"..."
Chen Mo inexplicably felt a déjà vu of Wu Dalang.
"What medicine?"
"This is a prescription from Li Yuanshi of the Imperial Hospital. It can nourish the Divine Soul and replenish Qi-Blood, greatly benefiting Mr. Chen's injuries."
"Alright, just leave it on the table. I'll drink it later."
"Her Majesty the Empress specifically instructed that Mr. Chen is weak, and the servant must personally serve him the medicine."
"... Okay."
The Palace Servant lifted the gauze curtain and came in.
Chen Mo sat leaning against the headboard, his upper body bare, muscles well-defined, covered only modestly by a thin blanket.
The young Palace Servant's cheeks flushed slightly, looking a bit shy. She knelt beside him, scooping the medicine with a spoon, gently blowing on it, and then offering it to Chen Mo's mouth.
"Isn't this truly emperor-like treatment?"
Chen Mo opened his mouth and drank. The medicine liquid entered, transforming into a warm stream flowing throughout his body.
