It's good that he's standing on his feet, but he looks absolutely dreadful. He can't stay mad, knowing his mind and judgment is terribly clouded by whatever he drank, so he is not himself.

Well, now that he's on his feet, stumbling drunkenly and his senses distracted, he's going to take action. With a lift, he's going to make an attempt in carrying him in his arms princess style, so he can take him to his room to take proper care of him and give him his special brew of medicine tea.

"C'mon Wei Ying. It's obviously that you are ill now."