Wang Xinzhong, 23 years old, is the envoy of the Taiyuan Hospital and a cold-hearted and cold-faced miracle doctor in the eyes of the world.
It should have been a duty to treat the fourteen-year-old seventh prince according to the order.
But he blocked the knife for him, took the medicine for him, and stayed by his bed for countless late nights.
Gradually, he actually developed a different kind of affection for him
But until the end, I couldn't say those words to him.
Chu Xiaoheng, fourteen years old (the third year of Xisui), was weak, irritable, and covered in thorns.
He didn't believe in any imperial doctor until he met Wang Xinzhong.
That person didn't talk much, and the medicine was still very bitter, but this person stayed with him the longest.
He went from disgust to dependence, from dependence to excitement.
But in the end he didn't have time to say it
In the spring of the third year of Xishui, before the apricot blossoms bloomed, he came.
In the spring of the third year of Yong'an, the branches were full of apricot blossoms, and he left
Concept: The saddest thing is not having never had it, but having the best thing and then losing it forever.