There was urgency in the imperial room, where doctors were talking in hushed, frantic tones. They worked with the accuracy that comes from years of experience, but you could tell how serious the situation was by the frowns and worried looks they gave each other.
One physician, an elderly man with decades of experience, leaned over the Empress, his hands moving deftly as he checked for a pulse. His expression, initially one of concentration, slowly morphed into one of concern. “There’s no pulse,” he murmured, barely audible. The room became even quieter as his words hung in the air like a ton of bricks.
Another younger physician, his hands shaking slightly, suggested, “Could it be some form of paralysis? Or a deep fainting spell?” His voice was tinged with hope, clinging to the possibilit
