Gu Lin's voice was not loud, but the coldness inside made the little eunuch's legs weaken and he knelt directly on the ground.
"What kind of imperial doctor are you telling me? Are you telling me a joke?" Gu Lin stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeves and sat up. The cold sweat on his back had soaked his inner clothes. "I'm not dead yet. Why are you panicking?"
The little eunuch lay on the ground, shaking like chaff.
Gu Lin ignored him and closed his eyes, his mind was in a mess.
It's been three days since he arrived.
