Zhao Xuanping shook his head. "This has nothing to do with Second Miss Ye."
Ye Chutang chuckled. "Doctor Zhao, you trust me that much?"
"It's not for any other reason. I just believe that a person of Second Miss Ye's character would never have said anything unless she was absolutely certain."
Zhao Xuanping sighed.
"Ultimately, we were too hasty when we wrote the prescription. If only we'd consulted Second Miss Ye from the start, we might have avoided all this trouble."
His words betrayed a deep trust in Ye Chutang's medical skills, showing no doubt that she was correct about the flawed medicinal catalyst.
Ye Chutang lowered her gaze in thought for a moment before offering a comforting word. "His Highness is a virtuous man, and heaven will see him through. He will surely survive this ordeal."
Zhao Xuanping gazed at Xiao Chengqi, who lay on the bed with his eyes shut and his face pale. "I hope so!"
「The Imperial Study Room.」
