At the Scripture Pavilion, Mu Xian had people form a circle around them, verifying the identities and belongings of the doctors before finally letting them in.
Shang Ruyi was seated on a temporary bed brought inside the Pavilion. Yu Wenye stood beside her, his face ashen as he looked at them taking turns to check Ruyi's pulse.
After the diagnosis, everyone exchanged glances, seemingly unwilling to speak. Yu Wenye, his face stern, coldly demanded in a voice that was both hoarse and as sharp as a blade, "How is the Princess's condition? Speak!"
An older doctor, the most senior with a beard already grey, mustered the courage to reply, "Your Highness, we have diagnosed that the Princess was slightly shocked but it hasn't affected the fetus. Fortunately, there are no external injuries, only some smoke inhalation. It might be necessary to prescribe some soothing herbal remedies for the lungs."
Yu Wenye asked, "No real impact then?"
