Taking a deep breath, Song Jiang turned to look at Tang Yu, only to find that Tang Yu had completely passed out. In that instant, Song Jiang felt immense regret in his heart. He realized that Tang Yu's health was deteriorating, yet he still subjected him to such torture. He couldn't help but reproach himself, feeling like a terrible person.

"National Doctor, quickly call the national doctor!" Song Jianglin hurriedly dismounted and picked up Tang Yu from the ground, carefully placing him inside the carriage. He gingerly untied the rope around his hands, which were already mangled and covered in muddy debris and weeds, a horrifying sight to behold.

General Tietuo hadn't even had a chance to say, "The royal physician is still in the palace," when Lin Songjiang quickly hopped into the sedan chair. Enraged, General Tietuo slammed a nearby soldier and shouted, "Go into the palace and find the royal physician!"

The soldier quickly grabbed a horse and dashed towards the city at full speed.

"What do I keep all of you here for? If the imperial physician is not available, can't you find a military doctor?" Song Jiang sat in the sedan chair, waiting in frustration for the imperial physician, and took out his anger on the other soldiers.

"Yes, yes, yes." The soldier hurriedly went to call for the military doctor.

After calling for the military doctor, Song Jiang asked him to wait outside the door and inquired, "How should we treat the wound?"

"Ah?" The military doctor was dumbfounded this time. How could they not let him treat the wounded soldiers if he couldn't see their injuries? Also, who exactly were the people inside the sedan?

Because the military doctor had always been following closely behind, even tending to the wounded soldiers in the rear, he still didn't know how Song Jiang mistreated others or how worried he was for others.

"How did you treat the wound?" Song Jiang asked ominously. If he couldn't come up with an answer this time, he would probably die on the border.

"Your Majesty, um... the methods of treating different degrees of injuries are not the same. If Your Majesty doesn't allow me to take a look, could you please describe it to me?" The military doctor replied nervously.

"I scraped my skin."

"After... after cleaning with clear water, applying medicine will suffice," the military physician said with a trembling heart. In his mind, he couldn't help but wonder, who exactly is this person? Just because Song Jiang got a little scratch, he's so nervous. Could it be that legendary young master Jinghua? But wasn't it said that young master Jinghua had already returned?"

"Go get a basin of clean water." The person inside calmed down and gave an order.

"Yes." The military doctor hurriedly fetched a basin of clear water and also brought along a fine ointment for treating wounds.

Song Jiang reluctantly took it, but as soon as he saw the bottle of golden wound medicine, he opened it and asked a question before immediately throwing it outside. What kind of medicine is this? What if it leaves scars?

After Song Jiang took off Tang Yu's clothes, he finally saw the numerous tiny and densely packed wounds. His heart ached to the point of death. After cleaning his hair, he used a handkerchief to carefully wipe Tang Yu's body, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

After wiping above his lower abdomen, both of his nostrils began to bleed uncontrollably. In a hurry, Lin Songjiang wiped them clean and then calmly proceeded to wipe Tang Yu's lower body.

After wiping himself dry, he picked up a fox fur coat and covered Tang Yu tightly. His mind was filled with thoughts of Tang Yu's body - a flat stomach without any excess fat, evenly proportioned legs, a perky buttock, a beautiful face, and an attractive body. There was really nothing to complain about. Two streams of nosebleeds flowed down again.

After the national physician arrived, he saw Song Jiang Lin with blood streaming from both nostrils. The national physician widened his eyes and exclaimed, "What happened to you?"

"I'm fine, go take a look at him," said Song Jiang as he covered his nose and pointed at Tang Yu lying on the sedan chair.

The imperial physician thought it was another male concubine and glanced at him casually, but was instantly dumbfounded upon closer inspection.

At this moment, Tang Yu's hair was disheveled, covering half of his face. Because Tang Yu's facial features were originally delicate and feminine, the national doctor mistook him for a woman, instantly becoming extremely excited. He hurriedly began to feel his pulse, but after observing for a while, he had no idea where to start.

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"The brat! Bring me her hand." The national physician was enraged and delivered a hard blow to his head, causing Song Jiang's nosebleed to start again just as he had managed to stop it.

Looking at Tang Yu, who was wrapped up like a zongzi, Tang Yu glanced at the physician, and the physician gave him a fierce glare before turning away. Song Jianglin slowly pulled Tang Yu's hand out and tightly wrapped him up again.

The imperial physician was overjoyed at the precious "woman" that Song Jiang had brought. He no longer had to worry about the lack of an heir for the country, nor did he have to constantly deal with that stubborn old woman.

When the Imperial Physician saw those delicate and tender hands covered in scars, he couldn't help but feel pity. Song Jiang's temperament is so unpredictable, this poor girl must have suffered greatly.

After taking someone's pulse with a handkerchief draped over it, the national physician's heart sank. Previously suffering from a cold, they had now caught a chill again. Coupled with these tiny scratches on their body, it only exacerbated their illness. It was no wonder their body had become so weak. "Song Jianglin, what have you done to me?"

Watching the national physician's expression on the verge of erupting, Song Jiang's confidence diminished as he said, "I...my prestigious name...how dare you shout it arbitrarily."

In the eyes of others, he is a tyrant, with a volatile personality. But the imperial physician understands his true nature. The imperial physician is his uncle. In the deceitful palace, it can be said that the imperial physician treats him even better than the former emperor did. Therefore, Song Jiang Lin respects the imperial physician to a great extent and feels close to him.

The national physician glanced at him disdainfully, wrote him a prescription, and then after examining it, wrote him another one. After a careful inspection, he finally handed the prescription to Song Jianglin.

Song Jiang held three prescriptions in his hand, looking at the long list of herbal medicine names written on them. Unable to contain his surprise, he exclaimed, "Are we going to eat all of these?"