"It's just that I tried various methods just now, but couldn't wake up Madam. She seems... to have fallen into a deep coma."
Zhao Changyuan didn't want to listen anymore. He turned around and leaned over the bed, calling his sleeping wife over and over again. "Madam, wake up. Stop sleeping. You've been sleeping for too long!"
"Madam... Yueyue... open your eyes and look at me. Don't sleep with me, Madam!"
"Get up, look at me, eat something before going to sleep, okay... Madam, be obedient..."
"What happened to you……"
Each call was more heartbreaking than the last, and all she got in return was her soundless silence...
He finally lost his mind in her deathly silence and asked the innocent doctor with his blood-red eyes: "Why on earth is this? Aren't you a doctor? What do you mean there is nothing strange? Why don't you wake up if there is nothing strange?"
The sudden roar made Du Ruotong frightened and at a loss. Tian Hai rushed in from outside the house and tried to persuade him: "Master! Master, please don't get excited."
Zhao Changyuan turned to look at him, with a ferocious look on his face that he had never seen before, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What do you mean, don't get excited? Go and ask a doctor! Go quickly!"
"General...then I...take my leave now." The innocent doctor took advantage of him to lean over the bedside again and quickly packed up the medicine box and retreated.
The moment he was about to step out of the room, Zhao Changyuan suddenly rushed over to stop him: "Doctor, don't go, I was rude just now! Please don't blame me. Take a closer look, she must be feeling uncomfortable somewhere. She was last night
She also said she was in pain..."
The doctor saw that his attitude was changing, and he must have been over-stimulated, so he didn't agree with him. "Really? Did she say anything uncomfortable?"
Zhao Changyuan's face suddenly froze, and he stood in front of the doctor in astonishment, without making any reaction for a long time.
The old doctor gently called him several times: "General...general?"
He still didn't respond for a long time, as if he had turned into a stone statue and stuck it at the door of the house. Du Ruotong also noticed that something was wrong with his expression, and shouted in a loud voice: "Jealous!"
Only then did he slowly come back to his senses. On his pale face, only his eyes were a little red. "She kept saying she was feeling unwell last night. I...I actually didn't care about her..."
"I actually didn't care about her..."
He seemed to be talking to himself, stiffening his body and walking past the old doctor and Du Ruotong, walking step by step towards the bedside and approaching the delicate little figure. The weak voices from last night rang in his ears again.
"Hmm... um... I... feel... uncomfortable... and can't breathe."
What did she experience last night? What did he do to her last night?
"Ms., I love you." He suddenly remembered the last words she said. Strong uneasiness and fear instantly rushed to his brain, and he did not dare to think about what her words meant.
Perhaps it was because of a sleepless night and the qi and blood attacking his heart. Suddenly he felt a fishy smell in his throat, and heat rushed down from his nose. He subconsciously looked down and saw blood dripping on his clothes, shoes, and carpet...
…
"Jealous!" Du Ruotong was frightened by his appearance and screamed.
But he didn't seem to hear anything. He just walked towards Gong Yueyue with his body stiffened. Finally, his eyesight went dark and he fell down. The sheets next to Gong Yueyue suddenly turned bright red...
"How many doctors are there?" He Yong asked Xiaomei.
"The fourth one."
"Still that sentence?"
"Yes, nothing unusual, but I just can't wake up." Xiaomei's eyes were red, as if she had cried many times.
"Where is your uncle?"
Xiaomei lowered her head and hesitated: "Sit on the edge of the bed, quietly..."
He Yong shook his head helplessly. Didn't he understand Zhao Changyuan? At this time, it was undoubtedly the end of the world for him. "Go and get some liquid food and feed her something. She is so unconscious without eating or drinking."
But how can it happen?"
"Well, I understand, Uncle Jiang is making preparations."
When He Yong opened the door with the porridge, the room was dark. "Why don't you light the lamp?"
"Get out, I don't want to talk." The voice sounded weak.
He Yong walked in on his own and closed the door with his foot. "I'm not here to talk to you. Madam hasn't eaten for a day. You have to ask Xiaomei to feed her." As he spoke, he had already lit the candle on the table.
At this moment, Zhao Changyuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Gong Yueyue's hand, motionless. After hearing He Yong's words, he turned his head in shock, saw the porridge on the table, and pushed himself to stand up.
"I'll give it to you." He Yong gave him the porridge bowl before he got up.
Zhao Changyuan gave him a grateful look in return, without saying anything else, he scooped out a spoonful of porridge, tested the heat, and fed it in small bites with gentle but sad eyes.
He Yong looked at him quietly from the side, knowing that unless Gong Yueyue got up alive immediately, no one could help him, but he still couldn't help but said a few words of weak comfort: "Don't worry too much, don't worry about yourself
I'm in a mess. Let's see the doctor tomorrow. If it doesn't work, we'll ask the imperial doctor for help."
While feeding the porridge, he nodded mechanically in response: "Yes, I know." As early as two hours ago, he had ordered Xiao Jun to rush back to hire an imperial doctor.
He Yong sighed lightly and asked with concern: "Are you okay? I'll get you something to eat too? Or should you go eat by yourself later?"
"I'm not hungry." At this moment, even if the cooked dragon meat was placed in front of him, he had no appetite.
He Yong stayed with him blankly for a while, but finally felt bored: "Then... I'll go out first. You should also pay attention to yourself, eat when you are hungry, and sleep when you are sleepy. People are not made of iron."
"Um."
They were the only two people left in the room again. Last night, she was still clinging to him and refusing to let go. Now, she was lying lifelessly with her eyes closed tightly, letting the man she loved call him endlessly, saying to himself
Talk to yourself.
"Where do you feel pain? Is it your stomach? Or your head?"
"It's my fault, I shouldn't be fighting with you."
"Promise me, sleep one more night and wake up early tomorrow morning, okay? I promise not to quarrel with you, okay?" She will probably wake up tonight, and it will be early tomorrow morning at the latest. The doctor said she is not sick. She
He must just be too tired. With this belief in mind, he took off his clothes, got under the quilt and hugged her in his arms. Her skin was still slightly cool, and she was still so petite and soft.
He waited for her little hand to suddenly attack him restlessly, but she never did.
He waited for her petite and willful nonsense to suddenly ring in his ears, laughing that he had been deceived by her again, but she never did.
He even hoped that she would suddenly be able to say something in her sleep, but she still never did.
She just curled up in his arms, breathing quietly, and there seemed to be a vague sadness hanging on the corner of her mouth.
Anxiety, worry and exhaustion soon swallowed up his will completely, forcing him to fall asleep.
The next morning, no one dared to wake Zhao Changyuan. So when he suddenly opened his eyes, it was already three o'clock in the morning. "Madam, are you awake?" He looked at the roof and was silent for a long time before asking anxiously.
A few minutes later. "Yueyue...are you awake?"
His wife was still nestling on his chest obediently and quietly, with her peaceful breath and gentle heartbeat. Everything that seemed warm and harmonious made him collapse from the beginning of the day.
After Zhao Changyuan got dressed and opened the door, he found that Tian Hai and his wife, Yin Liang, Xing'er, Pao Zi and other attendants were already quietly waiting at the door, waiting for dispatch.
"Master, if you have any orders, just tell me."
Judging from Zhao Changyuan's current expression and overall state, there is no need to ask further whether the person inside is awake or not.
"Go and invite all the doctors in Cangzhou City."
"Yes! Let's do it right away." Everyone quickly dispersed without saying a word.
Only Yin Liang still stood silently, with a hesitant look on his face.
Zhao Changyuan was not in the mood to pay attention to him, he just glanced at him, then turned around and went into the house.
"General Zhao!"
Just as the door was about to be closed, Yin Liang rushed over and called out.
Zhao Changyuan said nothing, but looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.
"I have something to say to the general."
"I'm listening."
"It's not convenient to talk here..."
Zhao Changyuan thought for a moment and finally let him into the house.
After closing the door, Zhao Changyuan walked to the bed, lowered the bed curtain, and walked up to Yin Liang expressionlessly. "Tell me, no one dares to come in without my order."
Yin Liang did not hesitate at all, and said straight to the point: "Liu Xiaoyu was rescued by my wife and I, and we sent her out of the city that night."
These words immediately shocked Zhao Changyuan to the point where his face turned pale. He stared blankly and innocently for a long time, and then uttered a few words in a daze: "Go on."
Yin Liang straightened his face and said: "That day, the general was pulled by Liu Xiaoyu's robe and cried for mercy on the street. Many people on the roadside saw it, including his wife who was eating cakes on the second floor of the teahouse. She returned to the house
Just find me, tell me what happened, and let me help her."
"Why is she looking for you?"
This guy is really hopelessly low in emotional intelligence, isn't he? Isn't the most important thing to ask at this time why she wants to save people? Where has his focus gone?
"Haha, Yin Liang is a stranger, so it's not easy to recognize him." Three black lines appeared on Yin Liang's head, and he held his forehead helplessly. "Actually, I have been thinking about why the general has a prejudice against me in the past two days. In the end, I have been thinking about it.
Let me guess that the general may have misunderstood that I have inappropriate thoughts about my wife."
Zhao Changyuan also became excited when the other party laid out the conflict so frankly, and asked with a cold face: "Isn't it true? You are the second young master Pan, but you follow my wife every day..."
Handsome Yin once again raised his forehead helplessly: "Yin Liang has always respected General Zhao as a hero of the world, so how can he covet his wife?" What's more, he has at least as many young fans following Handsome Yin as a football team, and he needs to compete with others.
Wife?
Seeing that Zhao Changyuan still had an inquiring expression, Yin Liang had to give a detailed explanation: "Actually, on the way to Cangzhou, I accidentally discovered that Madam's martial arts is very special. It can be said that it is a routine that I have never heard of or seen. Yin Liang is very
I want to learn, but I'm afraid that my wife will reject me. After all, men and women are not close to each other. I have been a martial arts fanatic since I was a child. To tell you the truth, I often even ponder your skills in private. So I really want to have the opportunity to make you
Madam, please solve my doubts. If she is willing, I will become her teacher..." (To be continued)