Your Highness, please refrain

After Dr. Zhang left, Ye Moze rushed back from the hospital and ordered his servants to decoct the traditional Chinese medicine.

"Hmm—" Han Shui'er also slowly opened her eyes. She just did something that she experienced many years ago, and it turned into a dream, a terrible dream, but it was not as thorough as it was many years ago...

"Are you awake?" Ye Moze showed a handsome smile. Seeing her wake up, the stone in his heart was also put down, "I don't even know I have a fever? Fortunately, I think something is wrong with you, otherwise you will have a high fever." Out of my mind!"

"Well! And the wound doesn't hurt anymore... It's just that my head is a little dizzy..."

Ye Moze patted her head, lifted her chin with his hand, and kissed her lips...

"Well—I have a fever."

"Don't be afraid..." Ye Moze still hugged her petite body tightly, "Take the medicine later..."

"What?! What? Take, take medicine?" Han Shuier was afraid of taking medicine since she was a child...

Darkness and taking medicine are the two things she is most afraid of!

"You must take it, the old man said, you will be fine after taking the medicine!" Ye Moze was very firm, and the servant brought the freshly boiled Chinese medicine in a cart...

"My, my, my, this medicine is a bit hot, wait, take it later!" Han Shui'er watched as Ye Moze scooped up a spoonful of medicine for her to take, and quickly grabbed the bowl and put it on the side coffee table...

"By the way, I want to wash my face now, can you help me?"

"Then take the medicine after wiping your face, do you hear me?" Ye Moze would not refuse her request.

Han Shui'er immediately nodded quickly, and his head became dizzy again due to too much force...