For three days, Yin Changling had a persistent high fever, and the wound on his chest showed no signs of improvement. The shaman shook his head repeatedly and remained silent.
Tu Shan Lingxi has been staying by Yin Changling's bedside for the past few days. When she hears Yin Changling calling out "Xi'er" repeatedly while he is delirious, her heart is breaking.
She took a damp handkerchief and gently wiped Yin Changling's forehead, hands, and feet, trying to slowly lower the man's body temperature.
Tu Shan Lingxi wiped him for a long time, changing the water several times until her fingers were frozen stiff, but the man's flushed face did not subside.
Now that the three-day deadline has arrived, Tu Shan Lingxi watched as the sky gradually darkened, and her eyes dimmed as well.
Yin Changling's face was becoming increasingly flushed. The high fever and convulsions of the past few days had made his cheeks increasingly thin, and he even looked faintly lifeless.
The witch doctor knelt to one side, at his wit's end. Just when Yin Changling was about to recover, he suddenly developed a high fever.
He was given medicine, his wounds were treated with herbs every day, and even the shaman used a legendary elixir, but His Majesty's condition showed no improvement.
It seems its fate has run out...
Even Tu Shan Susu and Wan Qiyi were led by the guards to stand far away in the center of the hall, feeling the somber atmosphere inside.
Tu Shan Su Su's small body exuded a faint sense of desolation in the night, which was noticed by Wan Qi Yi who was standing beside her.
Tu Shan Lingxi ignored them and used a cloth soaked in cold water to apply to the man's burning forehead, continuously channeling spiritual energy into his body.
She couldn't understand why her spiritual power and spells were ineffective against Yin Changling.
Tu Shan Lingxi was extremely panicked at this moment. She was unwilling to watch Yin Changling leave her. He had promised that he would live.
"Yin Changling, you can't die! Wake up, wake up..."
Perhaps it was Tu Shan Lingxi's voice that reached Yin Changling's ears. Although his whole body was burning up and he may have been unconscious for a long time, he still opened his eyes in a daze.
His weak and feeble voice quickly reached Tu Shan Lingxi's ears. Although it was barely audible, it instantly brought Tu Shan Lingxi back to her senses.
"Xi'er..."
"I'm here, Yin Changling. You're finally awake?"
Tu Shan Lingxi immediately bent down and leaned close to him to listen to him speak, just so that he wouldn't have to strain to speak.
Hearing the man's words, her eyes immediately welled up with tears. She had waited for three whole days without seeing him wake up, but now Yin Changling had finally woken up.
"Why are you so worried about me, Xi'er? I'm fine now."
Yin Changling had just woken up and felt pain all over his body, but when he saw Tu Shan Lingxi's red eyes, he instantly felt sorry for her.
He tugged at the corners of his mouth, wanting to raise his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Tu Shan Lingxi's eyes, but found that he couldn't even do such a small movement.
"hiss--"
"Don't move, don't move, witch doctor, come quickly and see how His Majesty is."
Tu Shan Lingxi quickly called the shaman over, wanting him to check if Yin Changling, now awake, had improved.
"yes."
The witch doctor received the order and quickly stepped forward to examine His Majesty's condition. His old face immediately darkened Yin Changling's expression.
The man had just woken up and hadn't even had a chance to say a few words to his sweetheart when he saw an old man, which made him quite unhappy.
"Ahem, step back, Xi'er, I want to talk to you more."
Perhaps due to illness, Yin Changling revealed a bit of his childlike nature. After scolding the witch doctor with a dark face, he looked pitifully at Tu Shan Lingxi.
The witch doctor, unusually, disobeyed Yin Changling's orders, muttering to himself, "What kind of time is this to be indulging in lust? He's about to lose his life."
However, after a thorough examination, the shaman found that Yin Changling's pulse was stabilizing and his high fever should subside soon.
Has His Majesty come back to life?
Seeing that the witch doctor remained silent for a long time, Tu Shan Lingxi immediately stepped forward to ask him, feeling uneasy and afraid that he would say something that she could not bear.
"Witch doctor, how is it?"
"In response to your question, judging from the pulse, His Majesty's life is not in danger. He just needs to take good care of himself in the future."
The witch doctor himself breathed a sigh of relief. After all, although the tyrant was cruel, he was ultimately good to his people. If he had suddenly died, who knows how far the Yin Kingdom would have descended into chaos.
"Great, that's wonderful!"
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