After seeing this, Ye Jing felt even more solemn. Why didn't His Majesty take the little prince away?
After a silent and somewhat anxious wait, Doctor Zhao finally arrived. The old doctor with gray hair didn't even bother to greet him. He squatted on the ground and took his pulse and picked his eyes.
Everyone opened their eyes to watch, only to see Doctor Zhao frown and sigh, "It's no use, huh?"
The old doctor glared and kept moving his hands, and he was really angry.
Her pulse was beating very slowly, but it was beating. Because it was too weak and too slow, everyone thought she had been dead for a long time.
"Quick, quick, bring me my medicine box!"
"Ginseng, bring me some ginseng."
Ye Jing was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the little prince. Could it be that His Highness had the power to make his words come true? Could he even bring the dead back to life?
The general was like this, not to mention the Silver Feather Guards who swore that they had sufficient battlefield experience and determined that Xiaohua must die.
Their brains seemed to be filled with water, and their eyes were as big as copper bells as they stared at the little fat boy.
The little fat boy, who was used to other people's crazy behavior, didn't care at all and happily helped the old doctor.
He is small and can't do much, but he is very efficient in handing things over.
Human beings' will to survive is sometimes as strong as steel.
Xiaohua, who was originally on the verge of death, recovered remarkably quickly after being treated.
But after just a few dozen days, her wound had scabbed over.
Hearing that Xiaohua was well, the fat boy came running over with his short legs. When Xiaohua saw him, tears welled up in her eyes. "Your Highness, from now on I am no longer anyone's child. Not Xiaohua anymore, I am just your general."
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