He Ying had not been at peace for long before he awoke again.
This time, he didn't have a nightmare, but his chest hurt.
It was the pain that had roused him.
The nearly fatal wound had not yet healed and remained a constant threat to his life.
Luo Shan was called to awaken once more.
Hearing that the Emperor's chest was in pain, she had no complaints and could only get up to tend to his wound.
Change the dressing.
Because of the chest pain, painkillers were needed. After re-bandaging, she then prepared a medicinal drink, hoping that internal and external treatment would ease his discomfort.
After taking the medicine, He Ying did indeed feel better and drifted back to sleep in a daze.
But his fever still did not subside.
This caused him to drift in and out of sleep, unable to maintain genuine lucidity.
Until a letter from Marshal Rong arrived.
Upon reading the letter, He Ying, sick unto death, sat up in alarm: "Ah Yan, Ah Yan—"
