Ye Qianning's high fever had come on suddenly, and by nightfall, it still hadn't broken. Seeing this, the imperial physicians could only shake their heads. In their minds, a situation like this was beyond the help of medicine.
'It would be completely useless. The child isn't going to make it.'
Of course, they didn't have the guts to say this out loud. One look at the General told them he was ready to kill someone.
Xiang Minghou refused to leave her side. His eyes were bloodshot. Wiping her palms and the soles of her feet with alcohol had no effect at all. 'How can the fever-reducing medicine I forced down her throat be useless?'
Zhan Chi had all but dragged his father to Lou Mountain to personally treat Ye Qianning.
When the imperial physicians standing outside the door saw Old Master Zhan arrive, they felt as if their pillar of support had arrived. They hurried forward and quietly explained the current situation to him.
