"Princess Consort, what are you doing?"
In the Qianling Pavilion, Chu Baihan had just finished examining a patient when she picked up a needle and thread to sew a sachet.
"I'm making this for the Prince. His eyes still haven't improved, and I'm hoping the many herbs inside this sachet will help gather his energy and concentrate his spirit, at least to make his sleep more comfortable," Chu Baihan said with furrowed brows.
The poison had almost been resolved, with just one last acupuncture treatment needed.
However, the poison Jiang Fei gave Yan Lin the other day caused all her previous efforts to go to waste.
That said, she had taken Yan Lin's pulse again, and it showed signs of improvement, but each time she asked him about it, he replied that he couldn't see anything.
How strange...
Hearing Chu Baihan's words, Ruolan covered her mouth and chuckled quietly.
