Next to him, Cheng Yaojin nodded secretly, thinking that he did not admit the wrong person.

Sure enough, it was Zhao Chen.

"Since you don't want to see me, why did you come?" Li Shimin looked gloomy.

"Save her." Zhao Chen said.

"Save her? When will you know how to heal? How can you save her if you can't even cure yourself?" Li Shimin sneered.

"It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself. He has saved millions of people, but he cannot save himself." Zhao Chen said.

You can save millions of people, but you can’t save yourself?

Are you scolding me?

Li Shimin looked at Zhao Chen with an ugly expression.

Ten thousand years of auspiciousness can indeed lead to the survival of tens of millions of people, but after all, he has been deceiving Zhao Chen.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin's expression became increasingly gloomy.

He is a saint of the Tang Dynasty.

Everything he did was correct.
Chapter completed!