Rong Sheng's face darkened as she laid Chu Yifeng back onto the bed. With the last of his strength, Chu Yifeng grabbed her, "Sister Rong Sheng, why do you hate me?"
Had he treated her that badly in the past?
Rong Sheng shook off his hand and went to look for Su Yingxue to prepare the medicine.
Her heart was seized by a nameless panic.
After she left, Chu Yifeng struggled to sit up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and murmured a cold, low laugh, "Since you hate this prince so much, I won't drag you down with me in death."
At night, those gravely ill found breathing difficult, and symptoms like vomiting blood became more frequent. Su Yingxue and Rong Sheng were simply overwhelmed, but they dared not let the military doctors in for fear that they would become infected as well.
