Is that all?
Mo Jin cast an inquiring look at Doctor Feng, who responded with a decisive nod.
Thus, Mo Jin comforted Shen Cheng, "There's no need for further pulse-taking. Just rest here, I'll have someone send over your meal."
Then, the two of them stepped out of Shen Cheng's room.
Shen Cheng maintained her previous posture, motionless, feeling a sense of powerlessness for the first time.
She knew that if Mo Jin had indeed attempted to overpower her with numbers and force her, she would have had no other recourse but death.
In her hand, Shen Cheng clenched a piece of broken porcelain, her grip loosening and then tightening again.
Last night, she had intentionally broken a bowl during dinner. The servants, in their hurried cleanup, had not noticed her secreting away a shard in her palm.
And since last night, all of her cutlery had been replaced with silver ones.
She would wait for his rescue, but if it never came…
