"Miss Si, what's the matter?" Just as he finished collecting the silver needles, he stopped and looked at Si Yaya.
Si Yaya stood up and walked to his side. "Doctor, how long will His Highness's injury take?"
Zhu Huaiyu no longer felt the pressure of being stared at, and he looked much calmer. He put the silver needle into the medicine box and said, "Your Highness, your injury has almost healed. Your movement should be all right now, but the medicine still needs to be drunk for two more days to consolidate your foundation."
At first, Yi Qianru was happy to hear the first sentence, but the next sentence extinguished the flame in his heart like cold water.
Ah... he didn't want to take any more medicine!
"Okay, okay, thank you, doctor. I got it." Si Yaya was very happy to hear this news.
