Chu Heng picked up a stool and sat down by the bed. His face showed no urgency, as if no urgent matter could ever disturb his composure.
"My Lord, what do you mean?" Liu Ruying was slow to understand, but with such a clear indication from the other party, how could he not understand? He knew that perhaps Lord Chu had already prepared in advance.
"Your illness was not by chance, fortunately, before I left the capital, I had prepared plenty of medicine, after all, one can never be too cautious."
"These pills were prescribed by Doctor Lu, feel free to use them. Outside, no one knows that Doctor Lu's medical skills have reached such a high level, but I would never joke about someone's life."
"You take the medicine first." Having made sure he understood, Chu Heng did not delay. It had always been just part of an act.
Naturally, Liu Ruying cooperated and took the pills. He didn't know if it was psychological or what, but he felt much better.