The Gift

A Zheba had no idea that he had just taken a trip to the gates of hell. He was summoned to another tent and was still surprised. When he saw Prince Dudun, he was even more astonished.

"Who is this?" Dudun forcefully suppressed his anger. Now that he was closer, he finally saw that the hooded person beside A Zheba was an old man, with not the slightest resemblance to the Dragon King.

"This is Divine Doctor Sun of Jade City. I heard that many of the Northern Army's soldiers had fallen ill because they weren't acclimated to the local conditions, so the Dragon King sent him to take a look." A Zheba's heart pounded with unease, and an ominous premonition arose. He glanced at Li Man, whose mouth was gagged, and his premonition was essentially confirmed.

Divine Doctor Sun was somewhat nervous. If the person who had fallen ill were Prince Dudun, he would put on an air of arrogance. That would not only satisfy his vanity but also help stabilize the patient's emotions. However, the prince looked vigorous and full of life, with a considerable temper, and did not seem easy to deal with. Thus, he chose a respectful attitude. "This commoner, Sun Zhihao, pays his respects to Your Highness the Prince."

His companion Yechuo pointed at Divine Doctor Sun and shouted, "The Dragon King knows how to disguise himself! This is a fake Divine Doctor!"

Divine Doctor Sun was baffled. "Why would the Dragon King disguise himself as me? I'm just a balding old man."

Dudun's expression instantly turned from stormy to bright, and he burst out laughing. "The Divine Doctor has come to visit—heaven helps me! Men, make proper arrangements for the Divine Doctor. Once he's rested, have him treat the soldiers."

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