Chen Songshi narrowed his eyes. "If she can't bear the responsibility, are you implying, Doctor Zhou, that you can?"
"I—"
Zhou Kangxue choked, his face flushing red.
Emperor Muwu's condition was already extremely dire. 'How could he dare accept such a responsibility?'
'If something went wrong later, he wouldn't be able to argue his way out of it!'
'But letting Ye Chutang off so easily was absolutely out of the question.'
"So, it seems Lord Wang trusts Ye Chutang completely?"
Chen Songshi sneered. "When His Majesty was gravely ill and unconscious, she was the one who turned the tide, bringing down his fever and allowing him to gradually regain consciousness. I'm not to trust her, but instead trust the likes of you who were utterly helpless?!"
His words were fierce, frank, and direct—no different from slapping them across the face.
Zhou Kangxue wanted to argue, but everything Chen Songshi had said was the truth.
