But Mi Yao was in a deep, groggy sleep and could not open her mouth.
"Lady Zhang, what should we do? Will Lady Mi's persistent high fever affect the baby in her belly?" the maid asked anxiously.
Lady Zhang clenched her teeth. The Young Master had entrusted Lady Mi to her care, and if anything happened to Lady Mi, given how much the Young Master cared for her, he would surely punish her severely.
"Let's do this, gently pry open Lady Mi's mouth, and I'll feed her the medicine."
"Okay." The maid grasped Mi Yao's delicate and pallid cheeks, and she slightly opened her mouth.
Lady Zhang spooned some herbal medicine into Mi Yao's mouth.
Mi Yao did not swallow at all; smelling the unpleasant scent of the herbal medicine made her retch, and she slumped over the head of the bed, vomiting continuously.
Lady Zhang and two maids panicked too, patting Mi Yao's back and wiping her face. After all this turmoil, Mi Yao lay lifelessly back on the bed, seemingly slipping into a coma.
