Mu Qingxiao knew very well that the child who was only more than two months old was not fully formed at all. Not to mention the current technology, even if there was technology in the future, there was no hope that the child could survive.
"Qing Xiao, I've never done this kind of thing, but I guess it's not possible." After the master finished speaking, he paused slightly, then looked at Qing Xiao, and then continued to say to her with a reproachful tone, "You
How can you give up the pursuit of life? You have to live and live well, not for anyone but yourself, do you understand?"
Mu Qingxiao nodded in understanding. Who doesn't understand? I also understand. When I persuade others, I always feel confident and confident that I am the right one in the world. However, when things really happen to me, you
Can you be calm and composed?
Qing Xiao, I believe that as a teacher, you will survive and give birth to a healthy baby.
The master's firm eyes gave Mu Qingxiao enough confidence. As long as he is here, there is nothing to fear.
About an hour after touching the stick of incense, Feng Lingyan walked slowly over with a bowl of dark concoction. There was a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine in the air. Mu Qingxiao frowned and took a look.
I drank the concoction in the bowl all at once.
"It's so painful, Master." Mu Qingxiao wiped the medicine stains on the corner of her mouth with a brocade handkerchief, and said with a bitter face to the Master who was standing aside.
"Good medicine is bitter and good for the disease." The master looked at Mu Qingxiao intently. He didn't know what kind of reaction he would have next, so he just looked at her quietly.
"Master, I have a stomachache." Mu Qingxiao grabbed Master's sleeve and said painfully, has the medicine started to take effect?
The master hugged Mu Qingxiao by the waist and placed her in the room with a long stride. Seeing the cold sweat all over Mu Qingxiao's body, the master's heart almost broke. He kept praying in his heart, hoping that this time the medicine would be good for Qingxiao.
The poison is there, otherwise Qingxiao's suffering will be in vain
Wow~
Mu Qingxiao suddenly stuck her head out of the bed and vomited a bunch of black bruises. The master looked frightened. Could it be that there was something wrong with the medicine?
"Feng Lingyan, go boil some water and come over."
The master's face looked a little uncomfortable. It seemed that he could only try using the medicine. Although he couldn't expect this medicine to cure her poison, it could only be effective if he tried it with all his strength.
"I understand, Master"
Feng Lingyan hurried out of the door. There was a faint smell of blood in the room. Mu Qingxiao closed her eyes tightly, unconscious.
"Feng Lingyan, what's wrong?"
Jun Mo had just come back from outside. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Feng Lingyan walking in a hurry. A kind of uneasiness spread vaguely in his heart. He walked directly into the house without waiting for Feng Lingyan's answer, but saw Qing Xiao.
There was no trace of life lying on the bed, and there was a blood stain under the bed. The master's expression of helplessness made his heart twist, and he was raised in the air.
"Master, is she Qingxiao?"
The master slowly turned his head and gave Jun Mo an expression that showed he had tried his best. As soon as Jun Mo saw the master's expression, he stood blankly in the middle of the room without saying a word for a long time.
Jun Mo looked stunned, "Master, can't you even do anything?"
Looking at the dying Mu Qingxiao, Jun Mo's heart twitched inexplicably. He stumbled over and gently held Qingxiao in his arms. Tears fell from his eyes. Who said a man would not shed tears lightly?
, but it’s not the time to feel sad
Both Feng Lingyan and Master had wet eyes. Looking at such a scene, who could hold back his tears?
