Zhao Yuanlang immediately waved his hand, stopping everyone's reaction.
"Why not? The Prince Consort must know that these herbs are for treating injuries and reducing fever, right?"
Di Yelei hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded: "Lord Father-in-law, you've lost a lot of blood, and the fever is due to an infection from your wound. In such cases, we usually apply homemade ointment to the wound area and take some herbal soup orally... At present, the medicine you're using is a good one brought from the capital, which is undoubtedly countless times better than my medicine..."
What he was saying, in direct and indirect ways, was very clear: using better medicine had been pointless, so using his would also be in vain!
Moreover, the medicine he had at hand was formulated by Zhang Peng. If something unexpected were to occur after using it on His Majesty, he wouldn't be able to shoulder the responsibility.