Cheng Yaojin next to him nodded secretly, thinking that he had not recognized the wrong person.

It was indeed Zhao Chen.

"Since you don't want to see me, why are you coming?" Li Shimin's face turned gloomy.

"Save her." Zhao Chen said.

"Save her? When will you know how to treat her? You can't even cure yourself, how can you save her?" Li Shimin sneered.

"Doctors can't help themselves. They can save thousands of people, but they can't save themselves." Zhao Chen said.

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

Is this scolding me?

Li Shimin looked at Zhao Chen with an ugly expression.

A thousand years of auspiciousness can indeed live tens of millions of people, but I have been deceived by Zhao Chen after all.

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

He is a saint of the Tang Dynasty.

Everything he did was right.
Chapter completed!