90 The Mind Of The Emperor (1/2)
Inside one of the palace chamber rooms, a girl laid lifelessly on soft bedding, her body embraced in silk sheets. The room was covered in luxurious curtains, and the furniture was polished and gleaming of value. The floor was colorfully carpeted, but it couldn't cover up the odd vibe in the room.
Two figures could be seen leaning over the sleeping girl, one dressed in gold and the other dressed in a white physician's garment. From afar, both her hands and legs could be seen burned by fire, leaving her skin bright red. Her breathing was shallow, and her forehead was covered in beads of sweat. The Emperor stood by her bedside, and his eyes were complicated as they concentrated on her face.
He turned to the physician gradually as though he didn't hear the first time, and he drew out his words deliberately, ”Repeat what you just said.”
The royal physician felt significantly pressured as he stumbled over his words. It was just the eldest miss of the Wei's family, but now it seemed like he was nursing the princess herself, ”The eldest miss's lungs and body seemed to have been exhausted by the smoke from the fire. Other than some small surface injuries, she appears to be fine. She simply requires more time to recuperate. Would you like this servant to use his light magic to speed up the process?”
”No need. Leave it at that.”
The physician was left horribly confused. At first, he was forced to make sure the eldest miss becomes better or else he was going to lose his head. Now he was told not to help her get better. What was this old man to do? Nodding his head, he withdrew his powers and left the Hongyue alone.
”And what about medicine?”
”This servant thinks that medicine must be served every 2-4 hours to assist her in breathing more efficiently.”
”Then what if it's delayed to every 8-12 hours?”
Although disturbed by the question, the physician continued to respond smoothly, ”It would reduce down the healing process quite a bit. In addition, it might cripple the body. The patient may need to depend on long term uses of herbs in order to recover her health.”
The Emperor went silent for a moment. He turned to the doctor, ”You are dismissed. You can collect 45 gold pieces from my head eunuch later.”
Pleased, the royal doctor nodded and appropriately exited the room, leaving Hongyue who laid on the bed without a movement other than shallow breathing with the Emperor.
”Come out,” Hearing the Emperor's call, an aide dropped down from the darkness. He had been positioned in the top beam of the ceiling close to a corner, hidden behind the luxurious curtains.
”Did I not tell you to follow her?”