The construction of the new hospital was complete, and Lin Haihai became even busier than before. She wouldn’t return to the palace until the lamps were lit after nightfall. Sometimes she was so busy that she would spend the night in the hospital. Yang Shaolun often visited her at midnight when that happened.

Yang Shaolun had been busy as well. Chen Luoqing and he were training a group of shadow guards, planning to infiltrate Prince Pingnan’s faction. Thus he often didn’t return until late at night. Still, he was used to having Lin Haihai around, and he couldn’t rest easy without seeing her every day.

One day, Yu Qing interrupted Lin Haihai when she was discussing a case with Li Junyue. “Take a look at this patient, Xiao’hai,” Yu Qing said. “He’s in a peculiar state!”

Lin Haihai and Li Junyue exchanged a glance before walking out. The patient was a fit man in his twenties. His consciousness had gone dull, and his eyes unfocused. He had his arms extended and kept pushing forward. His complexion was darkened with yin energy concentrated between his brows.

“No heartbeat, no breathing,...