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As he spoke, he shook his head vigorously, as if trying to confirm that what he saw was not an illusion.

Mu Han's eyes gradually became moist, and the crystal tears sparkled in his eyes like the brightest stars in the night sky.

He Yue told Mu Han everything in detail in concise and clear language.

Not long after the two of them talked, Mu Han felt his body getting heavier, as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing on him, and his eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably.

Seeing this, He Yue hurriedly comforted Mu Han in a soft voice and gently coaxed him to sleep.

Not long after, Mu Han's originally tense nerves gradually relaxed, his breathing became steady and deep, and he fell into a sweet dream.

Looking at Mu Han's peaceful sleeping face, He Yue's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a relieved smile.

She stood up gently, afraid that any noise would wake up the sleeping Mu Han.

He Yue moved cautiously and slowly walked to the door.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back at Mu Han who was sleeping soundly on the bed, then she gently closed the door and left quietly.

The whole room returned to silence, with only Mu Han's even breathing echoing in the air.

As soon as He Yue stepped out of the room, she instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Jiang Lingchuan, General He, and Gu Wenbo all focused their attention on her at the same time, their fiery gazes seeming to penetrate her.

Being stared at by so many people at the same time, He Yue couldn't help but feel a little shy and embarrassed. She subconsciously lowered her head, and her voice became as small as a mosquito: "Well... let's go to another room to talk."

After saying this, she quickly raised her head, as if she was afraid that others would refuse her, and glanced at the three people in front of her with expectant eyes.

Jiang Lingchuan immediately extended his hand and said, "Please follow me!"

I saw the four people slowly walking towards the room not far away. Their steps seemed a little heavy, as if every step carried endless worries and expectations.

After entering the room, the four of them found a seat and sat down one by one.

At this moment, Jiang Lingchuan, who was sitting at the head of the table, was the first to break the silence. He took a deep breath, then asked hesitantly, "Miss He, regarding His Majesty... do you think his current condition is still likely to be cured?"

As he spoke, Jiang Lingchuan stared closely at the woman in front of him called Miss He, his eyes full of anxiety and uneasiness.

The other two also turned their eyes to her, waiting for the answer that might bring hope.

He Yue frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "This matter... is really hard to explain! But no matter what, I will try my best. After all, how can you know if it works if you don't try? Even if the final result is not satisfactory, at least I tried my best, so I won't have any regrets."

Jiang Lingchuan frowned tightly, and his eyebrows seemed to be twisted together to form a deep "chuan" character.

However, although he was unwilling to accept this fact in his heart, his reason told him that the situation was indeed very difficult.

Those experienced and skilled imperial physicians have all asserted that Mu Han does not have much time left.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lingchuan's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Worry surged into his heart like a tide, constantly beating against his fragile inner defenses. He felt extremely heavy and helpless.

At this moment, Gu Wenbo and General He stretched out their hands almost at the same time and tightly grasped He Yue's delicate and slender hands, shouting anxiously: "Sister..." "A Yue..." Before they finished speaking, the two couldn't help but look at each other, and it seemed as if an electric current passed through their eyes when they met.

He Yue, who was caught in the middle, turned her head left and right in confusion. She first looked at Gu Wenbo and said softly, "Brother, this is the big brother who has always cared for me and protected me since I was a child."

After saying that, he smiled and turned his gaze to General He on the other side, and continued: "Brother, this is my biological brother."

Hearing this, Gu Wenbo and General He both smiled, bowed to each other, and exchanged polite greetings.

He Yue, who was standing aside, stared quietly at General He in front of her, as if she had a thousand words to say.

Finally, she took a deep breath and slowly told General He everything she had experienced during this period.

General He listened carefully to He Yue's story, sometimes nodding slightly to show his understanding, and sometimes frowning to show his concern.

After He Yue finished speaking, he gently patted He Yue's shoulder to comfort her, and then began to tell He Yue about the recent events that had happened to him, Mu Han, his mother, and his brother.

He described every detail in great detail, fearing to miss any important information.

In this way, the three of them were immersed in each other's stories, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The next morning, sunlight shone through the window onto Mu Han's pale and slightly haggard face.

He slowly opened his heavy eyelids, as if waking up from a long sleep.

Mu Han struggled to support his body with his hands and managed to sit up, his eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and uneasiness.

He looked around vigilantly. The whole room was extremely quiet and there was no one in sight.

An inexplicable fear surged in his heart. Mu Han's lips trembled and he shouted anxiously: "Yue'er, Yue'er..." The voice echoed in the empty room, but there was no response.

Mu Han was filled with doubts and worries at this moment. Was seeing Yue'er come back last night just an illusory dream?

But that real touch and warm breath seemed to still linger around him, making it difficult for him to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Just as Mu Han fell into deep self-doubt, the door was suddenly pushed open.

He Yue hurried in with a bowl of steaming medicine in her hand.

When she saw Mu Han struggling to get out of bed, she quickly put down the bowl of medicine in her hand and stepped forward to support him.

"Your Majesty, how can you be so careless about your health? You are still sick! Please don't move around. Tell me if you need anything."

He Yue looked at Mu Han with a worried look on her face, her eyes full of concern.

Mu Han hugged He Yue tightly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, fearing that she would disappear if he let go.

He buried his head deep in He Yue's arms and murmured, "Yue'er, I'm so scared. I'm afraid that all this is just a dream, and I'm afraid that you will leave me again."

As he spoke, tears involuntarily rolled down his cheeks.