The door opened, and the Chief Imperial Doctor walked out.
Princess Consort Zhen rushed up to him. "How is Qiong'er?"
The Chief Imperial Doctor answered truthfully, "I have stopped the bleeding for the Saint, but he has lost too much blood and is still in a coma. All we can do now is wait. If he wakes up within twelve hours, his life should be out of danger."
The implication was clear: they had done all they could, and now it was up to fate.
Princess Consort Zhen asked in a trembling voice, "And what if he doesn't wake up within twelve hours?"
The Chief Imperial Doctor sighed, his tone heavy. "Then he will never wake up."
The color drained from Princess Consort Zhen's face in an instant, and she swayed, on the verge of collapsing.
She wanted to enter the room to see her son, but she stopped abruptly after just two steps. She turned to Hua Manman and pleaded.
