asingly rapid.The water in the bathtub was crystal clear.She noticed that Namgung Yeop's certain part had suddenly changed."Nan Gong Ye…"Before she could finish her words, Nangong Ye's kiss landed on...As soon as the old woman spoke, Zhang Jin's face turned pale with fright. 。Zhang Jin: "Mother, this is the doctor, not... what you think!"Even if he had a thousand and a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to even think about the princess!After coughing violently, the old woman recovered her strength. Even her brain, which had fainted from coughing, was now slightly clearer. 。The old woman, instead, tightly grasped Qingxuan's hand: "Doctor, I'm afraid my illness is beyond cure." 。Over the years, if it weren't for this old bone of mine dragging Ah Jin down, he would have been married and had children by now. 。"Doctor, how is our Ah Jin doing"

Zhang Jin had just finished explaining when he heard his own mother take in his explanation. 。

Unexpectedly, Mother still tried to match him up with the Princess.

Zhang Jin was anxious and hurriedly explained again: "Mother, Dr. Ji is already married."

Don't say that anymore. 。The old woman, looking at the bright-eyed young woman before her, had thought that she would be able to see her son find a wife before she died. 。It turned out to be a joyless experience. 。

Then the old woman began to tear up and her eyes turned red.

Qingxuan had come into contact with too many patients. Combining the old woman's words just now, Qingxuan immediately understood why the old woman was heartbroken. 。

Qingxuan: "Grandmother, don't be sad"

Though your illness is serious, it can be cured. 。This time, Qingxuan didn't even need to use a scanner to determine that Zhang Jin's mother had pulmonary edema caused by lung infection. 。Such pulmonary edema doesn't even require surgery. 。

Ching spun around and pulled out a bottle of medicine to inject the old woman.

Though Zhang Jin already had an understanding of Qingxuan's medical skills, seeing something he had never encountered before made his heart pound. 。

Zhang Jin: “Wang… Ji Daifu, what is this”

Seeing Zhang Jin's nervousness, Qing Xuan explained: "This is a medicine. After injection, your mother will have a good sleep. When she wakes up, the pain in her lungs will be much relieved."

This is a miracle drug from the 25th century. 。

Qingxuan: "Just need to inject this medicine three times, your mother's illness will be almost cured"

Sun Da's face was a bitter and melancholy smile when she heard Qingxuan's words. 。

Sun's grandmother: "Doctor, you have been comforted by me

My situation is clear. I understand my condition, even the great gods of heaven can't save me now. 。I'm just… my only regret now is that I can't see Ah Jin get married. 。If Heaven would allow me, Old Jin, to marry a wife, I'd rather die right now. 。"Mother! You won't die! Doctor Ji is a divine physician, she said you will live well, you will definitely be fine!" 。Qingxuan stood beside Grandma Sun and frowned. 。Though the air was thick with the cloying scent of plum blossoms, it couldn't mask the stench of death wafting from the burial ground. 。Just as Zhang Jin was excited that his mother had been saved, Qingxuan poured another bucket of cold water on him. 。

Qingxuan: "It's not necessarily nothing..."

As soon as Qingxuan's voice came out, Zhang Jin's heart sank. 。

Zhang Jin hurriedly asked, "Doctor Ji, what do you mean"

Qing Xuan: "What I mean is that if you don't move now, even if I cure your mother's illness, she has a high probability of being infected again and developing lung disease.

"Moving Why" Zhang Jin was astonished.

Qing Xuan explained, "You and your mother live near this graveyard, and the sinister wind there keeps blowing over here..." 。 。Breathing in air with too much dust for too long can make you sick, even if you are healthy. 。Moreover, your mother's health isn't good. 。And the reason you haven't fallen ill is because you've spent so long within the palace. Even when you return home to rest, your robust physique is evident. 。Hearing this, Zhang Jin’s face brightened. If his mother's illness could be cured, why was she frowning again 。brink of death now. 。But his body was already as empty as a hollow, oil-lamp burned out. Even with my careful tending, my husband could only live for five more years at most. 。His legs...Speaking of w...