I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

Chapter 117

One Week Later, Imperial Palace

Emperor Berthram’s Bedchamber

“How do you assess His Majesty’s condition?”

At the question from Commander of the Imperial Guard Johannes Kuntz, the attending physician placed his medical equipment back into his bag and replied.

“I have done my utmost, but at present, His Majesty is experiencing a decline in circulatory function along with organ failure. We are taking medical measures to minimize his suffering, but beyond that, I see no viable options.”

Johannes let out a quiet sigh, clenching his fist as he looked down at the physician.

“There must be some way… His Majesty still—”

“That’s enough.”

It was Berthram, lying in his bed.

As the two men fell silent, Berthram raised a hand in dismissal.

“Doctor, you may go. You have done all you could.”

The physician closed his medical bag and rose from his seat, bowing his head toward the emperor.

“I will pray to the gods for Your Majesty’s recovery.”

With a look of regret, the physician turned and walked away.

Johannes watched him leave with a somber expression before sighing and sitting beside the emperor.

“Your Majesty, now more than ever, you must not give up on your health.”

At Johannes’s words, Berthram let out a dry chuckle.

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