Sima Changhao turned around and saw Gu Changsheng daydreaming, sighing incessantly as he did so. His face instantly darkened, "Does the Medicine God find something inappropriate?"
"Ah?" Caught off guard by the sudden question, Gu Changsheng hadn't yet snapped out of his reveries and instinctively replied with a sound.
Seeing this, Sima Changhao glanced at Sima Liancheng worriedly before turning back to Gu Changsheng, "Imperial Younger Brother fell ill from the rain and has caught a cold. We ask the Medicine God for help!"
In the end, as if afraid that Gu Changsheng would refuse, Sima Changhao added, "The Medicine God himself set the rules, and I have followed all the rules you've laid out. Do you still have any dissatisfaction?"
Gu Changsheng glanced at the tray on the table and quickly nodded.
Godfather, that's ten thousand taels!
She'd be foolish to be dissatisfied, right?
