The Imperial Hospital was in complete chaos.
Chen Ji stood quietly outside the threshold, listening to the sound of chairs falling, cries of alarm, and the mingling of footsteps inside, as if the Jing Dynasty had already marched into the Imperial Capital.
From the backyard came a faint sound of exasperation: "Why do you provoke him!"
Chen Ji pretended not to hear.
After some time, the Hospital Director did not appear, only the Dean, clutching the hem of his official robe, cautiously walked out. As he walked, he scrutinized Chen Ji's expression, finally stopping at the threshold.
Chen Ji smiled warmly, like a gentle spring breeze.
The Dean looked at Chen Ji's harmless demeanor with suspicion and said, "May I ask, Marquis Wu Xiang, what brings you to our Imperial Hospital? With your noble status, if you require medical treatment, you merely need to send a servant to notify the Imperial Hospital, and we will come to you."
