Prince Ying's residence had physicians who specialized in treating sick people. After he moved into the estate, these physicians were told to prescribe the best medicine to him.
Even though his body was not getting better, at least it was a little better than before when he ran all the way to Jingyue and suffered quite a bit of torment.
"Master." One of his men boiled the medicine and handed it to him with both hands.
Prince Yi was sitting on the bed reading a book. When he heard this, he put down the book and took the medicine. He blew on the hot drink and slowly drank it.
Because he often drank medicine, he was used to the bitter taste. He was already numb to it. It was as if this was no longer a bowl of medicine, but a bowl of clear water. He did not feel anything.
"M-master!" Suddenly, another of his men rushed in.