The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law-Chapter 1006 - 1001: No Meat to Eat

"Do you care about me?" King Jin’s face lit up with joy as he said, "With you here, I’m not afraid. Even if I contract tuberculosis, you can definitely cure me, can’t you?"

Doctor Searcy replied indifferently, "You’re thinking too much, I can’t cure tuberculosis."

But King Jin didn’t believe her and laughed, "I know how good your medical skills are. Despite your young age, you’re much more capable than those old coots at the Imperial Medical Bureau. You’re even better than Gu Youyou!"

Doctor Searcy rolled her eyes, unable to bring herself to tell him that his impotence was actually revealed to her by Gu Youyou—a mess of her own that she was now expected to clean up.

Doctor Searcy removed her mask, looking at King Jin with disdain, "I don’t like talking to an idiot; it insults my intelligence."

These were all things she had learned from Gu Youyou; naturally, King Jin couldn’t quite understand them.

But he got the gist of it—this female doctor just didn’t like him.

King Jin felt helpless and puzzled.

With his status and looks, why wouldn’t a mere doctor like him, even looking at him with disdain?

This made him somewhat angry.

After disinfecting her hands, Doctor Searcy started nibbling on a white steamed bun.

She had her faults, but also her merits.

Despite being born into a wealthy family, she was never picky about food. Her pursuit of food was purely to fill her stomach.

The food served in the disaster area was basic and aimed solely at alleviating hunger. Being able to eat white steamed buns was considered good fortune; many others could only have coarse ones.

Of course, King Jin had the best food available.

He had white rice and two plates of Xiaoqing vegetables.

This modest spread was the envy of many, but for King Jin, it was unpalatably bland.

He complained constantly, "Jie Huanzhi, why is there no meat again today?"

Minister Jie approached King Jin, bowing slightly and said, "Your Highness, King Jin, the vegetables are also specially transported for you. This is a disaster area; there’s no meat."

King Jin was taken aback, then asked, "What is Doctor Searcy eating?"

Minister Jie honestly answered, "The same as the refugees—a steamed bun and plain water."

"Steamed bun? Plain water?" King Jin swayed, put down his chopsticks, and said, "How can that be enough? She’s a woman, inherently weak, and also caring for so many sick refugees. If this continues, her health will surely decline. No, take this plate of vegetables to her."

Minister Jie took the plate of vegetables with an expressionless face and carried it toward Doctor Searcy.

To him, King Jin might be of noble status, but he was not cut out for significant endeavors.

Jin Shien pulled King Jin to the disaster area precisely because he feared the crown prince might grab all the credit alone. But upon their arrival, they found no crown prince—only his household servants.

Realizing they had misunderstood, the crown prince had not come for disaster relief at all, and so he slackened off immediately.

Since he had taken up the task, he couldn’t simply go back without losing face.

Not only was he of no help here, but he was also harassing the doctors and required individual service.

Minister Jie honestly wanted to draft a memorial to the Son of Heaven, proposing to recall him.

But whispers among the refugees made him hold back the memorial.

"The current Son of Heaven is not the rightful heir to the throne, having incurred the wrath of both heaven and the people and bringing punishment upon the subjects of Zhuzhao Country."

"First came the floods, and now tuberculosis. Tuberculosis is incurable, and those quarantined in the tent area are surely doomed."

"To end these disasters, the true Son of Heaven must take the throne..."