After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband

The Emperor always values face.

The Imperial Physicians in the palace are inferior to the bandit doctor from Qingyun Mountain, how can the Emperor bear this?

Especially as the ointment is effective, and the Imperial Physicians’ relieved expressions further fuel the Emperor’s anger.

If the Qingyun Mountain doctor were mediocre, pointing at this group of second-rate physicians, he might as well go meet the late Emperor.

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Already angry, the thought of the Marquis Dongxiang further infuriates the Emperor, what if one day the Marquis Dongxiang said, "Emperor, the Imperial Physicians you have are useless, they can’t even match the makeshift doctors from my Qingyun Mountain."

At that time, where would the face of the Emperor be placed?!

The Imperial Physicians knelt on the ground, their attitude of admitting fault was quite decent, "We admit our skills are lacking, please, Your Majesty, punish us."

"Get out and take twenty strokes! A three-month salary deduction!" the Emperor said angrily.

"...."

The Imperial Physicians were dumbfounded.

Your Majesty, does the law not punish the masses?

"Forgive us, Your Majesty, we know our fault!"