This Prince Qing, though naturally weak, could, with proper surgery, he potentially rise to great heights.
Yue Mingxuan had no idea that Pan Lutong was already thinking far ahead.
He continued fanning the fire for the decoction with full focus.
The medicine needed to simmer over low heat for three hours, and he had to watch it closely.
There were many herbs in the prescription, some of which even the Imperial Medical Hall didn't have in stock.
Only Gongsun Xing could prescribe such a formula.
In the Silver Needle Sect, there was no such thing as rare herbs, he didn't even know what scarcity meant.
After staying a while and checking on Rong Qinglei's condition, Pan Lutong left, leaving the vast bedchamber occupied only by Yue Mingxuan and the unconscious Rong Qinglei.
Time passed slowly, minute by minute.
Yue Mingxuan began to feel a bit drowsy, so he rose to get some fresh air outside the door.
