As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room looked at Wen Yixiu.
Wen Yixiu smiled lightly, as if he didn't care about everyone's gaze, and kept talking to himself: "Literati often make friends through literature. The dispute between the prince and the princess is about medical skills. If not, please ask the imperial doctor to have a competition with the princess.
, find two people with the same disease, and see whose treatment is effective first, and see whose patient recovers first, what do you think, Princess Royal?"
In the silence, Song Shuwan blinked slightly. The way she wanted to become famous was through Lord Marquis and Madam Hou, but she didn't expect Wen Yixiu to come in with the order of the imperial doctor.
She not only had to accept this competition, but she also had to win it very beautifully.
Thinking about this, Song Shuwan responded generously: "I think it is feasible."
Hearing this, Wen Yixiu looked at Zheng Chengshou: "What do you think, Mr. Zheng?"
Zheng Chengshou nodded without thinking: "It's feasible."
The two competing men responded, and everyone's eyes fell on Pei Huan and Prince Ning.
Song Shuwan and Zheng Chengshou are closely related to these two people. Whether this competition can start depends on their words.
As time passed, Pei Huan snorted coldly: "I mainly follow Shu Wan's thoughts."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips, it was really uncomfortable for this person to call her Shuwan again.
Prince Ning opened the folding fan with a "pop" sound and said slowly: "Your Majesty agreed. Naturally, I won't say much. So let's set the competition for tomorrow. The patient..."
Wen Yixiu smiled and accepted the words: "If you trust me, I will find the patient. How about that?"
Prince Ning looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "When the eldest son of the Wen family opens his mouth, I will definitely give you some face. It's at this time..."
Wen Yixiu accepted the words knowingly: "At noon tomorrow at the latest, the two patients will be sent to Prince Ning's Mansion."
Prince Ning’s Mansion!
Everyone present was shocked, but Prince Ning smiled with satisfaction.
"Tomorrow noon, I will be waiting at Prince Ning's Mansion."
Prince Ning threw up his sleeves and left, leaving the room silent.
Zheng Chengshou coughed twice and said, "Master Marquis, Crown Prince, and the lower officials have also resigned."
Seeing him leaving, Wen Yixiu also said goodbye.
At this time, Mrs. Hou, who had been patiently holding on, finally couldn't hold it any longer.
"Master Hou, I feel so much pain, my heart hurts so much..."
The Marquis was slightly startled. Zheng Chengshou walked so fast that he forgot about the angina of the person next to him.
"Quickly, go and bring back the imperial doctor's order..."
At this time, a hand reached out.
"Master Hou, she."
Mrs. Hou pointed at Song Shuwan with trembling fingers.
Mr. Hou reacted instantly: "Song Shuwan, why don't you hurry up..."
Pei Huan interrupted him: "Shu Wan needs to prepare for tomorrow's competition and cannot be distracted. Her illness should be treated by another doctor."
Song Shuwan listened and immediately followed Pei Huan to leave.
The Marquis was furious: "Stop for me! Pei Huan, she is your mother. Is this how you treat your mother?"
Pei Huan tilted his head slightly, a cold look flashed in his eyes: "My mother was buried many years ago. If you want her to be dead, then I will make it happen for you."
The sharp words fell, and those empty eyes were filled with murderous intent.
After fighting on the border for many years, how could a man who was pampered in the capital stop the evil energy surrounding Pei Huan?
The Marquis looked horrified and took a few steps back unconsciously.
"Pei Huan, are you blaming me?"
Song Shuwan pursed her lips, and pressed her slender white palms on Pei Huan's shoulders with a slight force.
"calm."
With just two words, Pei Huan lost all his momentum and leaned back on the back of his wheelchair.
"Let's go."
Song Shuwan glanced at Mr. Hou and pushed Pei Huan away.
The Marquis didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't mean to stop him at all.
On the way, Pei Huan slowly said: "How confident are you in tomorrow's competition?"
Song Shuwan looked straight ahead, her tone was soft and gentle, but she was full of confidence inside.
"Ninety-nine percent."
Pei Huan's expression changed slightly: "You are quite confident."
Song Shuwan chuckled and glanced at An Yi, who was silent and had a very low presence next to her.
"Come here and push the wheelchair."
An Yi hurriedly stepped forward and took the wheelchair.
Song Shuwan walked with Pei Huan and said calmly: "If I don't have confidence, why should I sit in a medical clinic?"
Pei Huan's empty eyes fell in front of him. He could only see a little light, but he seemed to have seen Song Shuwan, and the corners of his mouth were raised involuntarily.
On one side, Song Shuwan quickened her pace.
She originally wanted to ask the man why he called her Shuwan before, but when she caught a glimpse of the smile on his face, she suddenly stopped talking.
If Wen Yixiu is the beauty that is indistinguishable from male and female, then Pei Huan is the beauty that kills both men and women, as bright as light.
Good boy, this is how it should be.
Pei Huan noticed her gaze and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Song Shuwan came back to her senses and said with a smile: "It's nothing. I have to give the prince acupuncture later tomorrow, and I have to adjust the recipe for medicinal bath."
Pei Huan was confused: "Didn't you just transfer him before?"
"There is a better way."
The wind blew from both sides, lifting the corners of their clothes and then gently putting them down.
At noon the next day, Song Shuwan pushed Pei Huan into Prince Ning's Mansion.
The servant from the palace led the way, and they entered the garden in just a moment.
In an instant, Song Shuwan was shocked by the excitement in the garden, and saw that the garden was crowded with various people.
From the refined lord and noble girl to the ragged beggar, it can be said that they cover many identities.
Prince Ning really cares about this competition, so there shouldn't be any accidents, right?
Song Shuwan frowned slightly, then heard Pei Huan ask: "What happened? Why is there so much noise?"
He can't see, but he can be keenly aware of the changes around him.
Song Shuwan whispered everything about the situation in the garden.
On the other side, people gathered in the garden discovered Pei Huan and Song Shuwan, and the lively atmosphere immediately became stagnant.
Song Shuwan didn't care about it. She looked around and saw Prince Ning and the imperial physician Zheng Chengshou missing, so she pushed Pei Huan to find a seat and sat down.
Not long after, King Ning appeared with his imperial physician Zheng Chengshou.
Several servants from the palace followed behind carrying two stretchers.
There was an old woman and a young man lying on the stretcher respectively. Both of them frowned and their faces turned pale.
Among them, the young man was still covering his heart and breathing through his mouth from time to time.
Song Shuwan even noticed that there were many scuffs on his clothes and the positions were slightly strange.
"I have met the prince."
Everyone salutes.
Prince Ning raised his hand slightly: "Everyone, get up. You all know who the center is today. To make a long story short, these two people were sent by Wen Yixiu. You can choose."
Song Shuwan and Zheng Chengshou looked at each other and walked towards the two stretchers in the center at the same time.
Song Shuwan made a "please" gesture: "Master Zheng, please go first."
Zheng Chengshou snorted: "I have been studying medicine for many years, how can I take advantage of a woman like you? You choose first."
Seeing this, Song Shuwan didn't hesitate and directly picked the young man.
The remaining old women went directly to Zheng Chengshou.
Prince Ning leaned on his chair and said, "Now that we have chosen the person, let's get started."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man on the stretcher jumped up.
"Your Majesty, the common people don't want her to treat it."