The old Imperial Physician's brows furrowed heavily, his hands trembling involuntarily as he took the pulse.
In the chaos, Ying Yi remembered to use the walkie-talkie to notify Lin Yi.
"Mr. Lin, Her Majesty, she—"
Before Ying Yi could finish, the sound of rapid footsteps approached.
It was Lin Yi!
"Your Majesty! What's wrong with Your Majesty!"
Lin Yi, trembling all over with worry, grabbed the Imperial Physician by the collar, nearly losing control of his emotions.
When he saw the pale-faced young Emperor on the screen, he felt as though his world was about to collapse.
The old Imperial Physician, terrified, shakily said, "Mr. Lin, please rest assured, Her Majesty is just overworked and has stirred the fetal breath. She needs to rest in bed for three days. It's nothing serious."
Unwilling to accept this, Lin Yi pressed further, "Are you sure Her Majesty is alright? But why is her complexion so pale?"
