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At this moment, the prince's husband finally arrived.

"I have something to take care of. I came a bit late." The prince's husband seemed to be in a good mood, but there was also a hint of pleasure in his tone.

He'd just coaxed the empress to sleep. His face was flushed, and his eyes were cloudy. He looked like he could not help but let his imagination run wild.

"Royal husband." Zhan Xiaolou bowed.

"Doctor Zhan, Yu Xuan …"

Zhan Xiaolou glanced at Feng Yushu. He remained calm as he quietly sat there. Zhan Xiaolou suddenly realized that Feng Yushu was a person who used to be a venomous, lively, and fresh person. But now, he was the complete opposite, a bit lifeless. It was unknown as to what could cause such a great change in him.

"It's like this, the Ninth Prince, he …" After suffering from anorexia, if he didn't hurry up and treat it, he wouldn't be able to eat anything after half a month. Then … will starve to death. " When Zhan Xiaolou said it, he was conflicted.

"What!"

Zhan Xiaolou knew why he was so shocked. It was because in this place, anorexia was a terminal illness.

"Heh …" Feng Yu Xuan suddenly smiled gently and turned to leave the hall. His back looked extremely lonely and skinny …

Zhan Xiaolou opened his mouth to call out to him, but what could he say? He could only watch as he walked out of the hall step by step. Afterwards, a servant helped him up the carriage and headed towards his sleeping quarters.

After he left, the Royal Husband looked at Zhan Xiaolou, his tone displeased. "You shouldn't have said it just now!"

Zhan Xiaolou lowered his head to look at the ground and didn't say anything. She understood what Wang Fu meant. Saying the patient's illness in front of the patient was a huge blow to him, but … She wanted to let him know about his physical condition. Anorexia and depression were both mental illnesses that couldn't be cured just by taking medicine alone …

Seeing that Zhan Xiaolou didn't say anything, the royal husband sighed and said in a gentler tone, "Then Doctor Zhan, what do you think we should do now? Zhan Xiaolou was puzzled. There were so many imperial physicians in the palace. They should have discovered Feng Yushu's illness a long time ago. He could have treated it when the symptoms weren't serious at the start, but it had actually developed to this point.

What she didn't know was that Feng Yushu had rejected the treatment of any royal doctors, or else he would have been even worse off …

After Wang Fu told Zhan Xiaolou about this, Zhan Xiaolou's feelings became complicated. In his mind, he thought of the sad yet somewhat successful smile on Feng Yushu's face when he left …

His heart skipped a beat. He couldn't have done it on purpose … But she quickly dismissed the idea, because depression might be something to pretend about, but anorexia couldn't be.

"I know a way to cure them, but the medicine that they need is very special. Very few people have seen it …" Zhan Xiaolou said.

"Just say it." As soon as the prince heard that there was a way, he immediately became spirited.

Zhan Xiaolou frowned and said, "Nine Dragons Water."

He knew that the legendary Nine Dragons Water was for nine dragons descending to the mortal realm to play in a pool of water. Since this water was stained with the dragon's aura, it had become godly water.

In the next second, Wang Fu suddenly realized that this was clearly Zhan Xiaolou toying with him. Where could there be a dragon in this world? Furthermore, there was even Nine Dragons Water? This was clearly just a fairy tale, yet she had said with a face full of seriousness that this was her treatment?

When Zhan Xiaolou saw his husband's gloomy face, he knew that he had misunderstood.

"Actually, the legend only myths about the Nine Dragons Water. The so-called Nine Dragons Water is nine earthworms swimming in a puddle on a rainy day. The water in this place is the Nine Dragons Water." Zhan Xiaolou's tone was calm, not at all uncomfortable because of his uncle's anger.