Yao Shiyu also carried a food box and walked over leisurely. She glanced at Jiang Luoluo, who was sitting on a wooden stool silently shedding tears. The room was filled with the smell of blood.

Yao Shiyu arrived at Duanmu Ling's bedside and immediately noticed the blood-stained handkerchief. She feigned surprise.

Then tears streamed down his face like beads from a broken string, and he choked out, "Master, is there still no way?"

Duanmu Ling, looking barely audible, whispered, "Shiyu~"

With tears blurring her vision, Yao Shiyu took Duanmu Ling's pulse again, finding it to be turbid, weak, and feeble.

His near-death state was the same as in his previous life, and seeing Jiang Luoluo's sadness and grief was genuine, she felt relieved.

Yao Shiyu suddenly wiped away her tears, forcing a smile, "Master, I specially cooked some chicken soup today. Please drink more of it later. Don't worry, I will work with the military doctors to find a solution as soon as possible. You two will definitely get better soon."

Jiang Luoluo was secretly overjoyed. "You little rascal, you're quite the actress. You deserve an Oscar."

As if giving his last words, Jiang Chengfeng said to Gu Boyuan, "Boyuan, if that day ever comes, I entrust Luoluo and the Flying Feather Army to your care."

Gu Boyuan glanced at Jiang Luoluo, who was silently weeping and looking heartbroken, and said stubbornly, "Master, you will definitely get better. If it really doesn't work, I will write to the court and ask them to send more imperial physicians over."

Jiang Luoluo thought to herself, "Oh, you're so powerful. Are you the emperor or your father? Do you own the Imperial Hospital? You can just invite people whenever you want."

As she complained, Jiang Luoluo's laughter faded. In the book's ending, the emperor was none other than Gu Boyuan's father.