Forced to die for his loyalty, he was reborn in the arms of the cold and cruel regent!

After asking around in the local village, I learned that the Miracle Doctor Gu Li was indeed a miracle doctor with extremely advanced medical skills.

Shen Mengyao asked about the appearance of the miracle doctor so that she could recognize him the first time she met him.

Unexpectedly, these people had different opinions and gave different answers.

"The miracle doctor is an old man with a youthful face and white hair. He looks like a Taoist immortal. Maybe he is an accomplished Taoist master."

"No, no, it's a middle-aged dark-faced man with a big beard."

What's more, some even said it was a young girl.

Shen Mengyao frowned: "Are there many people in this Divine Doctor Valley? Are all of them skilled in art?"

"Then I don't know. No one has ever been there. We just met each other. It's fate."

After everyone finished speaking, they dispersed without further investigation.

Shen Mengyao just felt extremely tired. Until now, there was no definite news. Qi Sui'an's poison would not take effect under the doctor's acupuncture. It was unknown how long this situation could last. His life was in danger at any time.

Luo Chuan was beside her, he opened the water bag and handed it to her: "Princess, don't worry too much, this matter can't be rushed."

"I'm just too anxious. The prince's illness can't be delayed any longer." Shen Mengyao pushed the kettle away.

Luo Chuan looked at his absent-minded appearance, sighed slowly, and asked hesitantly: "Do you care so much about the prince?"

Shen Mengyao was stunned by his question. After a moment's pause, she said, "I don't know either. Seeing him lying on the hospital bed, I felt as if I was also lying there, on the verge of death. Moreover, he was seriously injured because of me. No matter what the reason is, I have an obligation."

Luo Chuan looked at her expression and seemed to have understood a lot. The little hope that had just sprouted in his heart also disappeared indifferently?

Because of the difference in status, perhaps we shouldn't have had any hope from the beginning.

He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly realized: "The princess has given me a new life, no matter what, I am willing to follow her."

Shen Mengyao suddenly smiled: "What are you doing? You're suddenly so formal."

"It's just that I suddenly felt something in my heart, and I have to tell the princess about it." Luo Chuan said with a smile: "No matter what happens in the future, I will always stand by your side."

Shen Mengyao smiled and said, "Okay, we should go now. We must find a miracle doctor today, otherwise we can't stay here forever."

Luochuan nodded.

The two climbed to the top of the mountain without saying a word. When they reached the middle, they suddenly saw a woodcutter resting there. The woodcutter saw them and suddenly waved his hand: "You two young men look really strong. How about helping me carry this pile of firewood up the mountain?"

The woodcutter looked quite old, and even had some difficulty walking. The rugged mountain road was indeed difficult to walk on. Shen Mengyao wanted to go forward to help, but Luo Chuan held her back: "Time is running out, let's forget it. We must find a miracle doctor as soon as possible."

"We have to go up anyway, so it's just a matter of convenience." Shen Mengyao took the initiative to pick up a basket of firewood and put it on her back.

"You lead the way."

The woodcutter shook his sleeves and glanced at Luo Chuan: "Your fellow travelers have already agreed, why don't you help me carry the firewood?"

Luo Chuan was very angry at her tone, but since Shen Mengyao had already spoken, he had no choice but to carry the firewood on his back angrily. After walking for about an hour, he finally saw a courtyard in the misty mountains.

"Do you live in this place? You seem like a hermit."

"I'm just a woodcutter, how can I be a hermit? You've helped me carry firewood for so long, I should invite you in for a cup of tea. Come in." The woodcutter pushed open the wooden door, and there was a different world inside.

Surrounded by bamboo forests, under a paulownia tree, there is a chessboard. It seems that he lives a life in the human world without the noise of carriages and horses.

After the woodcutter went in, he brought out a pot of tea and poured a cup for each of them. The tea was not ordinary either, and it had a unique fragrance.

Shen Mengyao tasted the tea and felt that it was fragrant and had a unique cold aroma: "This tea is really good tea. It is not common in the world. There are indeed many good things in the deep mountains."

"If you like, you can stay and enjoy it." The woodcutter said as he walked into the room.

Seeing this, Shen Mengyao chuckled and declined, "No, we have something important to do, so we won't bother you anymore. Thank you for your hospitality, and I'll take my leave first."

Just as he finished speaking, the woodcutter came out, holding a round winnowing basket with some dried Chinese medicinal herbs in it. He put it on the shelf and fiddled with it casually, as if to let them do as they pleased.

Shen Mengyao's steps of leaving paused. Looking back, she saw the woodcutter taking out another thing and putting it on the rack to continue drying.

Although Shen Mengyao was not well versed in medicine, she could still recognize the appearance of these medicinal herbs. When she was doing the medicinal herbs business, she had seen all kinds of medicinal herbs. These medicinal herbs could be said to be of the best quality and were rare to see.

Luo Chuan saw her steps stop, turned around and asked in confusion: "Princess, why don't you leave? Time is running out, we have to find a miracle doctor quickly."

Shen Mengyao waved her hand, signaling him to stop. She turned around and watched him expose the herbs to the sun. She walked up to him and asked, "Did you pick these herbs?"

The woodcutter answered while busy with his work: "We live off the mountain. This mountain is a place of great natural beauty and abundant resources."

Shen Mengyao asked curiously, "The herbs you picked are all top-quality. Are you familiar with them? Are you the miracle doctor the villagers are talking about?"

The woodcutter narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't know any miracle healer. Please don't disturb me while I'm chopping wood."

Shen Mengyao was even more certain that the hermit living here was him, so she said earnestly, "Divine doctor, I have a very important patient who is now unconscious. Many doctors have seen him but all said it was useless. You are our last hope."

The woodcutter waved his hand and said, "You look ruddy, and you walked for an hour on the mountain road carrying firewood without even breathing hard. How can you look sick? Go away, don't bother me."

"Of course we are not the ones who are sick. We are seriously ill and it is difficult for us to walk on the mountain road, so we are here to find someone else, doctor. Please come down the mountain and help me save a patient." Shen Mengyao said earnestly.

"The people in the mountains only know how to use some herbs. How can they be called miracle doctors?" The woodcutter waved his hands and continued to fiddle with the herbs in his hand.