This time, Ye Chutang didn't refuse. She gave a slight nod and stepped forward to take his pulse.
After a moment, she withdrew her hand and said,
"Your Majesty's pulse is stable, but you're deficient in qi and blood. You must rest well and, above all, avoid becoming agitated."
Her words were simple and direct: if he wanted to recover, he couldn't get angry.
'But how could it be that easy?'
Chu Qiyuan stroked his beard and sighed. "I think so as well. If Your Majesty can recuperate peacefully, he might recover seventy to eighty percent of his former strength. But if..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but Emperor Muwu understood his meaning.
Ye Chutang offered some comfort. "Your Majesty woke sooner than I anticipated. It seems fortune favors the fortunate. Chu Hospital Director, you needn't worry so much."
'How could Chu Qiyuan not worry?'
He gave Ye Chutang a complicated look.
'He knew exactly what she had just been doing.'
