Feng Yexuan was slightly stunned, and a sharp pain shot up his arm.
Why did these villagers like to bite people?
Fortunately, the clothes he was wearing were thick enough, and his arm was not broken.
"If you don't believe me, I'll take off my mask and accompany you!"
Chu Qianli suddenly raised her hand, pulled off the mask from her face, and threw it forcefully onto the ground.
"Is this better? If your epidemic is incurable, this princess will also contract it with you, is that acceptable?"
Silence fell upon the room.
Feng Yexuan, unable to stop her, stared fixedly at her, his chest heaving slightly, unsure if it was from anger or something else.
Finally, he also tore off the mask from his own face.
"Since the princess is willing to accompany you, this king will also accompany you, how about that?"
The patients were completely stunned.
None of the physicians or guards had ever dared to expose themselves in front of them like this.
This was the critical care area, and everyone here not only had to wear masks but also wear those thick, strange clothes, wrapping themselves up tightly.
It was all to avoid being infected by their illness.
No one had expected that a princess of a nation and the esteemed Prince Xuan would remove their masks and mingle with them.
"Princess..." The villager who had accidentally bitten Feng Yexuan, startled, released his grip and stumbled back several steps.
Even his abdominal pain was forgotten due to the sheer shock.
His legs suddenly gave way, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground.
"Princess, Your Highness, Princess... woo woo woo..."
The strong man actually broke down in tears.
His abdomen still ached, and his heart felt heavy.
If the princess were to fall ill because of this, how could they face the royal family of Nanming? How could they face this empire?
"Princess... Long live the Princess..."
A small child, crying, knelt down and kowtowed: "Long live the Princess, Princess... long live..."
Everyone was still in immense pain.
But in their hearts, there was a profound sadness.
The princess was using her invaluable life to give them courage and faith.
They were merely lowly commoners!
They did not deserve it!
Why could the princess be like this?
The princess of their Nanming could face life and death with them!
"Princess... Long live the Princess, long live..."
... Outside, not far away, Xi heard the wails, cries, and prostrations from within.
A thin mist of tears welled up in his eyes.
He wondered if this was the only time he would witness such a scene in his life.
Indeed, he had never seen such a princess, such commoners.
Chu Qianli's voice was slightly hoarse, but her tone remained calm and firm: "Believe me, everyone will get better. We just need to endure, endure!"
... That night, Chu Qianli and Feng Yexuan stayed with the patients.
These were the first batch of patients to try the medicine. Being in the critical care area, their reactions were indeed too intense.
For the next hour and a half, some patients became drowsy, oscillating between semi-consciousness and unconsciousness.
Others, who remained conscious, eventually could only writhe and groan on their straw mats, having lost the strength to even get up.
The physicians were all trembling, unsure of the outcome, and even more so, whether they themselves would contract the epidemic after this night.
Waiting.
Everyone was waiting.
Waiting for the so-called recovery that the princess had spoken of!