The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

Leng Feng explained anxiously, as if the end of the world was approaching.

"Princess, the prince has been feeling weak lately, as if his muscles have been pulled, and his heart aches from time to time, causing him to almost doubt his life.

The doctors all shook their heads and said that the prince was not sick, but it was obvious that the prince was seriously ill!

Princess, now only you can save the prince!"

Liu Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat. She certainly knew what Leng Feng was talking about.

She had been feeling unwell recently and had been relying on the magical water to keep herself alive every day, but she had already finished today's portion in one gulp and almost licked through the bottom of the bottle.

She groaned secretly in her heart.

This is how to do?

The magic water has been used up today. We can't let her use her saliva to treat the prince's illness, right?

With no other options, Liu Yaoyao could only return to the palace to take a rest and think of a solution tomorrow.

She got on the carriage, sat next to Prince Ling Chenyu, and began to take care of him.

Leng Feng was outside with the coachman, driving the carriage forward quickly.

The quack doctor standing by was delighted as he watched all this.

Hehe, the princess and the prince are in perfect harmony, it looks like I can really make a fortune this time!

He quickly packed his bag and couldn't wait to follow Liu Yaoyao into the carriage.

But just as he was about to jump onto the carriage, it had already sped away, leaving behind only a cloud of dust.

He stood there in a daze, his mouth full of dust, stamping his feet in anger.

"Hey, why is the princess walking so fast? My big money sponsor, please don't run away!"

The quack doctor dusted himself off in annoyance, looked at the carriage going away, and swore secretly in his heart.

Humph, you ran fast this time, it won’t be so easy next time!

He packed his bag and set out on his journey of deception again...

Ling Chenyu was carefully transferred to the luxurious guest room of the Zhennan Palace. The entire palace was filled with a tense atmosphere.

After getting off the carriage, Liu Yaoyao staggered into the room, as if all her strength had been drained out. She sat down on the edge of the bed and almost fell down.

The two men's eyes were filled with worry and anxiety, but their bodies were like deflated balls, unable to exert any strength.

They struggled for a long time before they managed to crawl to each other's side and held each other's hands tightly.

Every time I speak, I have to take a long breath, as if I am running a hard marathon.

Ling Chenyu decided not to waste any more words. He used the little strength he had left to pull Liu Yaoyao onto the bed. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms, as if looking for the last bit of comfort in each other.

That night, the two were restless and their dreams were filled with horrific scenes about life and death, disease and the future.

It was not until the sky turned pale that they gradually woke up from their exhaustion.

As soon as Liu Yaoyao opened her eyes, she immediately took out the bottle of precious magic water from her arms.

She carefully fed it into Ling Chenyu's mouth, her eyes full of anticipation and nervousness.

However, as time passed, although Ling Chenyu recovered some strength, his condition still showed no signs of improvement.

He was still pale and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

Liu Yaoyao felt mixed emotions.

She couldn't help crying and beat her head.

"What should I do? What should I do? Why doesn't this magic water work?"

Ling Chenyu looked at Liu Yaoyao's anxious expression and felt mixed emotions.

He forced a smile and comforted her, "Yaoyao, don't cry. Maybe this is fate. We have tried our best, haven't we?"

After hearing this, Liu Yaoyao burst into tears.

She hugged Ling Chenyu tightly, as if she wanted to merge him into her body.

"No! I won't accept my fate! I must find a way to cure you!"

Just then, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the door.

It turned out that Leng Feng rushed in with a white-haired old man.

The old man held the cane that seemed to be full of wisdom in his hand, with an elusive smile on his face, and walked in leisurely: "Your Majesty, Princess, I came here specially to take a look!"

The old man sat down beside the bed, one hand gently on Ling Chenyu's pulse, and the other hand leisurely stroking his white beard, as if he was playing a silent symphony.

Leng Feng whispered the old man's identity to the two of them.

It turned out that this old man was Master Leng Ying, also known as the Miraculous Doctor Lin.

When Liu Yaoyao and Ling Chenyu heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in their eyes, as if they had seen a life-saving straw.

However, as time passed, the old doctor Lin's brows became more and more furrowed.

He switched from his left hand to his right hand, then from his right hand back to his left hand, and even took Liu Yaoyao's pulse.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the whole room seemed to be shrouded in an invisible pressure.

Several pairs of eyes looked at the old doctor Lin, expecting him to give a satisfactory answer.

Old doctor Lin stroked his beard frequently, and even beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"This... The pulses of the prince and princess are steady and strong, and their bodies are very healthy. There is no sign of any illness at all."

When these words were spoken, Leng Feng and Leng Ying who followed were stunned.

They looked at each other, totally unable to believe their ears.

The person is in this condition, and you say he is not sick?

"Miss doctor, please take a closer look. The prince is clearly terminally ill. How could he not be sick?" Leng Feng urged anxiously.

But old doctor Lin waved his hand and said helplessly.

"I have been practicing medicine for many years, but I have never seen such a strange pulse. The prince and princess are indeed not sick, but why they are so weak, I really can't figure it out."

At this time, Ling Chenyu suddenly spoke.

"Godly doctor, I have a humble request. Could you check if there are any toxins or other abnormalities in my body?"

Old Doctor Lin pondered for a moment, then nodded and took Ling Chenyu's pulse again, as if trying to find some hidden clues from it.

But unfortunately, his brows were still furrowed and he looked confused.

"My Lord, Princess, I have confirmed again and again that you are indeed in good health, with no signs of illness or poisoning."

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, their surprise evident in their words.

King Gan Chenggong of Zhennan rushed in, covered in armor and covered in dust.

He had just returned from the front line of suppressing bandits. When he heard the news that his daughter was critically ill, he was extremely anxious and rushed straight to his daughter's room without even taking off his armor.

"My dear daughter, how are you?"

Gan Chenggong asked anxiously as he entered the room, his sternness forming a sharp contrast with the concern on his face.

Liu Yaoyao lay on the bed, her face pale, and shook her head weakly.

Gan Chenggong was furious and turned to glare at the old doctor Lin.

"You quack! My daughter is in such a bad condition, and you still say that she is in good health? How do you treat illnesses?"

The old doctor Lin was overwhelmed by the momentum of King Zhennan and felt extremely guilty.

He is well-known for his medical skills, but he didn't expect to encounter such a difficult problem today.

He knew very well that his words had disappointed and angered the prince, princess and everyone present, but he was really helpless.