Tinglan Garden.
The doctor finished checking Meng Qianqian's pulse, shook his head, and let out a long sigh.
He moved to the room next door.
Lu Yuan was sitting in a chair, sipping tea.
The Commander of the Imperial Guard stood by his side. Seeing the doctor enter, he asked, "Doctor Zhang, how is it?"
The doctor clasped his hands helplessly. "Forgive this old man for being powerless."
The Commander of the Imperial Guard frowned. "Is it that severe?"
Lu Yuan said calmly, "Cen Steward, see Doctor Zhang off."
The steward named Cen walked in from the door, picked up Doctor Zhang's medicine box, and politely said, "Doctor Zhang, this way please."
Doctor Zhang bowed to Lu Yuan, then turned to leave.
The Commander of the Imperial Guard's face was filled with disbelief. "Wait… how can this be... she… kneels for a while and ends up like this?"
He didn't know if he was more regretful or more shocked at the moment.
"My lord, should I... go fetch the Imperial Physician?"
