Volume One, Chapter Two: Healing the Crown Princess—So This Is a Divine Healer!

Zhu Biao was startled by Jiang Lin’s words.

Always calm and composed, he now found himself unable to maintain his usual reason. Lady Chang was to Zhu Biao what Empress Ma was to the old Zhu—her place in his heart was supreme. If she were to be lost, it would be a blow he could never accept in his lifetime.

“Don’t worry. Your wife’s illness isn’t yet severe. As long as the manganese in her body is expelled in time, she’ll recover,” Jiang Lin said, waving his hand lightly. Then, following the instructions from his instrument, he retrieved a medicine for treating chronic manganese poisoning from the system’s space.

Zhu Biao let out a long sigh of relief. “Thank you, Immortal, for your help.”

But—

When he saw the small, white tablet in his palm...

His gratitude faded, replaced by a stunned silence.

This... Is this medicine?

What kind of medicine looks like this?

Zhu Biao was bewildered, lost in thought...

The white tablet, so common in later times, left the Crown Prince of Ming dumbfounded. It was yet another thing he had never encountered. Medicine should be a decoction brewed from medicinal herbs, or perhaps powders or pills made from various ingredients.

Moreover, medicines concocted from herbs always carried a strong, pungent odor.

But the white tablet in his hand—he sniffed it hard—had no smell at all.

Was this truly medicine?

To call this medicine—isn’t it a joke?

Wasn’t it too careless?

Could this medicine really heal Lady Chang?

Doubt gnawed at Zhu Biao’s heart.

But at this moment, he had no other choice but to trust.

After all, even the imperial physicians in the palace had failed to diagnose her illness, and folk doctors from the common people would be even less capable.

Only the man before him not only diagnosed Lady Chang’s ailment, but also produced this white tablet that could cure her.

Though Zhu Biao remained skeptical, with Lady Chang’s condition as dire as it was, he had no choice but to try.

As the saying goes, sometimes you must treat a dying horse as if it were alive.

Just then, Jiang Lin poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Zhu Biao.

“Four tablets at a time, three times a day. Use this water to feed them to your wife.”

“???” Zhu Biao was momentarily stunned, thinking he must have misheard.

Four tablets at once? Could these tiny white pills really be effective? It seemed unlikely—perhaps an entire bottle would make more sense!

However, Zhu Biao did not voice his doubts. He accepted the cup from Jiang Lin.

Without further hesitation, he helped Lady Chang sit up, gently pried open her tightly closed mouth, and fed her the tablets with water.

After a short while, Lady Chang, who had been unconscious, slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing her awake, Zhu Biao’s eyes widened in shock, almost unable to believe it.

He had thought the tablets would do little.

Yet, not only were they effective—they worked with miraculous speed.

Lady Chang had just taken the medicine moments ago...

“Dear...” Lady Chang spoke softly.

“How do you feel now?” Zhu Biao asked, his concern evident.

Lady Chang was surprised. She suddenly felt much less discomfort.

What was happening?

In her unconsciousness, she had vaguely heard some conversation.

Had she been fed medicine?

What kind of medicine could be so effective?

She had taken many prescriptions from the imperial doctors previously, none of which had helped.

But after taking this, she felt a clear improvement.

She was overjoyed, deeply moved.

“Dear, I... I feel much better,” she said, her voice filled with wonder and her eyes shining.

“This young man is truly a divine physician!”

“You must thank him generously, never let a benefactor go unrewarded.”

Hearing Lady Chang’s words, Zhu Biao was equally moved, his face radiating happiness.

Yet in his mind, Jiang Lin was now far more than a divine physician.

This must be an immortal descended to earth, bestowing sacred medicine upon Lady Chang!

How else to explain the miraculous powers displayed just moments ago?

Such feats could only be achieved by immortals!

“Big brother, thank you for saving my mother.”

Zhu Xiongying blinked his large, lively eyes.

Jiang Lin was immediately charmed by Zhu Xiongying’s adorable demeanor. He pulled another bag of potato chips from the system space, tore open the package, and handed it to him.

“These are potato chips. Go ahead and try them!”

“What are potato chips?” Zhu Xiongying’s cute little face was full of curiosity.

Jiang Lin smiled. “Potato chips are delicious!”

“Delicious?” Zhu Xiongying’s appetite was instantly piqued.

“Father, may I eat them?”

“Go on,” Zhu Biao nodded.

With Jiang Lin having used his magical artifact to diagnose Lady Chang’s illness, and then producing the unremarkable but astonishingly effective divine medicine to revive her—

Zhu Biao’s wariness toward Jiang Lin had all but vanished. He believed this man posed no threat.

Receiving his father’s permission, Zhu Xiongying took the potato chips from Jiang Lin and politely thanked him.

He picked a chip from the bag and popped it into his mouth, biting down with a crisp crunch.

“Wow, these potato chips are delicious!”

At that moment, Zhu Biao’s eyes were again filled with shock!

He had just noticed that the cup in his hand was actually a top-grade glass vessel, so clear it was almost invisible, transparent as air, perfectly pristine.

Such a rare treasure, worthy of being a national heirloom, was now being used by Jiang Lin as an ordinary water cup...

This—this was truly a waste of priceless goods!

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