The Guard Commander frowned, looking as though he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
Liang Wan ignored him, lifting the curtain and stooping to enter the carriage.
The man slouched inside had a deathly pale face. His eyes were shut tight, his jaw was clenched, and his lips were blue. No matter how loudly they called to him, his rigid body remained unresponsive.
Two attendants were gathered around him, sweating with anxiety.
Startled to see Liang Wan, they were about to question her when she cut them off. "You two, help me lay the master flat. Then, open the curtains and wait outside. It's too stuffy in here with so many people; he's having trouble breathing!"
She spoke crisply, then immediately opened her Pouch and took out a set of silver needles.
Seeing her confident and practiced movements, the attendants could only fall silent and comply.
