"Pang Bai made a profit of one hundred thousand gold coins, and we'll have delicious food again!" Xiao Bai exclaimed excitedly. "Master, how do you plan to teach this fool a lesson?"
Bai Li Hongzhuang raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her slender phoenix eyes. "Just the one hundred thousand gold coins are enough to make Pang Tangping collapse, let alone the fact that he has already backed himself into a corner."
Pang Tangping disdained all physicians. If he managed to cure Xuanyuan Huan, that would be another matter, but she was certain that Pang Tangping couldn't do it. By then, he would become a laughingstock in everyone's eyes!
Even if his medical skills were decent, after becoming a laughingstock, how could he continue to thrive?
"Is Pang Tangping really that brainless?" Xiao Hei wondered. If he wanted to brag, he should at least have absolute confidence. Otherwise, wouldn't it be seeking death?
"In this world, there are always some idiots that cannot be judged by common sense."
Bai Li Hongzhuang smiled lightly. Pang Tangping had already begun diagnosing Xuanyuan Huan.
When Pang Tangping saw Xuanyuan Huan, his fervent heart cooled halfway.
Xuanyuan Huan's body was covered in pus-filled blisters. His once handsome face was unrecognizable, swollen and pale due to the torment of the illness.
Xuanyuan Huan's eyes were tightly shut, unable to utter a single sound after three days of excruciating pain.
Judging from his weak breath, his condition was extremely critical. If there was no way to treat him today, he might not make it through the night.
Ning Hongzhong and the others entered the bedroom one after another. They wanted to see if Pang Tangping, who appeared so confident, really had a way to cure the prince.
Xuanyuan Huan's condition was simply unimaginable. None of them had ever encountered such a situation in their accumulated experiences. Some even suspected that the prince had done something terrible and was cursed, otherwise, how could he be in such agony?
Pang Tangping began examining Xuanyuan Huan's pulse. His previously confident expression disappeared, replaced by a trace of panic. He forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and continued his examination.
However, keen observers noticed that Pang Tangping's hand, which was taking Xuanyuan Huan's pulse, began to tremble, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Based on what I see, Pang Tangping probably can't diagnose the prince's illness. Look at how nervous he is, it's truly laughable!"
"He's so arrogant without any real ability. He deserves to be expelled from the Royal Hospital!"
"This is going to be interesting. I'm really looking forward to Pang Tangping failing."
Before Pang Tangping arrived, almost everyone hoped that the prince's illness could be cured quickly.
But now, they hoped for Pang Tangping to fail.
After all, they were all dedicated researchers of medical arts, and now they were collectively scorned by Pang Tangping. How could they feel good about it?
The discussions of the crowd didn't subside in the least. Pang Tangping had previously mocked them without restraint, so naturally, they wouldn't give him any face. What they wanted was to make him lose face completely!
Hearing the laughter coming from behind, Pang Tangping couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Over the years, he had seen many peculiar illnesses, but this kind of illness was truly the first time he encountered it!
Not only that, Xuanyuan Huan's pulse was extremely chaotic, and he couldn't find any clues about the problem.
"What kind of strange illness is this?"
Pang Tangping pondered silently, but no matter how he thought about it, he had no idea how to deal with such a difficult situation.