An Ji was lying on the bed at this moment, his fever making his face flush and his breathing rapid.
An Youyou strode over, quickly took An Ji's wrist, and couldn't help but furrow her brow.
An Ji had visibly lost a lot of weight.
His wrist seemed to be nothing but skin.
She kept her focus, concentrating entirely on taking An Ji's pulse.
The more she took the pulse, the tighter her brow became.
Yuan Kai watched An Youyou's manner from the side, his whole body tense to the point that he could hardly contain himself.
He paced back and forth in the room.
Finally, after a moment, he couldn't hold back any longer, "How is it? Say something!"
Seeing the look on this young Imperial Physician's face, Yuan Kai had the illusion that Du Zhimiao was about to die.
To Yuan Kai, he felt some guilt towards Du Zhimiao.
