Emperor Xuan He, wearing a regular dress, sat upright in the carriage, with an unpredictable look. His eyes occasionally passed by Du Tidian and Cheng Jinrong sitting opposite him.

It's useless to be so far. Du Tidian was quite calm.

Cheng Jinrong was even less nervous or afraid.

Emperor Xuanhe was extremely suspicious and left the palace in vain today. Not only did he hide it from the ministers in the court, but Empress Pei, Emperor Zheng and others were also hidden from him. The princes were even more unaware of it.

In order to cover up, only Eunuch Zhao was accompanied and served, and the other eunuchs were left in Baohe Hall. He Qi, Pei Zhang and other popular men in front of the imperial court were not brought by Emperor Xuanhe. The guards accompanying him all had strange faces.

These guards who do not show their dew are the true confidants of the emperor.

The carriage moved forward smoothly, and the carriage was filled with breathtaking dullness and quietness.

It took me a long time before Emperor Xuanhe opened his mouth lightly: "I will leave the palace in a very small way today, and you can just call him Master Yan Wu."

Emperor Xuanhe was named King of Yan when he was the prince and ranked fifth among his brothers. At this time, he gave himself the pseudonym Yan Wu.

Cheng Jinrong and Du Tidian agreed together: "Yes, Master Yan Wu."

Emperor Xuanhe nodded slightly and asked Du: "Have everything been arranged?"

Du Tidian replied in a low voice: "Don't worry, Master Yan Wu, I have already arranged everything. The people in that private house are my confidants, and they will never let go of any news."

"The patients who were taken to their private homes don't know the true identities of Dr. Cheng and me."

Emperor Xuanhe nodded and said nothing more.

Half an hour later, the carriage stopped outside the house. Dozens of guards quickly dispersed, and there were people everywhere inside and outside the house. Only two guards were left beside Emperor Xuanhe.

These two guards are both about thirty years old and have poor appearance. They are tall and strong, with brave eyes. They are obviously real masters!

Cheng Jinrong glanced calmly and quickly withdrew her gaze.

Du Tidian whispered to Cheng Jinrong: "The patient is in the A-shaped room. You should go see the patient first and make some preparations with licorice. After half an hour, start the diagnosis."

Cheng Jinrong nodded and agreed.

...

For this day, Du Tidian was indeed very careful and thorough in preparation. He specially selected one from several patients waiting to be treated, who was the closest to Emperor Xuanhe, and even his height was almost the same.

Du Tidian has already figured out the identity of this middle-aged man.

This person is a businessman in Jin, with his surname as Wu. After he got sick, he paid a lot of money to seek medical treatment. In order to seek medical treatment, he almost lost most of his wealth. Unfortunately, his illness was getting worse and worse. A famous doctor even asserted that he would not live for two years.

Du Tidian's confidant found this merchant Wu and said that he could cure his illness. Mr. Wu heard that the risk was less than 10%, so he gritted his teeth and responded.

He lived in this house for more than half a month and was not allowed to leave the house for a long time. He only saw licorice every day except for the servant who served food and clothing.

"Licorice girl," Mr. Wu sat on the chair, feeling nervous in excitement: "Will the doctor you mentioned really come today? Can I really cure my illness?"

Licorice smiled and said, "Don't worry! In the past six months, the lady has cured more than 60 patients like you. Only one died."

Wu Shangren: "..."

Before he decided to see the doctor, he knew that there were certain risks in the treatment. More than 60 patients died, and the rest were cured, which was extremely rare.

Seeing that Mr. Wu's face was a little pale, Licorice smiled and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, you are in your prime and don't like drinking and sex, and your health is pretty good. You should be able to hold on. Even if you can't hold on, you will have generous compensation. You don't spend a penny of money to cure your illness, and you can still get some money to get after you're cured. Such a good thing will not be found in the world."

Wu Shangren: "..."

Licorice girl, you are good at it, don’t comfort me. The more you comfort me, the more scared I am!

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open and a beautiful girl of sixteen years stepped in.

Licorice's eyes lit up, and immediately left the bitter-faced merchant Wu and rushed forward: "Miss! You're finally here!"

Cheng Jinrong smiled and nodded, walked to Mr. Wu slowly, and sat down in the chair opposite him: "Extend your left hand and I'll take your pulse."

Mr. Wu obviously did not expect that the "lady" in Licorice's mouth was so young and beautiful. He stretched out his left hand as he said, and his heart was up and down.

Can such a young girl really cure her illness?

Cheng Jinrong concentrated on his mind to take the pulse, then withdrew his hand after a moment, and opened his mouth and asked, "When did you start to have abdominal pain?"

“Six years ago.”

"When the disease is not on the same pathology, walking, sitting and lying down is no different from ordinary people. When the disease occurs, the pain in the abdomen is like a knife cutting, which is unbearable. Occasionally, you will feel nausea and vomiting, and there are symptoms of hematuria." Cheng Jinrong looked calm: "Is it right?"

They all agreed!

These days, no one has ever asked about his symptoms. The lady explained his symptoms clearly as soon as she opened her mouth. It can be seen that her medical skills are unique.

Mr. Wu's heart fell back into his chest, and a eager hope flashed in his eyes: "Yes, I'll ask the doctor to save my life. As long as my illness can be cured, I'm willing to use all my family wealth as a medical treatment."

Cheng Jinrong smiled slightly: "No need to do this. Come with me!"

Shangren Wu raised his heart again, responded honestly, and followed Cheng Jinrong to another room.

This room was really strange, with only a narrow couch three feet wide. The curtains were thick and dense, and many candlesticks were burned in the room, and several palace lanterns were hung on the roof.

Mr. Wu lay on the narrow couch and drank the bitter soup brought by licorice. Before he was unconscious, he was still begging: "Doctor, please save me."

"Okay." Cheng Jinrong promised softly: "I will definitely cure your illness."

Shangren Wu finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Emperor Xuanhe and Du Tidian stepped in at this time.

...

All the utensils needed were boiled in boiling water and placed on the plates at hand.

Several slender blades of different shapes, sharp scissors, and cold needles... They make people feel inexplicably afraid in their hearts when they look at them.

Cheng Jinrong picked up the sharp scissors first and cut all the clothes on the patient's waist and abdomen. When the room was quiet, there was only the sound of the scissors opening and closing.

Then, Cheng Jinrong picked up the usual sharp blade and landed it accurately on the skin on his waist and abdomen. With force, the flesh was cut open and blood instantly surged out...

Even though Du Tidian was used to seeing this kind of scene, his heart trembled every time he saw it.

Du Tidian subconsciously glanced at Emperor Xuanhe.

As expected, Emperor Xuanhe's expression was not very beautiful either.

It is one thing to know how to diagnose and treat, but it is another to witness it with your own eyes.
Chapter completed!