Although Aiden Qin issued a gag order to conceal his true condition, word of his impotence still spread throughout the royal clan.
Before ascending the throne, he was the Fifth Prince, and his rivals for the crown were the Second Prince and the Ninth Prince. In the end, he claimed victory.
After becoming emperor, he did not eliminate his two brothers completely, but merely placed them under house arrest within Sunvale.
But over the past two days, some ministers have proactively visited the two sidelined princes. Hearing this, Aiden Qin deeply regretted his decision—if he’d known, he wouldn’t have spared these two potential threats just for the sake of reputation.
He gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger. If news of his impotence spread across the land, he would lose all face as emperor, even without his brothers rebelling. The only way to resolve this crisis was to find a truly skilled doctor to cure him.
The next day, a new imperial decree was issued.
Last time, the decree summoned doctors within Sunvale, but this time it called upon physicians from across the empire.
The rewards were even richer: anyone who cured the emperor’s ailment would receive a count’s title, ten thousand taels of gold, and a grand mansion.
Such generous rewards stirred doctors throughout the land, and they flocked to Sunvale.
Upon hearing the news of the imperial decree, Ian Song only sneered with disdain.
Even if Aiden Qin gathered every doctor in the world, none could cure his condition—because that night...
The Song Family Clinic’s reputation kept growing, and every day more and more people came to seek treatment.
Although Ian Song treated patients quickly—usually solving a case in three to five minutes, and at most ten—
Today, however, there were more patients than usual. It wasn’t until noon that he finally finished seeing them all.
Still, three people remained in the clinic.
At their head was a graceful woman veiled in white, with two people behind her: Little Dex, the eunuch Ian had frightened off yesterday, and a robust martial artist whose cultivation had reached second-stage Earth realm.
This woman had already been waiting for a full hour, but hadn’t interrupted Ian’s consultations.
Ian Song strolled over at a leisurely pace, looked calmly at the veiled woman, and gave a faint smile. “Miss, is there something you need from this old man?”
“I am Yu’er. Greetings, Mister Song.”
Consort Jade rose and bowed gracefully to Ian Song. That’s right—the veiled woman was none other than Consort Jade, the emperor’s most favored consort from the palace.
Seeing their mistress perform such a formal salute to a mere country doctor, Little Dex was visibly displeased, and even the deputy guard commander looked puzzled.
With a casual wave of his hand, Ian Song lifted Consort Jade’s delicate figure with an invisible, gentle force.
“Miss, there’s no need for such ceremony,” Ian said gently.
Feeling that soft power supporting her, Consort Jade’s eyes shone even brighter, certain now that Doctor Song was an otherworldly master.
She had just spent a full hour watching Doctor Song consult with patients.
His speed and methods were simply miraculous. For example, an old man drenched in sweat from pain—
Doctor Song simply took out some silver needles and gently applied them; within seconds, the man was cured. The whole process took less than a minute.
Or a middle-aged woman, dizzy and needing support to walk—Doctor Song placed two needles in her scalp, and her dizziness vanished instantly.
There was even a baby who wouldn’t stop crying; Doctor Song just massaged the child a few times, and the crying ceased.
What surprised her even more was that although Doctor Song was clearly middle-aged, his features were strikingly upright—he must have been quite handsome when young. He also had a certain indescribable aura that made her instinctively feel close to him.
“Thank you, Doctor Song.”
“Miss, please follow me to the back courtyard. It’s not convenient to talk here,” Ian said, turning toward the rear of the clinic.
Consort Jade hesitated for a moment, then followed Ian into the back courtyard.
Little Dex and the deputy guard commander started to follow as well, but Consort Jade abruptly turned and told them to wait here.
Song Family Clinic, back courtyard.
Ian Song sat at a stone table, where a teapot and two cups had already been set out. Both cups were filled with steaming hot tea.
“Please, have a seat, Miss.”
“Thank you, Mister Song.”
“Please, have some tea.”
“Mm, thank you.” Consort Jade picked up the cup with elegant poise, lifted her veil slightly, took a sip, then set it down and looked anxiously at Ian Song. “Mister...”
Ian Song raised a hand, interrupting her. “Let me guess, Miss—are you from the palace?”
Consort Jade nodded, a little surprised inside.
“You’ve come to see me about His Majesty’s strange illness, haven’t you?”
Consort Jade nodded again, now looking at Ian Song with growing admiration—he really was incredible, almost prophetic.
“Can you cure His Majesty’s illness?” she asked.
Ian Song replied with proud confidence, “There’s no disease in the world I can’t cure.”
Consort Jade was overjoyed. “Then could you come to the palace and treat His Majesty?”
Ian Song simply smiled and shook his head.
Consort Jade grew anxious. “Why won’t you? If you’re willing to treat His Majesty, not only will he reward you generously, but I will also express my gratitude.”
Ian Song smiled dismissively. “I am a man outside worldly affairs—fame, rank, and riches are but fleeting clouds. If I don’t wish to treat him, even if the emperor emptied the treasury for me, I still wouldn’t go.”
Hearing Ian Song’s grand words, Consort Jade’s opinion of him rose even higher. She didn’t doubt his sincerity; after all, she’d just seen him charge little or nothing to patients, even gifting medicine to the poor.
Combined with his lofty speech, she now pictured him as a reclusive master with unrivaled skill and transcendent medical arts.
After a moment’s silence, Consort Jade stared at Ian Song. “What would it take for you to treat His Majesty?”
Ian Song picked up his tea and took a sip. “Please return, Miss.”
“Please, sir, I beg you. If you cure His Majesty, I’ll be grateful for life!” Consort Jade pleaded.
“Please return, Miss!” Ian Song repeated. Before Consort Jade could reply, he waved his hand, wrapping her in gentle force and instantly moving her from the courtyard to the front hall of the clinic.
“Madam, are you all right?”
The deputy guard commander and Little Dex hurried over.
Consort Jade was still a little dazed. The distance from the courtyard to the front hall was seven or eight zhang—yet with a wave of Ian Song’s hand, she’d been moved instantly. Only a god could perform such a feat.
“Madam, did that country doctor disrespect you?” Little Dex asked again when Consort Jade didn’t answer.
Hearing Little Dex call Ian Song a ‘country doctor,’ Consort Jade was furious. She harshly rebuked him, “Little Dex, shut your mouth! Don’t you dare disrespect the doctor again, or I won’t spare you!”