A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

"Brother, hurry up, or they'll die of heat!" Zhou Ruo tugged at Zhao Jinzhong.

Zhao Jinzhong's gaze swept over the bucket behind him, which was about half full of water.

He walked over quickly, picked up the bucket, and poured water on himself.

"Young General!" The doctors were all startled.

Especially Dr. Yu, who has taken care of Zhao Jinzhong for so long.

Zhao Jinzhong has just recovered from a serious illness. In this weather, if a bucket of cold water is poured on him, his body might not be able to handle it.

Soaked to the bone, Zhao Jinzhong led Zhou Ruo into the fever ward.

"Brother, I'll be quick!" With the ice toad's chilling energy, Zhou Ruo only needed to give each soldier a needle to make it work.

Zhou Ruo quickly administered water vapor needles containing the icy toad's chill to the five soldiers closest to the outside of the ward.

The heat from the five soldiers' bodies quickly subsided.

After Zhou Ruo finished treating five people, she had to rest for a while.

"Brother, just stay there and watch me, it's so hot here."

Zhou Ruo instructed Zhao Jinzhong to stay in the area near the soldiers who had just been cooled down, so that it wouldn't be too hot.

She already possessed spiritual energy protecting her, and with the added chill of the ice toad, the heat waves from the heatstroke couldn't affect her.

Zhao Jinzhong stood less than a meter away from Zhou Ruo, staring intently at her, his eyes gradually welling up with tears.

By the time Zhou Ruo finished giving acupuncture to the ten soldiers, Zhao Jinzhong's face was already flushed from the heat.

"Young General, Miss, we're here to help!"

Doctor Yu, along with several other doctors, followed Zhao Jinzhong's example and thoroughly soaked themselves with water.

Then they found some large pieces of cloth, wet them, and several people used the large wet cloths to fan the ward.

The stuffy and oppressive atmosphere in the ward was quickly enlivened by the flow of air.

Standing next to Zhou Ruo, Zhao Jinzhong no longer felt so uncomfortable.

He can help Zhou Ruo pull up the wounded soldier's sleeves and take off his clothes, so that Zhou Ruo only needs to give him acupuncture.

After Zhao Yucheng finished training the soldiers and handling important military affairs, this was the scene he saw when he arrived at the wounded soldiers' camp.

Their own two children treated seriously ill soldiers in the sweltering heat of the wounded area, while doctors took turns going in and out with damp cloths to fan away the heat.

Zhou Ruo spent half an hour curing nearly twenty soldiers suffering from fever, and now she looked tired.

Zhao Jinzhong picked her up. "Ruoruo, let's go out and rest for a bit!"

Zhou Ruo felt a little weak, so she put her arms around Zhao Jinzhong's neck and nodded.

"Zhong'er, Ruo'er, how are you?" Zhao Yucheng asked with concern.

"Daddy, I want to drink some water, and I also want to eat some watermelon."

Zhao Yucheng took Zhou Ruo from Zhao Jinzhong's arms, "Alright! Father will have someone bring the fruits over right away."

Zhao Jinzhong took the kettle from Doctor Yu and handed it to Zhou Ruo.

Zhou Ruo gulped down half a pot of water and felt much better.

Soon, the soldiers brought two large watermelons.

Zhao Yucheng cut the watermelon into several pieces with his bare hands.

Zhou Ruo picked up a large slice of watermelon, but instead of eating it, she handed it to Zhao Jinzhong.

"Brother, here! Eat quickly!"

Although Zhou Ruo couldn't express it, she knew that Zhao Jinzhong must have felt even worse than she had just been in that environment.

Zhao Jinzhong took the watermelon from Zhou Ruo, his heart skipped a beat, and he stood frozen in place, holding the watermelon in both hands.

He stared blankly as Zhou Ruo turned around, picked up a slice of watermelon, sat down on the ground, and began to eat it in large bites.

She spat watermelon seeds all over the ground.

"Brother, why aren't you eating? It's too heaty inside, and you've just recovered..."

Zhou Ruo didn't have time to say anything more; eating watermelon was more important.

Zhao Jinzhong glanced at the watermelon in his hand, then at Zhou Ruo.

He took a bite of watermelon and glanced at Zhou Ruo.

Is this what sibling affection is like? So heartwarming, so touching.

This was a warmth and affection that Zhao Jinzhong had never experienced before.

Zhou Ruo reduced the heat in the fever ward by more than half, and the doctors gradually moved the cured soldiers out of the ward.

After eating two slices of watermelon, Zhao Jinzhong felt much better.

"Ruoruo, there are still twelve left. Aren't you tired? Can they still be treated?"

Zhou Ruo stood up, let out two burps, wiped her wet little mouth with her sleeve, and yawned.

"It can be cured, it can be cured, brother, let's continue!"

After saying that, she went back into the ward to prepare to give the injection.

Doctor Yu and the others were reporting to Zhao Yucheng about how Zhou Ruo had cured all the soldiers suffering from cold-related illnesses.

Zhao Yucheng looked at Zhou Ruo, who was giving acupuncture to a soldier suffering from fever, with mixed feelings. This child has really become a god.

Zhou Ruo was later carried out by Zhao Jinzhong.

Unlike before, this time Zhou Ruo had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

"Father, Ruoruo is all cured." Zhao Jinzhong's mood was somewhat heavy.

From last night until now, he has personally witnessed how Zhou Ruo, a child even younger than himself, healed so many wounded soldiers.

And even though he was so exhausted from treating her that he fell asleep, his spiritual power only increased slightly.

Just now, before Zhou Ruo fell asleep, she gently told him that his spiritual power had recovered to 40%.

In such a harsh, high-temperature environment, she administered acupuncture to more than thirty wounded soldiers, but in the end, she only gained one point of spiritual power.

Even a beggar shouldn't have to struggle to get a single steamed bun!

Zhou Ruo was his younger sister, the daughter of a first-rank general of the current dynasty, and could have lived like a little princess.

But in order to restore some kind of spiritual power, she had to desperately run among countless injured people.

Is this the destiny of doctors?

Just carrying Zhou Ruo out of the injury ward for those few steps, Zhao Jinzhong struggled with so many thoughts.

"This child has worked hard. Zhong'er, take your sister back to rest!"

Zhao Yucheng felt a pang of sadness when he saw Zhou Ruo so exhausted from working for his soldiers.

Doctor Yu followed closely behind and said, "Yes, young general, take the young lady to rest. There's no need to rush the rest of the wounded soldiers."

Zhao Jinzhong carried Zhou Ruo and carefully walked towards the tent.

As he was about to leave the wounded soldiers' camp, he heard Zhao Yucheng ask Doctor Yu, "When will Doctor Qin return?"

Doctor Yu: "I don't know. Should we send soldiers to search for it?"

Zhao Yucheng: "No need."

That night, Zhao Jinzhong sat outside his tent, gazing at the starry sky, pondering the events he had witnessed in the military camp over the past two days.

The doctors were all poisoned, and the old ailments of wounded soldiers with cold symptoms relapsed. Spores invaded the soldiers' camp, but the mother spores were buried deep in the soil...

This series of seemingly unrelated events, when put together, led Zhao Jinzhong's thoughts to one person—Doctor Qin.

"Zhong'er, aren't you going to rest?" After finishing his work, Zhao Yucheng saw his son sitting alone outside the tent and went over to him.

"Father," Zhao Jinzhong replied.

Zhao Yucheng: "What are you thinking about?"

Zhao Jinzhong: "I'm thinking... Doctor Qin."

Zhao Yucheng was taken aback at first, then felt a surge of relief.