"Have you been poisoned? Whenever the moon is full, it's rainy, or when you're fighting, you'll feel chest tightness and shortness of breath. It feels like a thousand-pound millstone is pressing on your chest, and even breathing is difficult."

A strange look appeared on Zhao Heng's gentle face, "Indeed, do you have any method to detoxify?" Even the Imperial Hospital was helpless in treating these hidden diseases, and could not give a clear explanation.

Shen Shuyi said seriously, "When you are not in an attack, you look like an ordinary person, but the poison has been dormant. The longer you delay, the worse your body will be. When it attacks, you will lose your fighting power. I believe you had an attack last time at the post station."

She picked up the pen, dipped it in ink and wrote down the prescription, "Besides that...if the disease cannot be cured, Your Highness may not have children in this lifetime."

When Zhao Heng heard this, a hint of pain flashed in his eyes.

He used to be the revered prince, but because of this disease he was deposed and became a laughing stock in the court...

If it could really be cured...

He raised his eyes and met Shen Shuyi's clear eyes.

Shen Shuyi handed him the prescription, and said sincerely, "How can your highness trust me? Take it according to this prescription for three days. After three days, I will come over to give your highness acupuncture to remove the poison."

For some reason, Zhao Heng developed an inexplicable sense of trust in the woman in front of him, perhaps because she had saved his life at the post station.

“Okay, thank you Miss Shen.”

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. If I really heal Your Highness, I hope Your Highness can do me a favor."

“Please tell me what you need, Miss Shen. Even if I’m sick… just tell me that you gave me medicine to save me last time, and I will do my best to help you.”

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