Just as he had just stood firm, he suddenly felt dizzy, as if his whole body was pressed down by a heavy object, the pain in his chest intensified, and his throat seemed to be blocked, and his breathing became heavy.
He rested one hand on the table and subconsciously pressed his chest with the other hand, cold sweat gradually seeping out of his forehead.
"No..." Shen Yuhan murmured softly, realizing that something was wrong with his body.
He was caught off guard by this sudden feeling of weakness.
He has always presented himself as a tough general and never thought that he would be in such a miserable state.
He wanted to call out to the soldiers guarding outside the tent, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he almost had no strength to even raise his hand.
The fatigue of the body swept over me like a tide, and the toughness that I had maintained for several days finally collapsed at this moment.
Just as his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground, footsteps suddenly came from outside the tent.
The soldiers under his command noticed something was wrong, opened the curtain and rushed in: "General! What's wrong with you?"
Seeing Shen Yuhan pale and weak, the soldier rushed forward to support him, his face full of anxiety: "General! Hang in there! I'll go get a doctor!"
As he spoke, he helped Shen Yuhan onto the bed and hurried out to call for help.
The night breeze was cool. Shen Yuhan leaned on the bed, breathing slightly faster. The dull pain in his chest made it almost impossible for him to wake up completely.
He vaguely felt that this might be a relapse of his old illness caused by overwork for many days and heavy worries.
But at this moment, he only felt his head dizzy, his body becoming weaker and weaker, and the candlelight in front of him gradually became blurred.
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