Watching her take her own pulse on the bed, Zhong Shimin raised an eyebrow.
Although Zhong Shimin had already ordered someone to apply golden sore medicine, Song Lianhe knew she was nothing like his ruthless underlings. Her delicate frame likely wouldn't survive on treatment for external wounds alone.
So, with great effort, she picked up a brush and began writing a prescription for herself...
"Doctors can't treat themselves, and one cannot save oneself. Sui Ning City might be remote, but it's not an uncivilized wasteland. You can still find a physician."
"Finding a doctor would take too long. By the time someone goes to fetch the medicine and comes back, I might as well have them find a coffin shop in the city instead."
Song Lianhe finished the prescription and handed it to him, her voice weak. "I don't know why you're helping me, but I'll remember this favor."
Zhong Shimin took the prescription and tucked it away inside his robes.
