After speaking, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.
At this moment, several imperial physicians who had been assisting Yue Mingxuan walked out.
The leading physician glanced at Yue Mingxuan and spoke with dissatisfaction in his tone.
"Prince Qing, this illness forbids excessive joy or sorrow. Your Highness must exercise restraint."
Yue Mingxuan stuck out his tongue playfully. Because he had found a way to suppress Rong Qinglei's condition, he had become a little too pleased with himself.
He handed the prescription to the imperial physician and said, "This is the formula I worked out over the past few days. Please take a look and see if there's anything that needs adjustment."
The imperial physician took the prescription with a face full of disdain. To him, this Prince Yue had originally been an unknown nobody.
Relying only on sharp words, he had stepped all over these veteran doctors.
He clearly lacked true experience, yet his ideas were frightening.
