Wei Shu felt a sharp tightening at the back of his head and rushed forward, pushing Lei Yun aside before supporting Su Luo. His voice trembled: "How are you, Luoluo? How are you?"
"Imperial Physician, Imperial Physician, hurry!"
The Imperial Physician was already nearby and was frantic: "Your Majesty, please lay the Empress down first so that I may take her pulse!"
In his panic, Wei Shu completely lost the demeanor of an emperor and didn't think to lay Su Luo flat first.
With the Imperial Physician's reminder, Wei Shu carefully picked Su Luo up and swiftly carried her to the dragon bed at the back of Zhengyang Palace, gently placing her down.
The Imperial Physician hurriedly stepped forward to take her pulse.
Without responding further, he immediately began administering acupuncture.
Su Luo's face was as pale as paper, her abdomen seemingly twisted with knives. She bit her lip tightly, unwilling to make a sound, so as not to upset Wei Shu.
