Chapter 183
The Emperor's physician carefully placed the stethoscope. The body, so cold that it could not be considered human skin. Despite being covered with warm wet towels, the splatters of blood stains made the Emperor's condition appear even more miserable. Swish. The physician brought his hand under the nose. Faintly, very faintly, a breath escaped. Beneath the thick comforter filled with warmth, the Emperor's breath was frigid. Ian and Beols were observing the scene from a distance. "How is he?" "He, he isT0pp novel updates at novelhall.com