Inside the room, Hua Zhuo's complexion was ashen, utterly devoid of color, his breaths heavy and turbid. He slumped against the bed, sitting on the floor, his entire being as if drained of essence and vigor. Even his conventionally radiant features were listless and dim, devoid of their usual luster.
Upon seeing this, Tian Bujue was startled and rushed to Hua Zhuo's side, heedlessly dumping the medicine he held into Hua Zhuo's lap, and reached out to take his pulse, "How are you feeling? Look at these medicines, which one should you take?"
Hua Zhuo did not respond as if he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand, allowing Tian Bujue to check his pulse.
Yun Chi approached and crouched beside him, asking, "My dear uncle, are you alright?"
"I won't die." Hua Zhuo glanced at him, his voice weak and listless, "I managed to save them."
