Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

On the first day of the fifth lunar month, at Lin'an Hall.

A faint fragrance wafted to her nose on the breeze. Princess Yongning, sitting by the window, twitched her nose, rested her chin on her hands, and stared blankly out the window.

The incense in the room was similar to the one she wore, yet there were also some differences.

The flowers outside the window are beautiful; they were probably planted by someone who loves life. It would be even better if there were more, as just a few blooms seem a bit lonely.

She had been lost in thought for a long time, so long that a faint sadness had crept into the princess's beautiful eyes.

In Lin Zhimin's view, the princess's fair back was covered with countless silver needles.

It was somewhat terrifying, yet it also evoked a sense of pity.

"Dr. Lin, how is my illness?"

As usual, the straightforward question did not receive an immediate answer.

Similar things had happened countless times, so many that Jun Yunxin herself couldn't remember them all, so many that she gradually lost hope in it.

She knew she didn't have long to live.

Gazing at the sunlight outside the window and feeling the unique vitality of early summer, Jun Yunxin appeared extremely calm.

The person basking in the sunlight simply twitched their nose, leaned against the windowsill, and let the sunlight fall on them.

Having read countless medical books and practiced medicine for fifty years, Lin Zhimin had never seen a person in such a condition before.

It's safe to say that if the woman before us weren't a noble princess, she would have died long ago and wouldn't be alive today.

Even as a princess, it is a miracle that she has survived to this day; it is the result of the combined efforts of countless medical masters.

Putting aside everything else, the sachet that Jun Yunxin was carrying was made by his senior sister, the Valley Master.

That familiar smell was one he often encountered back when he was still in Medicine King Valley; it was his senior sister's favorite formula when she was young.

The simple question made Lin Zhimin frown, and he couldn't give an answer for a long time.

It's hopeless, just wait to die, not worth treating.

This was Lin Zhimin's immediate conclusion, but the patient was Princess Yongning, the emperor's favorite princess.

And it must be because they truly love it; otherwise, there would be no way they would use so many spiritual items on her.

He certainly couldn't say that the princess was sentenced to death, otherwise the old man would die before the princess did.

The royal family doesn't really like to reason with people.

"Dr. Lin, there's no need to worry. Yunxin knows her own body well and can simply tell you the truth."

Looking at the woman by the window, Lin Zhimin hesitated for a long time before speaking in a tone that was as gentle as possible.

"The princess's body is maintained by spiritual objects, but it is still deteriorating. It is a miracle that she can maintain her current state."

"I am but a humble commoner, lacking in knowledge and understanding, and truly do not know how to cure it completely. However, if it involves only some minor adjustments, perhaps there are some methods."

Perhaps she had heard similar words countless times, Jun Yunxin's expression did not change. She simply raised her hand and caught a fallen flower blown by the wind.

"How to treat it?"

"Using wood and water elemental spirits as the foundation, supplemented by the secret techniques of Medicine King Valley, should make the princess feel better."

"Are you getting a lot of needle pricks? Do you need surgery?"

The person by the window spoke softly, but with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Seeing the princess, who was clearly putting on a brave face, Lin Zhimin couldn't help but find it amusing.

Not admitting her fear of pain was probably Jun Yunxin's last act of stubbornness as a princess.

With Lin Zhimin's keen eyesight, he could naturally tell.

The princess in front of us has grown up immersed in medicine since childhood. She is probably still alive because she has tried various treatments.

The methods used by Medicine King Valley are indeed somewhat frightening to ordinary people.

Putting everything else aside, that brat surnamed Mu is ungrateful.

It was clearly meant to help him regulate his body, eliminate toxins, and clear his meridians.

That brat was spouting nonsense, saying he'd rather die than be treated by him, and that seeing his treatment methods had already cured him.

How ridiculous! A grown man like him is afraid of getting medical treatment.

It's just a matter of inserting 128 needles in five breaths.

That is, the needles were a little too close together, more than a dozen at a time, so the blood flowed a little more, covering half of my back.

What's the big deal?

That's contaminated blood! How can it be the same as normal blood?

"Princess, there is no need to worry. The treatment will focus on pharmacology; one acupuncture session per month is sufficient."

Having realized that the princess was different from ordinary people, Lin Zhimin became much more cautious in his speech, unlike when he communicated with Mu An, where he was very direct.

The chosen treatment plan is also relatively mild, focusing on pharmacology with other methods as supplementary.

Having practiced medicine for many years, he knew how to comfort patients; he just needed to treat this princess like a child.

Just as Lin Zhimin had expected, Junyun, who had been frowning, visibly cheered up after hearing that no surgery was needed, revealing her first smile of the day, and her voice became much lighter.

She used to get acupuncture every seven days; it would be wonderful if it could be reduced to once a month!

"Will it be very bitter?"

"Adding some sugar to the decocted medicine is also acceptable."

Will it work?

"If the supply of spiritual items can be guaranteed, living another three to five years shouldn't be a problem."

"Three to five years! Really?"

His voice suddenly rose several degrees, no longer as steady as before, filled with joy and excitement, and even trembled.

"Please don't deceive me, Dr. Lin. Just tell me the truth."

Looking at Jun Yunxin, who had moved from the window to stand in front of him and was now staring intently at him, Lin Zhimin did not look away, his aged gaze meeting hers.

"Three years is not a problem, and if the treatment is done properly, five years is also possible."

"Excellent! Excellent! Doctor Lin truly lives up to his reputation as the second elder of Medicine King Valley! It is indeed an honor for Yunxin to come here on your Valley Master's advice!"

Before she could finish speaking, Jun Yunxin had already grabbed Lin Zhimin's hand tightly, and her address changed from "doctor" to "miracle doctor." She shook his fair hand vigorously, completely abandoning her previous composure.

"Dr. Lin, just tell me what you want. As long as Yunxin can live a few more years, just name your price."

In just a few words, Lin Zhimin already knew who had pushed this big trouble onto him and disturbed his peace.

His senior sister, the Valley Master, was probably annoyed by the court's interference and knew that he had studied the relevant pathology, which is why she pushed this sick princess to her side.

Although she felt a little resentful about her senior sister's behavior, Lin Zhimin did not show it and maintained her original smile.

The patient is the patient, and the senior colleague is the senior colleague; these are two different things.

If he were in the same position, he would do the same thing.

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, and the master of Medicine King Valley is not the most skilled in medicine.

Or rather, in the field of medicine, one cannot simply compare skill levels based on superiority or inferiority.

Each member of the elders' council in Medicine King Valley has their own area of ​​expertise in medicine.

Each has its strengths and weaknesses.

Princess Yongning's congenital illness was precisely the area that Lin Zhimin had researched.

Speaking of which, he was only seventeen years old when he first started his research, a time when he was full of vigor and ambition.

The reason I was able to calm down and focus on my research was because I wanted to do something for my senior.

A severe congenital heart disease, an incurable illness.

In my youth, I spent ten years overcoming this challenge and snatched my senior sister back from the clutches of death.