The physician finished checking Hua Jing one last time before he let out a long sigh.
"She needs to be watched carefully throughout the night," he instructed. "Her condition is critical. If anything changes—even the smallest thing—someone must call for me immediately."
Xia Lin nodded anxiously, clutching her hands together. The second consort, still looking worried, remained silent.
Before anyone else could respond, Zhao Yan spoke.
"I will do it."
Everyone turned to him in surprise.
"I will stay by her side," he repeated firmly. "You are all dismissed. Go and rest."
Xia Lin hesitated.
She wanted to argue—wanted to say that she should be the one to stay with her lady.
But one look at Zhao Yan's expression stopped her.
He was serious.
There was no room for negotiation.
Finally, she lowered her head and sighed.
"…Then I will take my leave."
