While the imperial physician was taking Nan Zhiyun's pulse, he was sweating profusely. He could barely feel her pulse anymore. Normally, he might have simply said there was no hope, but he didn't dare say that now.
When Qianxia saw Nan Zhiyun being carried back by Yu Jingchen like that, she was terrified. But she couldn't cause any more trouble, so she could only stay by her side.
"How is she?" Yu Jingchen asked.
"Your Majesty..." The imperial physician stammered as he faced Yu Jingchen.
"Consort Nan's injuries... are very, very serious. I need to administer acupuncture..." The imperial physician spoke haltingly. After all, few people are not truly afraid in the face of death. Especially not in front of someone like Yu Jingchen.
"Then why don't you hurry up and do it?" Yu Jingchen even wanted to kill someone.
"Yes, yes, I will administer the acupuncture immediately, I will administer the acupuncture immediately." The imperial physician was afraid of dying, so he quickly found his tools in the box, but his hands were shaking and he was hesitant to insert the needles.
"If you hesitate any longer, and if there's even the slightest problem with her, I'll first cut off your hands, then your feet, and then execute you by being cut in half at the waist!" Yu Jingchen had already lost his patience.
The imperial physician quickly calmed himself down and began to administer acupuncture, but even so, Nan Zhiyun showed no sign of waking up.
Now, almost everyone from the Imperial Medical Bureau has arrived. Yu Jingchen had them examine the pulse together. After taking the pulse, they looked at each other, because... the pulse was as weak as it could possibly be, but no one dared to say it.
"What exactly is her condition?" Yu Jingchen could guess some of the general situation from the faces of these imperial physicians, which is why his unease gradually grew.
"Your Majesty, Consort Nan's injuries are quite severe, and she is barely holding on with a weak pulse. Her condition is far from optimistic," the imperial physician replied.
"You're all a bunch of useless trash. What are you all good for?" Yu Jingchen must have used a lot of effort to suppress his urge to kill.
In the end, the imperial physician decided to first use ginseng to prolong Nan Zhiyun's life, and then think of other solutions. Yu Jingchen had no other choice but to listen to the imperial physician's advice.
While the imperial physicians were discussing treatment options, Yu Jingchen arrived at Nan Zhiyun's bedside. Nan Zhiyun's clothes were still on; they were blood-stained and torn from whipping, with clear bloodstains visible all over her body.
Yu Jingchen couldn't imagine what she had gone through and what she had suffered. How had she endured all those injuries?
"Go and fetch a basin of hot water," Yu Jingchen ordered. He couldn't do anything else right now, so he could only help Nan Zhiyun tidy up her disheveled state.
When Qianxia came over to help Nan Zhiyun cut open her clothes, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore. Almost every inch of Nan Zhiyun's skin was unharmed.
"Get out of here," Yu Jingchen said, not allowing Qianxia to serve him. Qianxia didn't dare to insist on staying, so she could only leave.
Yu Jingchen began to wipe Nan Zhiyun's body, his heart clenching with each wiping motion. When they first entered the dark room, it was pitch black, and Nan Zhiyun was afraid of the dark. Now, covered in wounds, her skin torn and bleeding… Nan Zhiyun was also extremely afraid of pain, so how had she endured it all?
Don't speculate on the plot! Haha, seeing isn't always believing, things aren't that simple... Haha, think about it carefully, there are actually foreshadowing and clues earlier on. Also... just a reminder, do you remember the witchcraft doll?
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