At midday in August, a sun like a fireball hung over Fufeng City. The scorching heat was like an invisible hand pressing down on everyone's heads, almost ready to ignite them.
At this moment, Shang Ruyi felt exactly like that.
She stood by the bed, watching He Wenzhu kneel and sit on the ground, holding Yu Wenye's wrist cautiously to diagnose his pulse. With each rise and fall of the chest of the person lying unconscious on the bed, her heartbeat vibrated in response.
Yu Wenye, what is his condition?
But she dared not ask, not even breathe loudly, fearing that any disturbance on her part would interrupt the doctor's pulse examination and lead to a desperate conclusion.
Everyone around seemed to share the same thought. Mu Xian and Cheng Qiao, along with Dai Junliang, and Shantong'er who had just escorted Yu Wenye back, all stood outside the screen of the inner chamber, holding their breath, not daring to exhale deeply.
