Xiao Changyi, upon hearing the news, quickly stepped forward to feel Su Chengyu's forehead and discovered that Su Chengyu wasn't as hot as before. Only then did he feel relieved.
The Fulan flower truly could cure the plague.
Despite this, Xiao Changyi still turned to Gong Juechen and said, "You go take a look at him."
Resigned, Gong Juechen moved forward and took Su Chengyu's pulse. After checking, he said, "His pulse is still a bit fast, but it's much more stable than before. The Crown Prince should indeed survive."
At the same time, he thought to himself, "Su Haoyu, I and my sister saved your son—may you fall to the eighteenth level of hell and never escape."
Xiao Changyi rarely let out a long sigh of relief.
Seeing Xiao Changyi like this, Gong Juechen felt somewhat sad but more than that, he felt envious: Su Chengyu is truly lucky to have such a good brother. Even though they're not related by blood, he's better than a real brother.
