There's no essential difference between a slight cold and being in a vegetative state; it's all about seeking medical help due to illness.
It's just that the former poses a danger to them, while the latter benefits them.
"Is there a trick?" Song Sizhi asked.
This trick is significant.
To act under the Son of Heaven's eyes, it must be done without being detected. If the roots are discovered, it could lead to trouble.
"Yes," Jiang Muwan answered honestly.
Song Sizhi remained silent for a moment, his gaze at Jiang Muwan carrying a hint of depth.
That day, near one in the morning, when Jiang Muwan entered the bedroom, Gu Jiangnian was lying on the bed, one hand covering his eyes, the other resting beside him. Only a dim floor lamp was on in the bedroom.
