Lu Liangwei was very dejected. "At the time, I really didn't think a lot."
That was a doctor's instinct—whenever they saw a patient in need of treatment, their first thought would be how the patient might be cured.
Lu Tingchen frowned, looking at his sister's fair, unadorned little face. He swallowed his intended reprimand and reminded her, "Never mind what happened today, but don't be so reckless again in the future."
"Alright," Lu Liangwei promised.
"By the way, how did you know that the Emperor was ill?" As he recalled this, Lu Tingchen could not help being puzzled.
Lu Liangwei knew that he would certainly ask about this and had already come up with an excuse. "During this period, I read medical books every day. Big brother, you have no idea how useful those books on medicine that Mother left us are. I've learned a lot from them."
