Hearing Chen Mo's words.
Zhao Fujin then noticed the gourd in Chen Mo's hand.
"Is this the medicine you prepared?" Zhao Fujin asked.
Chen Mo nodded.
"Are you sure it won't cause any problems?" Zhao Fujin was still a bit worried. After all, so many Imperial Physicians and folk miracle doctors couldn't cure the illness. Could Chen Hong really cure it with just some massage techniques and potion?
Indeed, the treatment method Chen Mo mentioned to Zhao Fujin yesterday was precisely massage and a concocted potion.
"Does Your Highness not believe me?" Chen Mo looked into Zhao Fujin's eyes.
Zhao Fujin's face blushed slightly, quickly explaining, "It's not that I don't believe you, but the elder sister is already so pitiful now, and if... if..."
Chen Mo understood, then smiled and said, "Your Highness, I understand. I assure you, although I may not be able to cure Princess De Ning, there is absolutely no problem with this potion."
Indeed, there was no problem.
