in three days this time?"

"I don't know what kind of torture Prince Huai has suffered."

Jiang Youshu interrupted the imperial doctors' gloating discussions with a light cough.

"As long as she can cure Prince Huai, she can do whatever she wants," he said, "as long as she is determined to save people."

"Sir, the key is that she is not wholeheartedly trying to save people." said an imperial physician.

"It's okay to save people with a second heart." Jiang Youshu said, "As long as it can save people, don't say she won't let us see her treatment now, if she cures me, let me kneel down to her, I'm willing to do it."

"Sir, you are truly a compassionate doctor." The imperial doctors all sighed.

Jiang Youshu said nothing more and picked up a medical record.

These imperial doctors didn't know, but he knew from the Imperial Guards that the emperor was not very happy with the Fang family who held the imperial edict of the previous emperor.

After all, who would want a merchant, especially such an arrogant merchant, to hold the imperial edict?

For this reason, the emperor would never have any good feelings or kindness towards Miss Jun.

Furthermore, no emperor would want another person with the same reputation to inherit the throne.

Doctors need to be kind, but before being kind to others, they should take care of themselves first. If they are gone, it does not matter to them whether others live or die.

What's wrong with kneeling? What's the harm in kneeling before a dying person? When she dies, this behavior will become an anecdote to prove her own character.

…

Seeing Miss Jun bringing in the medicine, Princess Jiuli took the initiative to hold Prince Huai in her arms.

"You come to help His Highness calm down, and I'll feed him the medicine." She said, taking the spoon from the medicine bowl held by Miss Jun.

Miss Jun hummed without saying anything, then reached out and touched Prince Huai's chest.

After a burp, Princess Jiuli scooped up the medicine and slowly fed it into Prince Huai's mouth.

"How old are you this year?" she suddenly asked.

Miss Jun was stunned for a moment and glanced at Princess Jiuli.

Jiuqi is sick, but he still has the mood to chat with the young ladies of ministers.

"Fifteen," she said, then reached out and touched King Huai's chest.

"She will be sixteen next year," Princess Jiuli said, "and a grown-up girl."

Miss Jun lowered her head and answered yes, secretly curling her lips.

"Is this clinic passed down from your ancestors?" Princess Jiuli asked again.

So that’s why. You just heard the imperial doctors mention the name of Jiulingtang.

Miss Jun lowered her head and stroked Prince Huai's chest, the corners of her mouth slightly curved with a hint of embarrassment.

Are you shocked? Do you think it's a coincidence?

Lu Yunqi's gaze was looking over at him from behind, becoming increasingly gloomy.

Miss Jun lowered her head a little.

"Yes," she said.

Prince Huai burped again, and Princess Jiuli fed him medicine. After feeding him the medicine, she looked up at Miss Jun.

Miss Jun was also looking at her.

Their eyes met and Princess Jiuli smiled slightly.

"It's a nice name," she said.

Miss Jun felt a little sad, and smiled slightly.

"Yes, thank you, Princess." She said, lowering her head and massaging the prince's soothing medicine again.

Princess Jiuli said nothing more and turned her gaze back to Prince Huai. She took his hand and gently patted his shoulder.

When the medicine was fed in again, Miss Jun raised her head.

“My ancestors named the clinic in the hope that everyone would live a long life,” she said.

Princess Jiuli looked at her with a gentle expression.

"So, I hope His Royal Highness Prince Huai can live a long life." Miss Jun said.

Princess Jiuli smiled.

"Thank you for your kind words," she said.