Master Buhui withdrew his hand from Song Ci's pulse, glanced at her, and said, "If you worry less, you might live a little longer."
Song Ci: "..."
It's the New Year, stop cursing me.
"How could I be worried? I was merely chatting. Do you think I have enough influence to worry about the Emperor? You're giving me too much credit, and I certainly dare not accept it." Song Ci replied with a teasing smile.
Buhui said, "Your health has been a longstanding issue. Worry less, exercise diligently, and nourish yourself properly. Do not stop taking medicine, and avoid extreme joy or sorrow. In doing so, you may find some peace in the future."
"I understand," Song Ci said. "Since our families are going into the medicinal business together, you'll surely have opportunities to come to the capital. When the time comes, see how long I live."
