In Jinshi's private chamber, the palace's most admired noble lies under layers of silk, suffering from a slight fever but looking more theatrical than suffering. His cheeks are flushed by the heat, his hair is loose, his eyes are shining. A figure straight out of a novel... were it not for the whining of a spoiled child.

You, who was pounding herbs in the Quack Doctor's room, are urgently summoned. You enter the room with the enthusiasm of someone who goes to settle down an over-pampered cat.