Yuesang Palace
In the bathhouse
Princess Consort Sang was scrubbed, washed, and had her hair done by palace maids, then finally changed into a robe, recovering some semblance of a human form, before being carried out by an eunuch and laid on the bed.
The bed was soft and warm.
Princess Consort Sang had not laid in such a comforting place for a long time, feeling as if she were slipping into a beautiful, peaceful dream.
Perhaps she should have died here.
At this very moment.
But her wish was not granted.
Someone grabbed her hand, dragging her back to reality.
"Princess Consort Sang, I am the female doctor Luo Shan, now by the Emperor's order, I am here to examine and treat you."
Luo Shan took her hand, rolled up her sleeve to reveal her pallid, thin wrist, then placed her hand on it, starting to examine her pulse.
Weak.
Too weak.
All her organs were failing to various degrees.
If not treated promptly, she surely wouldn't last three days.