Wei Shu was taken aback and tried to sit up, only to find himself as weak as a cripple, without an ounce of strength.
Fortunately, Su Luo was resilient, seeming unaffected.
She merely frowned slightly, climbed up from the ground, quickly ascended the steps, and dashed to the side of the throne.
A moment ago, the situation was urgent; the Imperial Physician dared not and did not have time to move Wei Shu rashly.
Because in such circumstances, the consequences of moving someone away could be...
Su Luo rushed over, wanting to embrace him, only to realize that he was covered in silver needles.
She stopped herself from moving, fixing her gaze on Wei Shu's eyes, and forced a smile: "Ashu, how do you feel?"
All these days, a string had been taut deep in her heart.
The surface calm hadn't soothed the fear deep within her soul.
And with the news of Wei Shu coughing up blood today, that fear exploded.
She knew...
It had arrived!
The moment she dreaded most had probably come.
