Quick Wear: I raised this little wolf cub

Shi Che stood up straight, extended his hand to signal Yun Shen to sit down and said, "Please take a seat, sir."

After Yun Shen sat down safely, Shi Che asked, "Your Excellency brought Xiao Yuan'er here tonight, but what do you want to see me for?"

Yun Shen nodded, "I am sorry to bother you tonight because I have something to discuss with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Shi Che raised his hand to signal Yun Shen, "Please speak."

Yun Shen put the teacup in his hand back to its original place and said seriously, "Your Highness, I have a way to make you live a few more years."

Shi Che smiled slightly, "Thank you for your kindness, but I know my own body well. Now I have reached the end of my life and there is nothing I can do to save it. I am afraid that I will let you down..."

Shi Che once had hope that he could live like a normal person one day, but after repeated disappointments, he no longer had any hope.

My father has searched all over the world for famous doctors but none of them could cure him. Who else in this world can save him?

Yun Shen knew from the beginning that Shi Che would not believe him if he just talked nonsense, so Yun Shen came prepared.

Yun Shen took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms and said, "Your Highness, I have a pill here. If you take it, you can live six more years."

Shi Che was a little hesitant. It was not that he thought Yun Shen would harm him, but he thought that instead of wasting the elixir on him, it would be better to leave it to Shi Yuan.

Shi Che subconsciously felt that the elixir Yun Shen took out must not be an ordinary item, but if it was to save his life, it might still be a bit of a stretch, but it should be able to strengthen his body, so it would be better to leave it to Shi Yuan.

Yun Shen said no more, but did not take the pill back. Yun Shen wanted to give Shi Che some time to think and let Shi Che figure it out.

Pills can save lives but cannot save hearts. If Shi Che himself has lost the will to live, then no matter how good the pills are, they will be of no help.

Even though the elixir can save Shi Che's life, if Shi Che lives in depression every day, the effectiveness of the elixir will be greatly reduced.

So Yun Shen did not continue to persuade him, but let Shi Che make his own decision.

Shi Yuan couldn't wait for Shi Che to think slowly, so he took the white porcelain bottle from Yun Shen's hand and stuffed it into Shi Che's hand, "Brother Wang, believe me, Ah Shen can really save you."

"Ah Shen is not one of those quack doctors. Ah Shen is a god."

"Even if you don't believe Ah Shen, you should still believe me. I won't harm you. Take it, just give it a try."

Shi Che looked at his brother's anxious look and chuckled, "Okay, since Xiao Yuan'er is so worried about me, I'll take this pill."

After Shi Che took the pill, he immediately felt much more relaxed.

Shi Che subconsciously looked in the direction of Yun Shen. Could it be that this young master was really a god? Did he take a magical medicine? Otherwise, how could there be a pill that works so quickly?

Afterwards, Shi Che shook his head in amusement, thinking that he must have been led away by Shi Yuan. Although this young man looked like an immortal, there was no way he could be a god. Aren't gods supposed to be white-haired old men?

Seeing that Shi Che had already taken the pill, Yun Shen began to talk about Shi Yao, "Your Highness, I have another thing to tell you."

Shi Che picked up the teacup and said, "Please speak, sir."

Yun Shen looked straight at Shi Che, "This other matter is about the little prince, that is, your prince Shi Yao."

Shi Che frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Yao'er?"

Yun Shen nodded, "The imperial physician should have already told His Royal Highness the Crown Prince that the young prince is in poor health due to your influence."

Shi Che couldn't hide the worry between his brows when he heard this, and whispered, "I know..."