The Benevolent Healer, Ye Huichun

The crown prince's chambers.

Xue Qinghe still lay on the bed, half-dead. Ever since he had fallen unconscious, he had never awakened.

After glancing at his pale complexion, Ye Huichun said, "How did it get this serious?"

Without waiting for anyone else to answer, he immediately sat down and took his pulse.

As Ye Huichun examined his pulse, beads of sweat gradually formed on his forehead, making everyone around him nervous.

He was already considered a master physician. If even he found the matter difficult, then the severity of the problem was obvious.

Xue Xing was the most anxious of them all. If Xue Qinghe truly could not be cured, he would effectively be driven into a dead end.

Before long, Emperor Xue Ye arrived.

Seeing Ye Huichun taking Xue Qinghe's pulse, he waved his hand to signal that no one needed to bow.

A few more minutes passed before Ye Huichun finished.

The moment he opened his eyes, Xue Ye hurriedly asked, "How is he?"

"Greetings, Your Majesty," Ye Huichun said, bowing first.

"Mr. Ye, there is no need for formalities. How is Qinghe?"

Xue Ye was desperate to learn the situation.

"Alas." Ye Huichun sighed. "Who bears such deep hatred toward His Highness the Crown Prince? If nothing unexpected happens, I fear His Highness is at death's door."

"Are you saying... my son Qinghe cannot be saved?" Xue Ye nearly blacked out and fainted.

"No, no, that would be the case if there were no surprises. But today, this old man is here. Therefore, this old man is that surprise." Ye Huichun smiled faintly, taking the chance to show off.

The ministers throughout the room: "..."

Xue Ye's face darkened slightly. At a time like this, was this really the moment to show off?

Still, this was not