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Wen Le's voice began to choke.

Jiang Huo felt his heart ache even after he stopped. "Zhong Anzhe, quickly write out the prescription."

"Bring me pen and paper."

Wen Le hastily went to find pen and paper, and handed them over to the imperial physician. She didn't want to waste a single second. Seeing the imperial physician writing, and then seeing 25 lying on the bed