After sunset, the cold seeped through her entire body, alternating between fever and chills. Soon after, uncontrollable vomiting began. Nuanyang, left with no choice, went to seek medicine from the physician. The physician, not daring to be indifferent, personally came to check her pulse and prescribe medication. After assessing her, his face grew solemn—Fengyu was gravely ill and had already lost consciousness. He quickly administered acupuncture to stabilize her heart and instructed Chunlu to prepare medicinal decoctions.
"Doctor, how is Ayu? Why hasn't she woken up yet?"
"This..." The physician faltered, unwilling to speak further. If it were an ordinary citizen, he might bluntly suggest preparing for the worst. But with Fengyu, he dared not say such a thing; he held deep admiration for her.
