The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 71 Jiang Jinshuang, I will never betray you.

"A doctor?" Jiang Jinshuang looked up.

"Yes, the doctor said that you must go to meet him in person, otherwise he will leave."

This peculiar personality...

A figure appeared in Jiang Jinshuang's mind.

With a sharp look in her eyes, Jiang Jinshuang raised her eyebrows and walked out of the mansion without thinking!

Outside Wenshan Pavilion.

A man in a blue and white robe, with clear and handsome features, looked towards the gate of the mansion upon hearing footsteps.

Jiang Jinshuang recognized the person at a glance!

Her eyes brightened, and joy flashed in Jiang Jinshuang's eyes: "Mr. He!"

—He was He Weijing, the military doctor who served with Prince Ruiyang's army back then!

This is the person Jiang Jinshuang has been searching for!
He Weijing's face was rather cold, but when he saw Jiang Jinshuang, his expression became clear and serene.

Jiang Jinshuang suddenly remembered that He Weijing should not know her.

"Ah, Mr. He, I've heard so much about you. I am Prince Ruiyang's son—"

“I recognize you,” He Weijing said calmly, his tone undisturbed.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and hurriedly said, "Since Mr. He has come here, I should greet him with courtesy. However, I would like to ask if Mr. He can help the Chief Minister of Shange who has been ambushed and is in critical condition?"

He Weijing: "I heard about it from the people when I came to the capital. Let's go."

Jiang Jinshuang was overjoyed and led He Weijing into Wenshan Pavilion.

Outside Pei Du's bedroom.

He Weijing frowned slightly as he looked at the imperial physicians standing inside and outside the bedroom: "Clear them all out, it's too crowded."

Jingmo, who was standing to the side, was unaware of He Weijing's background. Hearing him say this, he asked in a slightly cold tone, "Who are you?"

Jiang Jinshuang stepped forward: "Jingmo, listen to him, trust me."

Jingmo glanced at He Weijing, then turned to look at Jiang Jinshuang.

Finally, he nodded slightly and asked all the imperial physicians to leave Wenshan Pavilion.

He Weijing then glanced at Jiang Jinshuang: "Wait for me here."

"Thank you for your help, Mr. He."

He Weijing went inside.

Jingmo glanced worriedly in the direction of the bedroom, then whispered to Jiang Jinshuang beside her, "Your Highness, what is this person's background?"

"The King of Hell sets up a deadly trap, but he alone opens the door to life."

Upon hearing Jiang Jinshuang's words, Jing Mo's eyes widened in astonishment: "The contemporary medical sage—Mr. He Weijing!?"

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and said, "Your husband is quite lucky."

Jingmo could hardly contain his jaw: "But, but isn't there a rumor that Mr. He accompanied His Highness Prince Ruiyang in the army some time ago, and then traveled the world and passed away?"

How could they suddenly appear in the capital?!
And... is that world-renowned medical sage really that young?

"What a terrible mouth."

As soon as Jingmo finished speaking, He Weijing wiped his hands with a damp towel and calmly walked out of the bedroom.

Realizing he had misspoke, Jingmo quickly clasped his hands in apology: "Mr. He, please forgive me, I misspoke!"

He Weijing had a stern and clear expression, but showed no emotion.

"Mr. He, my wife's injury..."

He Weijing said calmly, "Minor injury, minor poisoning."

As he spoke, he took out paper and pen and wrote out a prescription: "Go get the medicine according to this prescription, decoct it for him, and I will deal with the arrow in his shoulder later."

Jingmo's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you so much, Mr. He! Mr. He's kindness is immense, I will certainly..."

"Shut up, you're so noisy," He Weijing interrupted impatiently.

It is said that doctors are benevolent, but this Mr. He has a very strange temper.

Jingmo wasn't angry at all. He smiled, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and hurriedly went downstairs to find someone to prepare the medicine!
For a moment, only Jiang Jinshuang and He Weijing remained outside the bedroom.

Jiang Jinshuang nodded slightly to He Weijing: "Thank you for your help, Mr. He. If it weren't for you today, Lord Pei would probably be in grave danger."

He Weijing didn't speak, but his gaze fell on her.

He stepped forward and reached out to touch her neck.

"hiss--"

Only then did Jiang Jinshuang realize that she had suffered a graze on her neck. The arrow must have grazed her; in the rush of the moment, no one else had seen it, and she herself hadn't noticed.

He Weijing frowned, his expression darkening: "You only care about others, not yourself."

Jiang Jinshuang blinked.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that this Mr. He...

They seemed to know each other quite well?
While he was still in a daze, He Weijing wrote another prescription: "Go and find someone to get the medicine and take it."

Jiang Jinshuang smiled nonchalantly: "It's just a minor injury, sir, no need to worry."

Even if the injury is toxic, she can easily overcome it with her constitution.

Upon hearing Jiang Jinshuang's words, He Weijing's expression grew even colder, his handsome brows furrowing slightly: "I'm a doctor, and you're a doctor?"

Jiang Jinshuang: "..."

So fierce.

But I need someone's help.

Jiang Jinshuang could only chuckle awkwardly and glanced at the prescription: "Mr. He, can licorice be used to detoxify?"

He Weijing calmly replied, "No."

"Then why did you add licorice to it?"

He Weijing glanced at her and said, "I'll teach you a lesson so you'll suffer a bit."

Jiang Jinshuang: "..."

……

He Weijing's medical skills were indeed superb.

After taking that bowl of medicine, Pei Du's complexion improved considerably.

Jingmo looked at the arrow still lodged in his shoulder and asked with some concern, "Mr. He, how should we treat the wound on my master's shoulder?"

After taking the medicine, Jiang Jinshuang was completely fine.

He Weijing glanced at Pei Du without any emotion, then said, "You can leave now. I'll take care of things here."

Jingmo completely trusted Mr. He. He carefully put Pei Du down and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Jiang Jinshuang didn't dare to disturb them and prepared to leave.

Before she could even lift her foot, He Weijing spoke up: "You stay."

Jiang Jinshuang stopped in her tracks: "What does Mr. He need me to do?"

He Weijing said calmly, "The arrow in his shoulder went straight through his scapula. If he wants to avoid any lingering injuries, he needs to find the right moment to pull it out from between the bones."

After a pause, He Weijing said, "In the entire capital, only you can do it."

The next second, Jiang Jinshuang's expression darkened slightly, and her eyes turned cold: "Does the master know that I know martial arts?"

He Weijing turned to Jiang Jinshuang and asked, "Does Your Highness know how many physicians there are in the entire Wan Jin?"

He paused, then answered his own question: "Including the barefoot doctors, there are a total of 6,739 people."

"Among these six thousand-plus physicians, four thousand one hundred and twelve are proficient in the four diagnostic methods of 'observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation,' nine hundred and thirty-one can treat patients using only 'observation, auscultation, and palpation,' and seventy-three dare to diagnose and treat patients using only 'observation and auscultation.'"

Finally, he spoke in a cold voice: "And in the entire Wan Jin, only I can judge the skill level of a newcomer with just one glance."

That's incredibly arrogant.

But when He Weijing said it, it was inexplicably convincing.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang smiled and asked, "Then, Mr. He, could you please keep this a secret for me?"

It seemed that he hadn't expected Jiang Jinshuang to ask such a question.

He Weijing frowned at first, then looked at her seriously.

He sighed with a hint of helplessness, his tone softening slightly.

"Jiang Jinshuang, of all the people in the world, I will never betray you."

Jiang Jinshuang had never studied physiognomy.

But at that moment, her intuition told her that everything He Weijing said was true.

She took a deep breath and asked earnestly, "What does Mr. He need me to do?"

He Weijing then turned to look at Pei Du, who was still unconscious on the bed.

"Take off his clothes."

(End of this chapter)