Last winter solstice, the noble sons and daughters of the Imperial Capital held a poetry gathering, seemingly initiated by the Fourth Prince, Huangfu Yao. It was a gathering of familiar faces.
When Zhang Miaozhen had her accident, the original host was not present at the scene. Instead, she was on the other side, talking to Huangfu He?
When she found out about the incident here, Zhang Miaozhen had already been rescued and taken away.
"As for Miaozhen's condition, can it be treated?" Madam Jiang was more concerned about this.
"It can," Liu Shimei nodded with confidence. She said, "Fortunately, the exposure to the cold was brief. I'll prescribe medicine for Miaozhen, assist with the Nine-Nine Soul-Sucking Needle Formation several times, pay more attention to her diet in daily life, and administer a few treatment courses. She should be able to recover gradually."
"That's wonderful!" Madam Jiang's face brightened considerably.
