As a doctor, what I fear most is hearing patients ask me how long I can live, or the patient's family ask him (her) how long I can live, because I dare not assert.

Lin Qing is no exception. She is just a doctor. Even if she is skilled in medicine, she is not a judge who can determine life and death. How dare she determine the other party’s life?

She smiled bitterly and said, "Prince, you are asking me, I am just a doctor."

A doctor, not a living god.

Song Zhiyuan didn't want to hear this answer and asked persistently: "You should know what you think."

Lin Qing was silent for a long time before she said, "When the master came to the mansion to treat the Grandmaster, before leaving, she said something to me."

Song Zhiyuan's breathing was a little rapid, and he felt that her words would not sound good.

Lin Qing pursed her lips and said, "The master said at that time that the grandmad was sick and had a serious illness, and her life span was less than ten years."

Song Zhiyuan's fingertips trembled. When he did not regret it, it was a few years since the emperor suffered from the epidemic, twenty-three years, and now twenty-nine years.

"What did Master Buhui do that?" His voice trembled slightly.

Lin Qing smiled bitterly: "The master said that it is only three years faster and five years slower. But you can see that it has been six years since then, maybe..."

Maybe she won't say anything more than comforting words, as Song Zhiyuan said, no one knows Song Ci's body better than her.

It is just a slow progress towards aging and eventually death.

Song Zhiyuan closed his eyes. Everyone in the Imperial Hospital said that Prince Min could not survive thirty years, and he had been with him for several years because he was reluctant to leave.

Now Song Ci is also holding on, and she is reluctant to leave.

Song Zhiyuan got the answer, didn't ask any more questions, and turned around and left.

Lin Qing opened her mouth and finally just sighed.

The old man is old and she can do nothing.

...

When Jiang Fulai came to the small study room to ask for Song Zhiyuan, he saw that the corners of his eyes were red. He was shocked. When he looked closely, the prime minister was still the prime minister, as if the hint of sadness he had just seen was just an illusion.

"You are the prime minister of Songshan Temple. The host of Master Jinghui has not returned yet, and I don't know where Master Jinghui has gone. Look, you have to use our own information line to find it?" Jiang Fulai replied respectfully.

The Prime Minister also has his own information network. There is no news at Songshan Temple. So using his own information network to find a famous monk all over the world is the easiest thing.

Song Zhiyuan shook his head: "No need."

If Song Ci's life span was already there, it would be useless if Jinghui returned.

Can a mere mortal fate be able to overcome the heavens?

Leave it to fate.

Song Zhiyuan let out a sigh of relief.

Jiang Fulai reported several more information, one of which was that Song Zhiqing still sent Li Sheng to investigate the death of Hua Niang Huan'er in Chunfanglou.

"Prince, Huan'er had received Dao Yi, probably because he heard Dao Yi from Dao Yi, and Huan'er talked to Qi Feng at the time of happiness."

Dao Yi was the one who attacked Song Zhiqing back then, so he had already died.

Song Zhiyuan had no expression on his face.

"Prince, please rest assured. The tail of that year has been cleared. Huan'er's death was indeed due to a dirty disease. The so-called death is not confirmed. Even if the third master found out, it cannot be confirmed."

Song Zhiyuan looked over and said lightly: "Fulai, do you know that sometimes some things do not need to be confirmed, but that is enough to think of themselves."

Similarly, in Song Zhiqing's heart, he thought that he had ruined him, that was enough.

Jiang Fulai was slightly stunned.

"If he checks, he should pay attention to what he will do." Song Zhiyuan lowered his eyes.
Chapter completed!