Seeing the two of them like this, Ling Mulao was not in a hurry to answer, but just shook his head slightly: "Sorry~"

"What, can't be saved?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qinglong suddenly stumbled. Fortunately, the eunuch in charge behind him had quick eyesight and quick hands, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Mrs. Xuanyuan, do you mean that the princess's condition is incurable?"

An Yongwen, who was stunned for a moment and had never spoken a word, turned pale, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Ling Mulao and asked with a trembling voice.

"You have misunderstood. What I want to say is that I can only explain the situation to my husband. He has to diagnose the disease."

With a gentle smile, Ling Mulao was originally a very capable and direct person, but now he was being mysterious, so it was natural that he had her own plan.

The first one was aimed at Emperor Qinglong, who accompanied the emperor like a tiger. Although he looked kind, he was the hottest person. He just deliberately mentioned the marriage in front of her, but in fact he was trying to find out her lies.

The second one was, of course, aimed at Xuanyuan Moxie, the legendary miracle doctor who could bring the dead back to life and cure diseases with medicine. Today she wanted to see how much power she had.

The corners of his lips were raised slightly, and his blue eyes drifted over slightly.

Xuanyuan Moxie smiled softly, and her eyes like the sea stared deeply at the lavender dress. She was such a smart woman, decisive and capable, and she would retaliate when she had her revenge, making people unable to worry about it.

"Ma'am, please speak!"

Slowly walking up to Ling Muchao, Xuanyuan Moxie lowered his head and put his ear in front of his red lips.

"There are no wounds on the whole body, and the color of the tongue coating is normal, ruling out the possibility of poisoning; there are no masses or hematomas on the head, ruling out the possibility of concussion; the abdomen and chest have thick echoes, ruling out the possibility of internal injuries."

Lowering his voice, Ling Mulao explained the situation simply and directly.

After listening to her narration, Xuanyuan Moxie pondered slightly, raised the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help but look at Ling Muchao deeply.

This woman, who is she? These methods of diagnosing the disease were all summarized by him after years of painstaking efforts, but she is now able to use them so skillfully.

"Have you tried the silver needle?"

The five fingers in his sleeves tightened, but relaxed after a moment.

"I tried it, three-thirds of the time, but there was no reaction."

Ling Mulao nodded. He seemed to have seen an expression in Xuanyuan Moxie's eyes that did not belong to him, but it was fleeting and could not be captured.

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Moxie's eyes darkened slightly: "Is there any mark on the chest, such as a birthmark or a tattoo?"

"Yes, there is a red birthmark in the center between the two breasts, as big as a red bean."

Turning her eyes, Ling Mulao suddenly remembered that when she unbuttoned the woman's clothes, there was no birthmark at first, but soon after the silver needle was inserted, she saw a red spot appear.

"Okay, Madam is tired!"

A bright smile slowly appeared between his brows, Xuanyuan Moxie smiled softly, and caressed Ling Mulao's head with his slender fingers.

"Xuanyuan Miracle Doctor, can Yining's disease be cured?"

When Emperor Qinglong saw Xuanyuan Moxie finish whispering, he didn't care that the two of them were making love to each other, and took a step forward to ask.

"It can be cured!"

Putting an arm around Ling Mulao's shoulders, Xuanyuan Moye answered firmly.

Frowning slightly, Ling Mulao looked at the minions holding his shoulders, wishing he could strike him with a palm and let him eat his tofu.

Fortunately, Nangong Yi is not here. If he is seen by that jealous man, he might come with a sword.

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard Xuanyuan Moxie answer so confidently. He couldn't help but his eyes darkened, and he sighed in his heart, could he have noticed it too? Seeing the two of them like this, Ling Muchao was not in a hurry to answer, but shook his head slightly: "

Sorry~"

"What, can't be saved?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qinglong suddenly stumbled. Fortunately, the eunuch in charge behind him had quick eyesight and quick hands, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Mrs. Xuanyuan, do you mean that the princess's condition is incurable?"

An Yongwen, who was stunned for a moment and had never spoken a word, turned pale, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Ling Mulao and asked with a trembling voice.

"You have misunderstood. What I want to say is that I can only explain the situation to my husband. He has to diagnose the disease."

With a gentle smile, Ling Mulao was originally a very capable and direct person, but now he was being mysterious, so it was natural that he had her own plan.

The first one was aimed at Emperor Qinglong, who accompanied the emperor like a tiger. Although he looked kind, he was the hottest person. He just deliberately mentioned the marriage in front of her, but in fact he was trying to find out her lies.

The second one was, of course, aimed at Xuanyuan Moxie, the legendary miracle doctor who could bring the dead back to life and cure diseases with medicine. Today she wanted to see how much power she had.

The corners of his lips were raised slightly, and his blue eyes drifted over slightly.

Xuanyuan Moxie smiled softly, and her eyes like the sea stared deeply at the lavender dress. She was such a smart woman, decisive and capable, and she would retaliate when she had her revenge, making people unable to worry about it.

"Ma'am, please speak!"

Slowly walking up to Ling Muchao, Xuanyuan Moxie lowered his head and put his ear in front of his red lips.

"There are no wounds on the whole body, and the color of the tongue coating is normal, ruling out the possibility of poisoning; there are no masses or hematomas on the head, ruling out the possibility of concussion; the abdomen and chest have thick echoes, ruling out the possibility of internal injuries."

Lowering his voice, Ling Mulao explained the situation simply and directly.

After listening to her narration, Xuanyuan Moxie pondered slightly, raised the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help but look at Ling Muchao deeply.

This woman, who is she? These methods of diagnosing the disease were all summarized by him after years of painstaking efforts, but she is now able to use them so skillfully.

"Have you tried the silver needle?"

The five fingers in his sleeves tightened, but relaxed after a moment.

"I tried it, three-thirds of the time, but there was no reaction."

Ling Mulao nodded. He seemed to have seen an expression in Xuanyuan Moxie's eyes that did not belong to him, but it was fleeting and could not be captured.

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Moxie's eyes darkened slightly: "Is there any mark on the chest, such as a birthmark or a tattoo?"

"Yes, there is a red birthmark in the center between the two breasts, as big as a red bean."

Turning her eyes, Ling Mulao suddenly remembered that when she unbuttoned the woman's clothes, there was no birthmark at first, but soon after the silver needle was inserted, she saw a red spot appear.

"Okay, Madam is tired!"

A bright smile slowly appeared between his brows, Xuanyuan Moxie smiled softly, and caressed Ling Mulao's head with his slender fingers.

"Xuanyuan Miracle Doctor, can Yining's disease be cured?"

When Emperor Qinglong saw Xuanyuan Moxie finish whispering, he didn't care that the two of them were making love to each other, and took a step forward to ask.

"It can be cured!"

Putting an arm around Ling Mulao's shoulders, Xuanyuan Moye answered firmly.

Frowning slightly, Ling Mulao looked at the minions holding his shoulders, wishing he could strike him with a palm and let him eat his tofu.

Fortunately, Nangong Yi is not here. If he is seen by that jealous man, he might come with a sword.
Chapter completed!