Time seemed to have frozen, with only the hushed whispers of the imperial physicians and the clinking of herbs echoing through the room.
Finally, one of the imperial physicians wiped the sweat from his forehead and said wearily, "The medicine is ready. What happens next is up to his fate."
Qing Shuang immediately stepped forward, urgently asking, "How is he?"
"The injuries are severe; he needs to rest quietly." The imperial physician sighed, shaking his head, "Whether he can wake up depends on his own will."
Hearing these words, Qing Shuang's eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up. Mo Han stepped forward and gently patted her shoulder, comforting her, "Don't worry, he'll be alright."
Qing Shuang nodded, but the worry in her eyes did not diminish at all; she merely stared intently at Luo Chen lying on the bed.
