Lin Suqing glanced at the Emperor, whose life was fading, blood running from all seven orifices, face purple and black. Just now he had vomited foam and coughed up thick blood repeatedly, but now there was nothing left to vomit, the filth dried and hanging miserably on his face.
It seemed the poison had already damaged the Emperor's internal organs. When he would die was now just a matter of moments.
The Emperor was beyond help, and if Lin Suqing called for assistance now, he feared he would be beyond defense.
The medicine had been personally brought in by him on the carriage and he had fed it to the Emperor himself. If he were to summon others, he was certain to face certain death. Thus, in this gamble with his lord, it seemed he was set to lose again.
Lin Suqing, weighing the pros and cons, decided it was best not to call for anyone to examine the situation.
