Shen Mingshu gently pressed her fingers against Shen Ruizhe’s wrist, narrowing her eyes as she checked his pulse. His pulse was so faint it was nearly imperceptible—as weak as a patient on the brink of death, hanging on by a single, fragile thread.
"He’s so feeble, it feels like he might pass away at any moment," Shen Mingshu said with a pitying shake of her head. "Bring some water and feed him."
"Perhaps I should go brew some nourishing tonic," Yunrou said, rising to her feet.
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