Sweet Dreams in Famine Years: The System Leads to a Brilliant Life

"Since you are determined to die, I will grant your wish!" the soldier said coldly, and then whispered a few words to another soldier next to him, who immediately turned around and walked towards the city. Before leaving, the soldier glanced back at Zeng Zhengen, obviously worried that she would take the opportunity to escape.

Zeng Zhengen stood quietly at the city gate waiting. Pan Yang, who was not far away, saw that she had not moved for a long time, and was worried that something had happened, so he hurried over.

"Girl Zeng, what's wrong? Are you in trouble?" Pan Yang asked with concern.

Zeng Zhengen shook his head and handed the notice he had just torn off to Pan Yang. After reading the notice, Pan Yang's face instantly became solemn.

"Girl Zeng, this is a notice from Prince Liang's Mansion, you..." Pan Yang was a little nervous.

Zeng Zhengen smiled and whispered to Pan Yang about her plan. She told Pan Yang that she would be taken into the city to treat the prince of Liang, so he and the villagers would need to wait for a while.

After hearing her explanation, Pan Yang was shocked. Although he knew Zeng was bold, he didn't expect that she would actually treat the prince of Liang. This was a big deal. If she made a mistake, her life might be in danger!

"Girl Zeng, how sure are you?" Pan Yang asked worriedly, with a tense feeling in his heart.

"Uncle Pan, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. This trip to the city to get treatment will definitely be successful. You just need to wait for me patiently outside the city, and I will come out as soon as possible." Zeng Zhengen answered confidently.

Although he still felt uneasy, Pan Yang saw that she was so determined and could not persuade her any further. He could only nod and remind her: "Then you must be careful and don't be reckless!"

Zeng Zhengen nodded and watched Pan Yang return to the group of villagers.

After a while, the soldier who had gone in to report came back. Seeing Zeng Zhengen still standing there, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that she would take the opportunity to slip away.

"I have reported the situation to Prince Liang's Mansion. Please follow me into the city." said the soldier, motioning Zeng Zhengen to follow him.

Zeng Zhengen nodded in response, then followed him into the city.

As soon as she entered Jinzhou City, Zeng Zhengen felt the prosperity of the city, which was much more magnificent than Lingzhou City. However, she had no time to care about these things at the moment, and only focused on following the officers and soldiers towards the direction of Liang Wangfu.

The Prince of Liang's Mansion was located in the most prosperous area of ​​Jinzhou City. After walking for about a cup of tea, the two arrived in front of the mansion. On both sides of the gate stood lifelike stone lions, which were extraordinary.

The officers and soldiers explained the situation to the guards at the door, and two guards immediately opened the heavy door.

"Miss Miracle Doctor, you just need to follow this guard in." The soldier said to Zeng Zhengen.

Zeng Zhengen nodded in thanks, but the soldier just snorted and turned away with disdain. Obviously, he did not believe that Zeng Zhengen was really a miracle doctor and thought she was just being clever.

Looking at the soldier's back like a sulky child, Zeng Zhengen shook her head helplessly. Before she could open her mouth to refute, she heard the guard who brought her in coldly say, "Why don't you come in quickly?"

Seeing Zeng Zhengen standing outside without moving, the guard thought she was scared and sneered, "How dare you come to Prince Liang's mansion with such little courage? You think you have too much life!"

The guard's tone was full of contempt, just like the attitude of the officer before. Obviously, he didn't believe Zeng Zhengen was a miracle doctor. Since King Liang issued the notice, people claiming to be miracle doctors have entered the palace every day. The guards saw that many of them were fakes, and they had long been disdainful of them. But due to King Liang's order, they had to let these so-called "miracle doctors" in.

Zeng Zhengen could naturally see the contempt in the guard's eyes, but she didn't say much. After all, facts speak louder than words. As long as she could cure the prince of Liang, all doubts would disappear. On the contrary, if she couldn't cure him, any explanation would be in vain.

Following the guards into the Prince of Liang's mansion, Zeng Zhengen was taken to the reception room. In the room, several people who claimed to be miracle doctors were arguing about their medical skills and competing secretly. The atmosphere was quite tense. At the top was a man in his fifties, with a stern expression and sharp eyes, revealing the majesty of a superior. Although he looked a little impatient, he still resisted the urge to get angry.

As soon as Zeng Zhengen stepped into the reception room, several "miracle doctors" immediately noticed her arrival and frowned. After all, the opportunity was so small, and no one wanted to have another competitor.

"Where did this little girl come from? How dare you pretend to be a miracle doctor? I'm afraid you don't even know all the herbs!" An old man in a white robe was the first to speak sarcastically.

The old man's words immediately caused everyone to laugh, and then others followed suit.

"That's right, not everyone can pretend to be a miracle doctor. If this is not done properly, someone might die!" Several "miracle doctors" were competing with each other just now, but now they all pointed their spearheads at Zeng Zhengen.

Facing the ridicule of the crowd, Zeng Zhengen did not get angry but laughed instead, and responded coldly: "I feel the same way. The title of miracle doctor is not something that anyone can pretend to be."

Her tone was calm and she was not affected by the ridicule of these people at all, which made the people present stunned. Seeing Zeng Zhengen so calm, the "miracle doctors" could not help but feel dissatisfied.

"Hmph, you little girl, you look young at first glance, how good can your medical skills be? Do you think you can call yourself a miracle doctor just because you know a few tricks?" An elder sneered.

"That's right! Girl, it's better for you to be down-to-earth." An old man who claimed to be a miracle doctor sneered.

However, Zeng Zhengen turned a deaf ear to their sarcasm and remained calm, as if what they had just said was nothing but wind in her ears. Seeing that she was even more shameless than they had imagined, the few doctors could not help but secretly get angry. Since words could not force Zeng Zhengen to retreat, they simply turned their attention to the King of Liang who was sitting at the top, hoping to use the King of Liang to drive her away.

"Your Highness, detoxifying the prince is no joke!" an old man said hastily, his voice filled with anxiety. "This girl is young and her medical skills may not be superb. If she makes a mistake in the treatment, the prince's condition may get worse!"

"Your Highness, please think twice!" another person quickly echoed.

Prince Liang lowered his eyes, glanced at Zeng Zhengen, then looked at those who claimed to be miracle doctors. He was silent for a moment before he spoke coldly, "So, you can guarantee that you can cure the prince's illness?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall suddenly fell silent, and several old men were speechless. The "miracle doctors" who had just mocked Zeng Zhengen now all lowered their heads, like stones thrown into the water, unable to stir up any waves.

King Liang looked at them like ostriches and sneered, "A bunch of self-boasting frogs in the well."

If it weren't for the fact that these people had some medical skills, King Liang would have ordered them to be driven out long ago. Seeing that they were all cowering and dared not say anything, King Liang retracted his gaze and turned to look at Zeng Zhengen, his tone still cold: "Are you the one who took down the notice at the city gate?"

Zeng Zhengen looked up at King Liang's sharp gaze, and without flinching, she nodded calmly: "To reply to your Highness, it was I who revealed it."

Seeing her neither humble nor arrogant attitude, King Liang nodded secretly. Compared with those "miracle doctors" who always boasted, Zeng Zhengen's calmness made him feel a little relieved.

"Then how confident are you that you can cure the prince?" Prince Liang continued to ask, with a hint of anticipation in his tone.

Zeng Zhengen did not rush to reply, but said calmly: "Your Highness, I have not yet examined the prince's pulse, so I dare not make any promises rashly. Only after examining the pulse can I make a final conclusion."

King Liang raised his eyebrows slightly, and was surprised by Zeng Zhengen's caution. Earlier, when the soldiers guarding the city reported, they said that this man swore to cure the prince, but now Zeng Zhengen was so cautious, which made him feel a little favorable.

"Okay, then let the butler take you to the prince's room to check his pulse." King Liang nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, the butler came forward and led Zeng Zhengen to the prince's room. The several genius doctors in the hall were also ordered to go and check the prince's pulse.

After everyone left, King Liang leaned back on the armchair tiredly, his face full of worry. He had exhausted all his energy to treat the prince's illness, and had invited almost all the famous doctors in Jinzhou City, but still no one could cure the prince.

King Liang had no choice but to post notices in the city, and only with the generous reward did so many people come. However, many people were just empty names, and there were very few people who were truly capable.

King Liang was anxious, wondering if he could find someone who could really save his son. Whenever he thought of this, he regretted it countless times. If he had been more decisive, perhaps his wife and children would not have suffered such hardships.