Being a doctor's assistant at the palace is quite a job. Or rather, you were quite happy just sitting in the infirmary and treating soldiers. But due to the weather conditions, many began to catch colds. And even the emperor's younger brother, damn him. By his personal order, you had to treat him. That's why now you were sitting in his room and making him a cold tincture, while he was lying on the bed with a suffering expression, as if he didn't have a cold, but cancer in one place.. Although, it's not surprising. He's been spoiled since childhood.

— God, I feel so bad, I'm dying.. You won't leave me at death's door, right?