"What's up?" Nangong Lin raised an eyebrow, "Mr. John, do you need something?"
"Miss, please don't be so formal." John was startled and hastily bowed, "Just call me John from now on."
"Oh." Nangong Lin scratched her head, "Is there something you need from me?"
"Well, sort of." John cautiously replied, "His Highness is on a drip."
"Huh?" Nangong Lin raised her eyebrows in surprise, "A drip? Why?"
Wasn't he fine when we got back just now? Oh, wait, he did look a bit pale, but this is kind of baffling.
He didn't do anything, why would he suddenly need that?
"It's like this." John respectfully answered, "His Highness has always followed the most scientific routine for his eating habits since he was young, which has developed into the habit of precise food intake and a stable sleep schedule. As a result, his stomach has become particularly delicate and sensitive. Eating a little more or a little less can make him uncomfortable.
