On the wedding night, the substitute princess cured the war king's poison

In the afternoon of this day, in the Imperial City of Dayuan Kingdom, in front of Yanyun Tower, the posthouse for receiving foreign envoys, many civil and military officials and their families lined up in a long queue to wait for treatment.

They all held a food donation voucher in their hands, and their eyes were all looking at the Yanguo miracle doctor who was sitting behind the desk in front of him, paying close attention to his pulse.

At this time, the miraculous doctor of Yan Kingdom was diagnosing the mother of cabinet minister Simig.

The patient was a dying old man in his seventies. He was lying on a soft sedan chair with white hair on his head, a thin face, and was dying. He could not live for a few days.

"This miracle doctor is handsome and upright, but he looks very young. I wonder if his medical skills are really that miraculous."

"We'll see if he can bring Sir Simig's mother back to life later."

"If she can cure my stomach problem, it will be worth the food I donate."

"..."

After hearing that Yanguo's miracle doctor was organizing a free clinic here to donate food and return home, many people from Dawan came to see the excitement, and the streets in Huangcheng Street were almost deserted.

"Your father suffered a stroke and was paralyzed."

Ningluo made a diagnosis after taking Simig's mother's pulse and looking at the tongue coating.

"The doctors in the past also made such a diagnosis. Unfortunately, they hired a wizard and took a lot of medicine, and the more they treated it, the worse it became."

Simig looked at his skinny mother and frowned.

Thirty years ago, his mother suddenly fainted and was bedridden.

In recent days, the soup and medicine have been out of stock, and I have been unable to speak. The house is already preparing for the funeral.

The princess asked him to take the lead in donating ten carts of food in exchange for the chance to be diagnosed by a miracle doctor for the first time. He brought his old mother here with the mentality of giving it a try.

"You have a medical destiny and have met this miracle doctor. Let's do this. I guarantee that your mother can live for another ten years." Ning Luo said confidently.

Hearing this, Simig was doubtful, but with respect on his face: "Then please ask the miracle doctor to help my mother heal immediately. Even if I can get her to say a few words to me, I am willing to donate ten more carts of food."

Ning Luo nodded, took out several silver needles from the acupuncture bag on the desk, and inserted needles into the acupuncture points on the patient's head, face, hands and feet.

But for a moment, the old man's stiff face changed. She lowered her eyes and then slowly raised her drooping arms.

"Simig, my son..."

The old man's old voice came out of his throat.

"Mother, you can speak now, mother..."

Simig excitedly held her hand and put it against his cheek, with tears streaming down his face: "Mother, the miracle doctor from the Yan Kingdom who treated you can bring the dead back to life. He said you can live for another ten years."

"well……"

The old man looked at the young foreign doctor expectantly, full of desire to survive.

The older you get, the more you fear death.

What's more, her son is filial and his family is wealthy, so he naturally loves the world.

Ning Luo saw that she was a model patient and was critically ill, so he decided to let her recover quickly.

He took a large pill to nourish vitality, ground it into water, and fed it to her to drink.

After taking this decoction, not only did the old man's eyes fully open, but he also regained some of his energy, and his lips also had blood color, which was as effective as a drum.

After Ning Luo removed the silver needle, the old man stood up on his own.

"Simig, I'm fine. I'm so hungry. I want to go home for dinner."

Ning Luo asked the assistant doctor Mo Yu to bring a bowl of warm porridge that had been prepared to the old man, and the old man finished it in three or five mouthfuls.

Instantly, my whole body was full of strength and I started walking.

"My illness is cured and I feel like I'm alive again!"

Her voice was as loud as a middle-aged woman's.

Not only was Simig surprised, but the onlookers also exclaimed and cheered like thunder.

"Miracle doctor, this is really a miraculous doctor!"

Simige happily took his mother to thank Ningluo, and immediately arranged for his servants to return to his hometown and bring ten more carts of grain to express his gratitude.

As a result, other patients and their families trusted him with the miraculous medical records. In order to see the doctor in advance, many people ordered their servants to take the car home and send extra food.

The people who were watching rushed home, spreading word of mouth that the miracle doctor of the Yan Kingdom had rejuvenated the disease. The family members of the seriously ill people immediately prepared food for medical expenses and lined up to wait in line for treatment.

Ning Luo used all his medical and Taoist skills to treat countless people, and all of them recovered. Hundreds of carts of food were quickly piled up in the post house.

When she finished work in the evening, she put all the food into the space for storage to ensure safety.

Word-of-mouth about her medical skills soon spread to the small countries around Dawan, and many people came all night to seek her treatment with food.

By the fourth day, Ningluo had raised enough food to feed an army of 300,000 for a month.

Just as they were preparing to set off, a riding army happily came into the city to report.

"Prince Abbas and Princess Ayiguli are back!"

"It was the people from the Yan Kingdom who escorted them back!"