Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

"Zicheng——!"

A scream escaped his lips, and Han Fei's expression changed drastically as he watched helplessly as the person in front of him went limp and slid toward the ground.

He immediately strode forward, stretched out his long arm to support Zhou Wenqing under his armpits, and then squatted down to catch him steadily, letting him lean against him.

Fusu immediately fell to the ground, his hands gripping Zhou Wenqing's sleeves tightly, his fingertips trembling, and he called out anxiously:

"Sir! What's wrong? Wake up, sir!"

His eyes, which had not shown the slightest fear when boulders rolled down and arrows rained down, now shrank sharply, filled with intense panic and helplessness, as he stared intently at the person leaning against Han Fei's chest.

Zhou Wenqing's eyes were closed, and he had already fallen into a coma. His face was deathly pale, almost transparent, but his cheeks were flushed with an abnormal, sickly red. Cold sweat soaked through the hair at his temples, and strands of hair mixed with dust stuck to his forehead and cheeks. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his lips were pressed into a tight straight line.

Even while unconscious, his body still trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the fabric of his clothes on his back was already soaked with cold sweat. When Han Fei touched it with his fingertips, he felt a burning heat, and his heart tightened immediately.

"not good!"

Han Fei dared not delay for even a moment, and abruptly raised his head, shouting sharply to the surroundings:

"The healer! Xia Wuqie! Where is Physician Xia?!"

"Here!"

A response was followed by hurried footsteps. Li Yi, covered in dust and bloodstains, rushed over, holding a long sword in one hand and dragging Xia Wuqie with the other.

"Dr. Xia! Please save the gentleman!"

Fusu hurriedly got up and stepped aside to make room for the rescue, his eyes fixed on Xia Wuqie, his anxiety burning as if he were about to burst into flames.

Without a word, Xia Wuqie pounced forward, grabbing Zhou Wenqing's wrist with one hand, pressing three fingers firmly on the pulse point, while his other hand reached up to his forehead—the burning heat touched by his fingertips made his face instantly darken.

"How is the gentleman?" Upon seeing this, Li Yi hurriedly asked.

"As expected, she has a high fever." Xia Wuqie responded, his brows furrowing into a knot as he began to carefully take her pulse.

"The gentleman was also bumped into!"

Fusu hurriedly added, afraid that he might have missed something and delayed his husband's treatment.

"I don't know where I hit him, but I heard him groan!"

Are there any other external injuries? Xia Wuqie didn't look up, but his eyes became even more serious.

"He also has a heart condition. It seems his heart condition has relapsed, but he took his medication, I saw it!"

"How many?" Xia Wuqie pressed.

"Many," Fusu answered without hesitation.

He recalled how his husband had held him tightly in his arms with one hand, while the other hand trembled as he took out the medicine bottle, poured out the pills, and swallowed them without even looking at them. His voice became even drier, and he lowered his head and repeated it in a low voice.

"……a lot of."

Xia Wuqie didn't speak again, but carefully felt his pulse, and the vertical line between his eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper.

The pulse under my fingers was alarmingly chaotic, every inch of it radiating danger. It floated and sank without any pattern, initially rapid but then weak and lacking strength. Sometimes it would suddenly stop, then continue with a slight tremor, sluggish and difficult to move. Each pulse was sluggish and weak, suggesting that it was not only due to heat evil entering the body and the decline of heart qi, but also signs of internal organ turmoil and blood stasis obstructing the meridians, which aggravated the damage to the heart meridian.

Xia Wuqie's eyelids twitched slightly. He withdrew his hand and opened the medical kit he carried with him.

"We must stabilize his heart first." His voice was very low, but every word was clear and reached everyone's ears. "I am going to administer acupuncture, it will hurt, so please hold him steady and do not let him move around."

"I'll do it!"

Li Yi's voice squeezed in from the side, urgent and harsh. He first looked at Xia Wuqie, then at Han Fei, and repeated:

"Let me do it, I can hold the man down."

Han Fei nodded without saying anything more, but silently got up and made way for him.

Li Yi immediately knelt down on one knee, took over and supported Zhou Wenqing's waist, back and shoulders, and held him firmly in place. This would not hinder the acupuncture treatment, but would also protect him and prevent him from struggling in extreme pain.

------

Exams will prevent me from updating soon, but I don't want to stop updating altogether. I'm a little bit of a perfectionist and don't want to see gaps in my update calendar. Also, it would be a shame to lose the title for 110 consecutive days of updates. So, I'll split each chapter into two and update less frequently. This will probably be the case on the 9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th. I'll make up for it after the exams. So please ignore the chapter titles and such >_<#