Datang: the Imperial Physician Starts the Game, and Xiao Sizi Relies on Me

In the seventh year of Zhenguan, Jiang Chen became the orphan of an imperial physician. His son inherited his father's business and planted medicinal materials in the medicine garden for five years. After binding the "Medicine King's Treasure Book", he treated diseases and saved people to gain merit, and cultivated spiritual herbs to exchange for spiritual essences. He thought he would spend his whole life farming outside the city, refining elixirs, and cultivating immortality in a low-key manner. Until that day, he refined a furnace of Peiyuan Dan in the elixir room. The fragrance of the elixir floated out, attracting a small dumpling carved from pink and jade. "Is Ni a fairy?" The three-year-old Sizi asked in a sweet voice. Jiang Chen looked at the words "Princess Jinyang, congenitally frail" that appeared on the medical book and was silent for a moment. "I'm not a god, but I can teach you how to become a god." From then on, Jiang Chen's life became like this—— Xiao Sizi: "Jiang Guo Guo, the nest mother always coughs. Can mud cure it?" Jiang Chen: "Yes." Xiao Sizi: "Jiang Guoguo, sister Wo doesn't want to get married, can Ni help?" Jiang Chen: "... Yes." Xiao Sizi: "Jiangguoguo, I want to eat sugar balls made of mud." Jiang Chen: "Do it immediately." Li Shimin watched his daughter running to the medicine garden every day, frowned and asked, "Jiang Chen, what on earth are you teaching Si Zi?" Jiang Chen replied calmly: "Your Majesty, here's how to maintain your health." Xiao Sizi added on the side: "There is also Feitian!" Li Shimin: "…………" Later, Queen Wende's heart disease was cured, Princess Changle's marriage was rewritten, and the fate of the entire Tang Dynasty quietly deviated from the track. And Jiang Chen just wanted to ask: Is it still too late to run away now? It was too late, the three-year-old little princess was already relying on him.