Once inside, Chen Ning was choked by the smell of medicine. But she did not stop and walked into the bedroom.

Several small red clay stoves were burning in the room. A pot was placed on top of each small stove that was emitting white steam.

Before Mochuan and she arrived, Xiao Si and Zhuifeng were decocting medicine.

Imperial Physician Zhang was bending over the bed to perform acupuncture on Shaobai. He didn’t hear Chen Ning’s footsteps. He was fully engrossed in acupuncture. He didn’t even lift his head.

His head of white hair was messy. His forehead was filled with sweat. He was a completely different person from the neat and tidy old imperial physician.

Chen Ning only glanced over Imperial Physician Zhang. She didn’t disturb him. She just stood there quietly in front of the bed and gazed intently at the motionless Chu Shaobai lying on the bed.

If Mochuan didn’t tell her before that he was really skinny…… skinny to the point where he didn’t look human anymore, she really couldn’t believe that the thin bony person was Shaobai.

Her body slightly shook. She almost couldn’t stand.

A strong arm held her from behind.

Mochuan was behind her. His arm wrapped around her waist, letting her lean on his chest. Then he quietly looked at Chu Shaobai on the bed with her.

“Shaobai. Is he really Shaobai?” Her lips moved. Her voice was so soft that even she couldn’t hear it.

Mochuan’s arm around her waist tightened. Then he nodded.

Chen Ning involuntarily closed her eyes. She calmed herself and opened her eyes again.

The Chu Shaobai on the bed was really thin. He was so thin that his cheeks sunk and his eyes popped out. His face was sallow and his eyes were closed. His flat chest didn’t seem to move up or down.

He was lying flat and looked lifeless. He looked like a corpse without any breath and body heat.

She saw the thick gauze which covered his chest. That was the sword wound that he deliberately endured to save her……

Was it because of this sword injury that made him become a living dead person?

Chen Ning didn’t believe it!

It was very quiet in the room. It was so quiet that even a needle falling to the ground could be heard. There was only the sound from Imperial Physician Zhang’s breathing.

Xiao Si and Zhuifeng walked in the room silently too. They didn’t say anything with tacit understanding. They crouched silently beside the stoves to look after the medicine in the pots.

Imperial Physician Zhang’s actions were getting slower and slower. The sweat on his forehead increased more and more. He was toiling strenuously in the end.

Everyone in the room watched him. When he finished inserting the last needle, he exhaled a long breath. Then he started to collapse.

Mochuan lightly helped him with his hand on his back. Imperial Physician Zhang steadied his footsteps and looked back. He was suddenly taken back.

“Emperor!” Imperial Physician Zhang was so shocked that he couldn’t say anything more.

Then he saw Chen Ning and was even more shocked. He thought that he was dreaming.

“Imperial Physician Zhang, Shaobai…… can get better, right?” Mochuan slowly asked.

Imperial Physician Zhang was going to instinctually shake his head. But he looked at Chen Ning and his neck stiffened. He vaguely said, “Jingan Wang is blessed by the heavens. He is also young. He…… might get better.”

However, he said these words with no confidence. How could the people there not understand the truth?

Mochuan’s heart suddenly sank. A touch of pain flashed across his eyes.

Zhuifeng and Xiao Si also looked down sadly. Their hearts held unspeakable grief.