ons became agitated. He roared back, "How could I not want to save A Yue! It's just..."The killer hesitated, his eyes once again filled with a dim and hopeless light.Just now the killer's neck was rai...At this moment, the emperor gazed at the wound on Qingxuan's hand and wished with all his heart that he himself was the one injured.

A group of imperial physicians were brought in by Zhou Dequan.

"If you cannot cure the Crown Princess's hand, you will all die!"

The emperor's furious voice echoed through the inner chamber, causing the hurriedly summoned imperial physicians to drop to their knees in fear, trembling all over.

"What are you all just standing there for! Treat him!"

The physicians immediately rose and rushed to Qingxuan's side, surrounding her and checking her hand.

Seeing this scene, Qingxuan suppressed the smile in her eyes.

She was a top physician in the 25th century, performing surgeries that even machines couldn't handle. These were intricate internal surgeries. Even if the Emperor himself had come to stop her right now, she had already calculated everything meticulously.

Her hands could get injured, even to the point of damaging tendons.

But such injuries are not irreparable.

It just takes time.

At this time, all the imperial physicians were sweating profusely, carefully examining the wounds on her back with utmost care, not daring to be even slightly negligent, for fear that they would lose their heads.

After a moment, the physicians let out a collective sigh of relief.

The emperor beside them had been watching the physicians' reactions intently. Seeing their expressions relax, a stone lifted from the emperor's heart.

"How is the Empress Consort's hand"

The imperial physician, Zhang Qiming, bowed to the emperor and replied, “Your Majesty, while the Crown Princess’s injury affects her tendons, it is not severe. With a month and a half of rest, she should make a full recovery.”

Zhang Qiming thought that when the Emperor heard that the Empress Consort's back injury could be cured, his face would soften.

Unexpectedly, I saw the emperor's face turn even darker.

Today, Qingxuan came to the palace. The emperor hoped that Qingxuan could cure him today.

This tumor disease not only tormented him mentally, keeping him from sleep and causing him endless anxiety, but also physically tortured him, making every moment of his life a torment of pain.

...the pain was reduced to a bearable level under the treatment of the physicians, it was just slightly uncomfortable.

Now it's fine, this season Qingxuan really dares to be useless in front of him!

The emperor glared at Zhang Qiming with hatred, scaring him so much that he didn't even dare to take a deep breath.

"Is there a way to shorten the treatment time for Her Royal Highness's injuries"

Zhang Qiming, whose face was as pale as death, knelt directly before the emperor.

Zhang Qiming: “Your Majesty, please forgive me! As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a serious injury. To allow Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess to recover within half a month is the utmost my humble self could do.”

The emperor, furious, kicked Zhang Qiming in the chest with one foot, sending him crashing to the ground.

As soon as he thought of this, that in the world besides Qingxuan, all the imperial physicians present were unable to cure his tumor, the emperor became even more furious. "Useless! All of you are useless!"

Zhang Qiming knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing to the emperor.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. It is Zhang Qiming's incompetence. Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

The emperor turned his head and looked calmly at Qingxuan.

At this moment, I feel that this emperor is more expressive than the best actor on stage.

The emperor's eyes held hatred, suppressed anger, but also worry and panic.

Finally, the emperor's voice softened and became much more gentle.

The dog emperor looked at her and asked, "Empress Consort, your medical skills are far superior to these quack imperial physicians. Can your hands cure him within three days"

Qingxuan let out a cold laugh in her heart.

Even if she could, she would say she couldn't.

In the emperor's anxious gaze, Qing Xuan pursed her lips and replied, "Your Majesty, my skills as a physician lie in treating internal ailments. I am most adept at curing flesh tumors. What I am least skilled at are these bone-deep external injuries."

The Emperor: “You!”

The current emperor doesn't know if Qingxuan is lying or truly incapable of healing.

The Emperor glared at Qingxuan, but in the end, he suppressed the anger in his heart.

The emperor took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, I agree to your request."e her by her side as a maidservant, she would find it too degrading!Ji Qingxuan doesn't even have the qualifications to stand beside Nan Gong Ye!Ling Ruo: "Your Majesty, these words must be fabricated...