"Old slave, I'll make arrangements now." The butler nodded and left.

Not long after, An Nu also came panting with Dr. Zhuang.

Originally, it was not so fast to go back and forth to the palace, but Annu happened to meet Dr. Zhuang on the way, so he dragged him here in a hurry.

Dr. Zhuang is old, and An Nu dragged him all the way to the palace, almost costing him half his life.

But no matter how much he complained, he couldn't do anything. Who said this was King Leng's invitation?

"Sir, Dr. Zhuang is here!" An Nu said to Jun Moli

Jun Moli nodded, stood up and moved out of the way, "Mr. Zhuang, thank you for your hard work! I still have to trouble you to show the princess what's going on!"

"Your Majesty, you're welcome!" Dr. Zhuang finally stopped breathing, walked to the bed, sat down, and began to take Xintang's pulse.

Soon, he nodded and said, "It's poisoning!"

Jun Moli frowned, "Is there a way to cure it?"

Dr. Zhuang listened carefully to his pulse for a while. Gradually, his expression changed, showing three parts of surprise, three parts of incredulity, three parts of solemnity, and one part of helplessness.

And Jun Moli had been staring at his expression closely. Now seeing such a serious and complicated expression on his face, his heart could not help but gradually rise to his throat.

There was a sudden silence like death in the room. The servants all held their breath and stood respectfully with their hands down, not daring to leave their breath.

Finally, Jun Moli couldn't help the irritability in his heart and asked aloud: "How is it?"

Dr. Zhuang slowly retracted his hand, stood up and looked at the servants around him.

Jun Moli understood and waved his hand, and the butler led all the servants to retreat.
Chapter completed!