บท 1910: Not Optimistic

Cool hands touched his forehead and he heard a familiar voice: "Alright, the fever has subsided, it means that the poison is almost detoxified."

"You Yue?" Mo Zhi called out, his voice was hoarse.

"Don't talk, eat this first." Sima You Yue's voice sounded vague and dreamlike to him. 

A pill was stuffed into his mouth and it dissolved upon entering his mouth. Almost at once, he felt that his head was a lot clearer, and his mouth was a lot more comfortable. 

He looked at Sima You Yue. She pulled out a silver needle and pierced it on his body, then she said: "You were poisoned. I am detoxifying the poison for you. If you have any uncertainty, ask me when you're feeling better."

Mo Zhi blinked and watched her as she worked quietly. After she had removed all the silver needles, she covered him with a quilt. 

"Lingyu, you can let them in now." She said and turned her head.