Upon hearing the word "doctor," he extended his thin, long hand, grasping at the air, and struggled to say, "No need to call for one, I am fine. I am very well..."
The words seemed forcefully squeezed out from his throat, accompanied by a slight tremor, and he also struggled to rise.
The Emperor leaned in to listen, barely making out the words, he sighed with relief; it was good that the man was well, otherwise how could he face his Little Concubine.
After a while, Lian Bingcheng regained his composure and forced himself to stand up, not daring to let the Emperor support him anymore.
The Emperor watched him, extending a protective hand but seeing the man was indeed alright, he withdrew it.
As soon as Lian Bingcheng recovered, he immediately corrected his posture and loudly exclaimed, "Student, pays his respects to His Majesty," and began to kneel and kowtow.
The Emperor quickly helped him up with both hands, "Mr. Lian, please rise. No need for such formalities."
