"Brother?! Brother!!"
Despair filled Sima Zhao's face as he cried out over and over.
But Sima Shi merely lay on the bed, motionless.
After his brother vomited blood during the Court Assembly, Sima Zhao hurriedly brought him back to the residence. They had barely returned when Sima Shi fainted.
After examining him, the imperial physician helplessly declared that the illness had reached his vitals; there was essentially no way to treat it now.
The Grand General had never been in good health. He had just undergone surgery, yet instead of resting, he kept busy all day, rushing about in the bitter depths of winter. That he had held on until now was already a miracle.
In his fury, Sima Zhao was about to cut down the imperial physician on the spot, but Sima Fu stopped him.
"Brother! Don't frighten me! Wake up, Brother!"
"Zishang... stop shouting."
Sima Fu interrupted Sima Zhao's wailing. He sat to one side, his face stern and solemn.
"Ziyuan hasn't woken, but the ministers won't stop. We must find a way to stop them as soon as possible."
Sima Zhao glanced at him, then demanded irritably, "Where is Zhong Hui? Where has Zhong Hui gone?!"
"General, please stop shouting... I'm here."
A voice came from outside the door. Sima Zhao raised his head and saw Zhong Hui stride inside.
He looked exhausted, his eyes bloodshot and his spirits drained.
"Shiji! You're finally here. Those rebels..."
The sight of him immediately stirred Sima Zhao. He hurried forward and seized his hand, about to speak of what had happened at the Imperial Court, but Zhong Hui interrupted him. "There's no need to say more. I already know."
Sima Zhao immediately closed his mouth.
Zhong Hui looked at Sima Shi lying on the bed. A trace of sorrow flashed