Su Miaoyan clasped her hands together, gazing at the moon as she prayed incessantly, "I beseech the immortals on the moon to pity Sister Xue. She possesses superb medical skills, dedicated to healing the sick. Please don't let anything happen to her!"
If she and the child were to meet with misfortune, then the heavens would be truly unjust.
Inside the chamber, the court physician knelt outside the gauze curtain while Saint Ruan knelt within, both finding the situation difficult to endure.
Especially Saint Ruan, who after muttering that Su Yingxue had merely fainted from exhaustion and would recover upon waking, was scolded by Chu Yihan, "Faint from no cause? No one leaves until she awakens!"
Saint Ruan rubbed his numb knees, looking at Su Yingxue on the bed, and muttered under his breath, "Madam, please wake up quickly! If you don't wake, how many others must kneel with you?"
Though they were all in the same place, the difference in their positions was too great!