The Imperial Physician arrived quickly. With a few silver needles, the turbulent waves in Wei Shu's chest and lungs subsided a bit.
He sighed, "My body is becoming more and more incapable!"
The Imperial Physician frowned, but outwardly comforted him, "Your Majesty should think less and worry less; only then can you enjoy longevity and prosperity."
Think less and worry less.
If he doesn't think or worry now, eventually, all the burdens will fall on Su Luo and Eryue.
How will they face it?
He had no choice but to think and to worry.
Wei Shu waved his hand, "It's okay, write the prescription!"
Now he drinks medicine more than water.
The Imperial Physician knew he couldn't persuade him, so he whispered, "Your Majesty's prescription needs a change of medicine again. This time, the medicine is more bitter. Good medicine is bitter. Please, Your Majesty, bear with it!"
"Hmm!"
Wei Shu said quietly.
