Chen Anyue's body had grown very sickly.
No matter how much medicine she received from skilled alchemists from all over, there were no improvements in her symptoms at all. She grew weaker by the day, remaining in her bed often and failing to keep her food down. Zhao Fanyu had seen this before and not only was he worried but he was equally as baffled.
"Here are the doses you have to take and the frequency in which you ought to take them," he instructed with a deep sigh, handing over a piece of paper with written instructions for her. "Remember to mix and drink the medicine while it's still hot."
Chen Anyue was seated in her bed. There was congee set at the side of her bed, long gone cold. It seemed that she had barely touched it.
