Xie Qikang lay weakly on the big pillow in the carriage, covering his chest with one hand and breathing heavily.
When he woke up this time, he felt more painful than before. His chest was so tight that it felt like it was about to explode at any time, and he felt throbbing pain even when he took a breath.
Xie Qikang gritted his teeth and cursed a few times in his mind. If it was really Ling Rong's ghost who worshiped her, he would make her never reincarnate.
Thinking of this, Xie Qikang felt his chest hurt even more and groaned.
"Madam, my chest is very tight, please help me rub it." Xie Qikang said with a trembling voice, while looking at Mr. Zhou who was sitting next to him.
At this sight, my heart skipped a beat.
Mrs. Zhou just stared at him without saying a word, her expression was complicated and unspeakable, and she was hesitant to speak.
Xie Qikang's heart was beating wildly, and he had an ominous premonition that something was out of his control. He waved his hand in front of Mrs. Zhou and said, "Madam? What's wrong with you?"
"Last night at the inn, there was a young doctor. He declared that husband, you will not live for three days." Ms. Zhou said in a nagging tone.
Xie Qikang's face turned pale and his face twitched: "Who is this person, trying to fool you? Aren't many doctors saying there is nothing wrong with my body?"
"I think so too." Mr. Zhou lowered his head.
Xie Qikang breathed a sigh of relief, but he was extremely annoyed in his heart. What kind of messed up person could be so unlucky?
"By the way, my husband said he saw a child in the shrine and wanted to take it home?"
Xie Qikang's eyes suddenly softened and he said: "Indeed, that child looks very smart, and he looks a bit like me. That day when I went to the charity hall, he threw himself into my arms, and I felt that I was very destined to him.
, I’m going back from Ningzhou this time. If your wife likes it after visiting her, we can take him home and raise her as a son, and he will provide for us until we die in the future?”
Mrs. Zhou wanted to say yes, but somehow she remembered Qin Liuxi's words, and her mood waned, and she said: "My husband's body is like this, I don't even want to talk about it anymore, I will wait until my husband feels better."
Xie Qikang frowned and said, "I was thinking that having a child at home would make it more lively, and maybe my health would get better."
Zhou's breath caught in his throat when he heard this, and he looked at him intently.
Xie Qikang was shocked and asked: "What, what's wrong?"
Mrs. Zhou lowered her eyes and said: "It's nothing. I suddenly remembered that my husband has an uncle. For so many years, they say that my uncle is greater than the sky. How about we go and identify him?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Qikang's expression turned cold and he said excitedly, "I have already said that he looked down on me at the beginning and thought I was a poor scholar. I have not had any contact with them for a long time, and I don't think I have this uncle. How can you
do not remember?"
Before Zhou could speak, the entire carriage seemed to suddenly become cold and cold, and at the same time there was a fishy smell.
Xie Qikang's pupils suddenly trembled and tightened. He leaned closer to the car wall with a bang, looked at the car door with a pale face, and pointed with his finger: "You, you..."
Ling Rong gritted her teeth with hatred: "Xie Qikang, you deserve to die!"
Her father was obviously killed by him, so he still wanted to slander her father?
Zhou was stunned for a moment and looked along his line of sight. It was a little creepy. There was nothing there.
Xie Qikang screamed and blocked his sight with his sleeves, but he covered his chest with one hand. It hurt. His heart hurt so much, huh.
"Husband, husband?" Mrs. Zhou was horrified and stretched out her hands tremblingly.
Boom.
Xie Qikang, however, clutched his chest and fell into the carriage. The veins in his neck were prominent, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He groaned in pain. His eyes looked in one place in horror, his lips moved, his pupils dilated, and his breathing gradually became weak until it disappeared.
After a while, the carriage erupted with a shrill scream.
