Mo Xiao tried to persuade Lin Jiuqing but failed. She ate something to restore some strength and then hurried out of the palace to visit Chen Yuan.

Mo Xiao had no choice but to follow Lin Jiuqing as he was worried about him.

Lin Jiuqing went out in the evening, and it was already dark when he arrived at Yang Yuheng's house. Lanterns had been lit in the house, and the servants were still busy.

As soon as Lin Jiuqing and the others stepped into the yard where Chen Yuan lived, they smelled the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Doctor Chen set up a stove next to the yard and placed a row of medicine jars on it. He sat behind the stove, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, and boiled the medicine himself.

Seeing Mo Xiao and Lin Jiuqing, Doctor Chen stood up quickly and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Lin Jiuqing asked him: "Why are you decocting the medicine? Where is the medicine boy?"

Imperial physicians of their level are always accompanied by several medicine boys who are well versed in medicine. On daily basis, tasks like picking and decocting medicines are done by the medicine boys.

Doctor Chen said softly, "These medicines require a high temperature and are extremely important to the princess. I am afraid that the medicine boy may not be experienced enough and something may go wrong, so I am personally watching over him here."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiuqing quickly said, "Doctor Chen, thank you for your hard work."

"This is what I should do," Doctor Chen took a look inside and said, "The princess is still unconscious and she probably won't wake up in the short term."

"But don't worry, Your Majesty. She is not in danger of death for the time being. I will do my best to treat her."

Lin Jiuqing nodded and said, "Please trouble Doctor Chen. If you need anything, please tell me and His Majesty."

Then he asked, "Can I go in and see her now?"

Doctor Chen nodded: "The princess has a special affection for the imperial concubine. If she knew that the imperial concubine came to see her, she would definitely be encouraged and might even wake up earlier."

With Doctor Chen's words, Lin Jiuqing relaxed a little more than before, nodded, and went into the house.

It was not easy for a grown man like Mo Xiao to enter Chen Yuan's boudoir, so he simply sat on the corridor in the courtyard and watched Doctor Chen prepare medicine.

The palm-leaf fan in Doctor Chen's hand moved slower and slower, and he couldn't help but look at Mo Xiao out of the corner of his eye, feeling uncomfortable as if his body had grown hair.

There was no way. The oppressive feeling from Mo Xiao was too strong. Doctor Chen could not ignore this person at all.

Finally, Mo Xiao spoke first: "Are these medicines bitter?"

Doctor Chen was startled, and then quickly said, "Of course it is bitter...Good medicine tastes bitter."

Mo Xiao frowned and thought to himself, will Lin Jiuqing also have to drink this stuff in the future?

Mo Xiao simply stood up, stepped over the railing and came to Doctor Chen: "Then can you teach me how to boil the medicine?"

Doctor Chen was dumbfounded: "Ah?"

Mo Xiao frowned: "What? I asked you to teach me how to make medicine. Are you stupid?"

Doctor Chen's voice was hoarse as he spoke: "These trivial matters are handled by the Imperial Hospital. Your Majesty, how can you, a precious body, ..."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just do whatever I tell you to do." Mo Xiao has never had much patience.

Doctor Chen took a deep breath, not daring to say anything more, and began to numbly teach His Majesty how to decoct the medicine...

His Majesty is extremely intelligent and can understand things almost instantly. He is the most intelligent disciple among all the disciples that Doctor Chen has ever taught. If this person was really his disciple, he would certainly be ecstatic and would focus on training him. However, this person happens to be the emperor, and Doctor Chen feels overwhelmed.