In the prison cell, an old man was breathing rapidly; just listening to this sound, Ruyan could tell that the Duke Zhou's airways were probably not in good condition.
If it's bronchitis, in this cell, where the air barely circulates, it's indeed easy for the illness to flare up.
"Go in and treat Duke Zhou."
Song Guangxi instructed Ruyan.
"Yes."
Ruyan nodded, didn't rebut Song Guangxi, and walked to the bed in the heavy cell.
The bed, though simple, at least was a bed.
At least in the Sky Prison where Ruyan had just been, there was no bed, but Duke Zhou was imprisoned here with such treatment, which undeniably showed his significant status in the You Country.
Stepping forward to take the pulse, the results were almost identical to his own diagnosis.
This Duke Zhou indeed suffered from bronchitis.
