Doctor Li received the stern look, nodded hurriedly, and said: "Yes, yes, empress, my medical skills are naturally not as good as those of Young Master Nangong, why not let Young Master Nangong take a look, maybe it is really a misdiagnosis!"
Although Dr. Li's medical skills are not as good as Nangong Jun's, he is better than Nangong Jun because he has been practicing medicine for many years and has rich experience. How could he not be able to detect the pulse?
But everyone said this just to give Feng Yao some hope. After all, Yu Liu was fine before. It would be best if his pulse condition was just because of being hit by a strange spell.
But if it is really a sign of the end, I am afraid that even if the old village owner Nangong comes, it will not help!
Zhang Ling silently glanced at Feng Yao and said, "Let me go and take a look. Bi Lian is seriously injured. She probably has to wait."
Feng Yao didn't seem to hear Zhang Ling's words at all. Zhang Ling didn't get a response, his face was a little sad, and he walked out of the palace without saying a word.
Su Che looked at Sha Ling, who shook his head helplessly. Now that the situation had become like this, he didn't know what to do. He could only take one step at a time.
After a long time, Feng Yao pushed Su Che away, walked to the bed step by step, sat down and held Yu Liu's hand tightly, his expression dull and inexplicably sad.
Several people were silent and looked at Yu Liu lying on the bed.
Suddenly there was a strange fragrance in the air, as clear and refreshing as lotus flowers.
The bodies of several people tensed up instantly, and they all looked at the source of the strange fragrance, only to see a man in red appear in the palace for no apparent reason. The man was stunningly beautiful, even more so than Zhang Ling.
Everyone recognized that the man in red was the person Yu Liu was looking for. Although his body was still tense, he was no longer as alert as before.
The man in red didn't seem to see Sha Ling and the others at all, his eyes kept falling on Feng Yao, with a dazed look on his face, as if he was nostalgic, but also seemed to be sad.
"Yaoyao..." The man in red spoke slowly, his voice was pleasant, like the tinkling of spring water, which made people feel inexplicably comfortable.
Several people were startled. The word "Yaoyao" seemed to be Yu Liu's patent. Over the years, Yu Liu was the only one who kept calling Feng Yao "Yao Yao", which was both disgusting and affectionate.
Why did this stunning man appear out of nowhere and call Feng Yao in such an affectionate tone?
And it seems to have something much better, which is very deep and difficult for a few people to understand.
Feng Yao froze and slowly turned his head. Although what he saw was the appearance of the stunning man in the portrait, the familiar tone and familiar title made Feng Yao recognize the man in front of him.
"Luo Bing." Not sure what his mood was, Feng Yao looked at Luo Bing with a dull expression.
Although his appearance had changed, Feng Yao recognized him after just one glance, which put Luo Bing in a good mood. He smiled slightly, making everything else pale, "Yao Yao, it's great that you still recognize me."
Feng Yao felt bitter for some reason and wanted to say something, but in the end he just opened his mouth and did not spit out any words.
Luo Bing glanced at the bloodless Yu Liu on the bed, then looked at Feng Yao, and said with a chill in his voice: "He still has one month to live."
These words undoubtedly stirred up a storm and made several people change their expressions.
Feng Yao swayed, her face turned pale instantly, and she stared at Luo Bing in disbelief, as if she wanted to see the slightest bit of disbelief on Luo Bing's face.
But on Luo Bing's stunning face, there was nothing but ice and cold.
Let Sha Ling and others have a vague illusion, as if Luo Bing really hopes that Yu Liu will die.