"Second Miss Ye."
Chu Qiyuan was the first to step forward, the worry in his eyes unconcealable.
"His Majesty suddenly fell unconscious. We've tried many methods, but he still hasn't woken up. Please, come quickly and see what can be done."
Ye Chutang nodded lightly. "Please don't worry. Allow me to take His Majesty's pulse first."
With that, she lifted her foot to step forward.
Suddenly, a sarcastic, grating voice came from the side.
"Chu Hospital Director, you seem to hold Second Miss Ye in such high regard. Are you perhaps clutching at her like a drowning man clutches a straw?"
Ye Chutang's steps faltered.
Chu Qiyuan had already turned his head to look, his tone cold. "Doctor Zhou, if you could have woken His Majesty by now, I would naturally hold you in the same high esteem."
"You—"
Zhou Kangxue choked on his words. With so many people watching, he couldn't afford to openly cause a scene, so he could only manage a sneer.
