Lying on his stomach in bed, Ji Hui's face was flushed red, and his body was drenched in cold sweat.
Seeing this, his adjutant looked at Tuluo Cheng and anxiously asked, "Military Advisor, General Ji's fever is dangerously high. If we don't do anything, he won't survive tonight!"
Hearing this, Tuluo Cheng clenched his fists as he looked at the unconscious Ji Hui.
After a moment of silence, he asked, "Didn't Physician Yan prescribe some medicine for General Ji this afternoon?"
The adjutant nodded. "Yes, he did."
Stretching out his hand, Tuluo Cheng ordered, "Give it to me."
The adjutant's eyes widened in shock at his words.
Taking two steps back to distance himself from Tuluo Cheng, he said, "No! Military Advisor, we can't give General Ji those strange medicines. Who knows whether it's medicine or poison?"
Tuluo Cheng looked at him and asked with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "Then should we just do nothing and let General Ji die?"
