Rong Ling, because of his poor health, couldn't drink the medicine too quickly, so he could only sip it little by little.
Feng Qing watched him drinking the medicine with such graceful demeanor, even though it was bitter, he did not frown at all.
Seeing this, Feng Qing couldn't help but mischievously think, maybe I should add a bit more Coptis tomorrow to make it unbearably bitter for him.
However, seeing this man in such a frail state, she felt a bit reluctant. Regardless, this Lord has contributed to Dayan.
If in the future the Little Emperor misgoverns Dayan, he would still have to step in, so perhaps she shouldn't torment him too much.
After administering the medicine, Feng Qing began to perform acupuncture on Rong Ling.
Rong Ling quietly half-lay on the edge of the bed, allowing Feng Qing to perform acupuncture.
In the room, everyone else had withdrawn, leaving only Rong Ling and Feng Qing.
