"Oh," Jin Suting laughed openly, "When you took my pulse a few days ago, I thought you were pretending to be afraid of him. I didn't expect that you were really afraid."
Mo Ninghai put away the small green bottle and said, "Helan Ruizhe is different from ordinary people. He is very scary."
"I will do what the organization has instructed me to do, and I hope you will not forget your identity."
Jin Suting looked at him incredulously, "Will I forget my identity?"
"I'll go first." Mo Ninghai didn't answer her and left Changqi Palace directly.
The next morning, Helan Ruizhe read memorials all night long, and when he got up, there was a dark circle under his eyes.
Mo Ninghai came over with a medicine box to check Ping An's pulse. He also cooked a bowl of refreshing soup and added the medicine that Jin Suting brought him yesterday.
Helan Ruizhe took a look at the dark refreshing soup and frowned: "Why cook this for me? What's going on in the imperial kitchen?"
Mo Ninghai was embarrassed, his hands trembling slightly as he packed his medicine box. "Your Majesty, this is a refreshing soup I prepared for you. Staying up late for a long time is bad for your health, and refreshing soup will help you focus your thoughts."
Helan Ruizhe's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. "Are you saying, am I old?"
Mo Ninghai rolled over and knelt before Helan Ruizhe, "That is not what I meant. I deserve death! I spoke without thinking. Your Majesty, please punish me!"
Helan Ruizhe helped him up with both hands and smiled gently, "Doctor, you're too kind. You've worked so hard to take care of me. How could I blame you? Get up quickly."
"I know you, Doctor Mo, won't harm me, but don't give me this medicine anymore."
As soon as Mo Ninghai stood up, his legs went weak and his hands began to shake uncontrollably. How could Helan Ruizhe know that there was medicine in it!
"The morning court is about to begin. I won't chat with you, the imperial physician."
Eunuch Bai escorted Helan Ruizhe out of Yueqing Palace, while Mo Ninghai slumped on the ground.
He may not know that Helan Ruizhe had been extremely proficient in pharmacology for a long time, and he could smell what medicinal ingredients were in the soup.
He didn't punish Mo Ninghai on the spot, it was just that Mo Ninghai was lucky.
After returning to the Imperial Hospital, Mo Ninghai threw the small green bottle directly into the burning stove. Now this medicine must not be used on Helan Ruizhe.
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