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The imperial physician's mouth twitched slightly.

How could Miss Chu be so greedy?

If one didn't know any better, they would think that the Anyang Marquis's residence was destitute.

Nevertheless, she was genuinely curious.

After hesitating for a moment, she took out ten taels of silver.

Nanli noticed but didn't accept it. She said, "It can also be said that, especially when the soul is separated from the body, if there isn't a person with profound knowledge of Taoism to help reunite them, the patient will essentially be waiting for death. No matter how much medicine is used, it won't improve."

The imperial physician hadn't expected this young lady to be so stubborn yet softhearted.

"Then how can one distinguish between being sick and lacking a soul?"

"Find a good Taoist priest to examine them. Ordinary people won't be able to tell," Nanli replied.

People from the mysterious realm were generally skilled in medical arts and alchemy, precisely for this reason.