Meanwhile.
"Master."
Early in the morning, Yingwu sensed something was wrong with Shen Hua and hurriedly sought out Cui Yun. At that time, Cui Yun was taking the pulse of Ji Teng, who was "unconscious".
"Miss Shen is sick, and she looks very unwell."
Upon hearing this, Cui Yun's expression changed dramatically, and without hesitation, he left Ji Teng and headed straight out.
As he left, Ji Teng slowly opened his eyes.
He watched Cui Yun leaving with an indecipherable look in his eyes.
As Cui Yun approached Shen Hua's tent, he heard a series of weak, continuous coughs coming from inside. A sense of dread clenched his heart.
He hastened inside.
The girl on the cot appeared pale, with beads of sweat on her forehead. Her breathing was feeble, barely noticeable.
"How could this be!"
Shen Hua rested a hand on her chest as if in unbearable discomfort.
Speaking weakly, she said, "It's my old ailment. I must have caught a chill from the breeze last night."
