"What time is it now?!"
Fan Chengzhuo hurriedly cut him off and asked anxiously.
The servant froze, baffled by his master's panicked expression. "Uh, you've been unconscious for a full day. It's just past seven in the morning…"
'A whole day has passed!?'
Fan Chengzhuo's heart sank, and his anxiety intensified.
Without another word, he threw off the covers and got out of bed. But before he could take a single step, weakness and soreness washed over him, and he nearly collapsed.
The servant rushed forward to catch him. "My lord! My lord, you've only just woken up; you're at your weakest. The doctor left instructions yesterday. He said you must rest well when you awoke and that you absolutely cannot neglect your health as you did before, otherwise—"
Before he could finish, alarm bells went off in Fan Chengzhuo's mind.
He stared warily at the servant, his expression tense. "A doctor? What doctor!?"
