In the Qinghe Hall.

The doctor finished checking the pulse of Princess Zhaoning and stood up from the bedside, while instructing the little medicine boy to sharpen the ink and write the prescription, while saying to Xie Yuanjun: "The Princess just fell into the water and got winded, some wind chill, not a big deal."

Xie Yuanjun's face is slightly sunken, more and more like the ice and snow, cold and impersonal: "Please ask the doctor order to take more trouble, ...