The old imperial physician pondered, suddenly spoke loudly, "Madam, please forgive an old man's incompetence! The General's injuries are quite severe; I fear they may threaten his life! It is said that there is a Divine Doctor in the Western Regions, who can save someone as long as they have a breath left!"
The old imperial physician raised his eyes, sneaked a glance at the Little Princess, seeing no response from her, continued probing, "The General's mother is a person from the Western Regions, perhaps... she might be able to invite this Divine Doctor? Madam, should you..."
"Useless fool!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the ethereal Little Princess suddenly shout angrily.
The large hand clutching his wrist finally loosened its grip.
The old imperial physician sighed deeply, lifted his robe, and knelt down, "It is I who am useless! It is the Imperial Hospital that is incompetent! Please, Madam, punish me!"
