Xiaoling woke up to panicked thuds at her door. She sat up in her bed and called the panicked soul inside.
"Master!" Ru entered, "Mr. Yuan's condition has worsened. I think we should call a doctor!"
Xiaoling flipped her quilt away and stood up instantly, rushing toward Weisheng's room behind Ru. He was just fine last night, so what could've gotten wrong? She walked inside Weisheng's room and found the entire room in shambles.
All the cups on the tea table had fallen, with tea spilling out. There were little spots of blood on the floor, and Weisheng was tucked inside his bed. Even Lady Ren had come to see him. She was sitting beside him on his bed, checking his temperature.
"Oh, Xiaoling, you're here," Lady Ren murmured, "Come here. We are going to cast Evernight's Sleep on him."
