"If he had taken my medicine, his pulse wouldn't be like this today."
Ye Chutang gently shook her head.
"Perhaps Mr. Fan still holds a grudge against me for what happened before, so… he didn't trust my prescription."
Everyone present understood what she meant.
After all, if Ye Chutang hadn't performed a public autopsy in the Ministry of Justice Prison, Fan Chengzhuo likely wouldn't have lost his position as Minister of the Ministry of Justice so quickly.
It was only natural that he would be wary of Ye Chutang and refuse to use her medicine.
"Th-Then…" Zhao Xuanping was at a loss for words. His only concern was whether Fan Chengzhuo would ever wake up. "So, the poison must have already invaded his organs. With such a long delay… Second Miss Ye, is there anything else you can do?"
Ye Chutang pondered for a moment.
