After Imperial Physician Wang left, the main hall fell silent, leaving only a dim candle and the faint fragrance of medicine.
Drip—
The blood seeping out of his fingertip had already returned to its normal bright red color. It would take a long time for another drop to drip.
Ye Jingtang placed his arm on the armrest and leaned against the chair. He felt that this scene was familiar. It was like an IV drip in the hospital. The only difference was that there was a missing medicine bag beside the chair.
Just as he was letting his imagination run wild, footsteps came from outside the door.
Tread, tread…
He turned around and saw Dumdum's glistening fat-headed dragon walking over with her attendant. Her expression was calm and dignified, like she was a superior visiting her subordinate.
"Your Highness, why are you…"
