"Old Master, Old Master, what's wrong with you?" Princess Consort Pu was shocked, quickly bending over to check him.
"Someone, someone, quickly go and get the doctor." The Princess Consort Pu was so frightened, she was at a loss, checking while shouting in panic.
"Don't...don't...don't call the doctor!" Prince Pu raised a hand, his expression full of pain, and said.
"Old Master, are you alright, should we still call a doctor to take a look?"
"No...no need."
After a while, Prince Pu finally caught his breath.
The heart of the Princess Consort Pu, which had been suspended in mid-air, finally settled down; after a false alarm, she couldn't help but wipe her tears while scolding, "You, always so impulsive. You've sustained such a serious injury and still get so worked up. Do you not want to live anymore?"
Prince Pu glared at the servant standing beside him, too scared to even breathe: "It's this damned servant, speaking hesitantly, intending to get me killed."
