He was terminally ill, with only one breath left, waiting for Feng Qingchen to save his life.
Bu Jingyun stepped forward, briefly explained Qin Baoer's condition, and urged Feng Qingchen to follow him quickly. Fortunately, Feng Qingchen was not as confused as Bu Jingyun: "Where is she now?"
"Su Mansion, we're at Wenqing's place, come with me quickly." Bu Jingyun was so anxious that he stretched out his hand to grab Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen dodged him: "Wait, I'll get the medicine box
.”
Feng Qingchen jumped off the carriage and strode towards Feng Mansion. Bu Jingyun was running around anxiously outside, but he didn't dare to mess around anymore. When Feng Qingchen came out, Bu Jingyun hurriedly stepped forward: "Qingchen, you
Hurry up... Bao'er is really dying, stop procrastinating."
"I understand." Feng Qingchen pushed Bu Jingyun away and rode Bu Jingyun's horse towards the Su Mansion, leaving Bu Jingyun where he was. When Bu Jingyun realized what he was doing, he didn't ask the people from the Feng Mansion to help him.
Prepare your horse instead of galloping away.
When he ran to the Su Mansion, he only had time to ask his servants if Feng Qingchen had arrived. When he got the answer in the affirmative, Bu Jingyun immediately fainted from exhaustion.
As soon as Feng Qingchen arrived at Feng Mansion, he was welcomed in by Su Wenqing. Without even taking a breath, he went to see Qin Baoer's doctor.
Bu Jingyun was not exaggerating. Qin Baoer was indeed very ill. He could only hang up in one breath. He was so thin that his face was only the size of a palm. Even if he was unconscious, his brows were frowning and he looked very pitiful.
.
Qin Baoer's illness, to put it nicely, is called depression-induced illness. To put it simply, it means that he is looking for a disease when he is not sick, but makes himself sick, immersed in sadness and unable to get out, and then half-dead.
Qin Baoer's heart was inherently bad. Although she could breathe like normal people after the operation and would no longer suffer from heart disease, her heart was definitely not as healthy as normal people.
Lan Jiuqing's death was a huge blow to her. Qin Baoer became ill due to worries and suffered from heart disease. Feng Qingchen could only reluctantly save her so that she could not die for the time being.
"Miss Qin's heart disease has relapsed. If she can't calm down, she can only wait for death." Feng Qingchen knew Qin Baoer's temperament. Her illness had nothing to do with others, it was all because she thought too much.
"Waiting to die? Is there no way at all?" Su Wenqing was shocked. Even if Uncle Nine Emperors was unwilling to marry Bao'er, he would not let Bao'er die.
Feng Qingchen said bluntly: "Heart disease still needs heart medicine. I can only try my best to cure the disease, but I can't save lives. Miss Qin wants to die, and there is nothing I can do about it."
Qin Baoer is an infatuated woman and a weak woman. Such a woman cannot live without love. Lan Jiuqing is everything to her.
"You mean, Bao'er doesn't want to live anymore because of Jiu Qing's death?" Su Wenqing said this with difficulty. When Feng Qingchen nodded, Su Wenqing was stunned for a moment.
Is it so serious? What should I do now? Do I want Jiu Qing to come back to life?
Feng Qingchen glanced at Su Wenqing in confusion, and an idea flashed in his mind. Before Feng Qingchen could catch anything, a servant came in and said, "Master, Doctor Feng. Miss Qin is awake."
"Go and have a look." Feng Qingchen reminded Su Wenqing, who was lost in his own thoughts.
Su Wenqing said oh and quickly covered up his abnormality. Feng Qingchen was busy checking Qin Baoer's condition and did not pay attention to Su Wenqing's little movements.
"Her mood has stabilized. I have prescribed some antidepressants for her. Please pay more attention in the past few days and try to divert her attention. Don't let her fall into self-depression again and let her get out of depression as soon as possible...
In grief." Feng Qingchen paused for a moment, but never said that Lan Jiuqing was dead.
The news of Lan Jiuqing's death came so suddenly that she couldn't accept it at all. Until now, she feels like everything was in a dream and not real at all.
She went to worship Lan Jiuqing, she went to Night City to find Nanling Jinfan, until Nanling Jinfan was sent back to Nanling... the scenes were like fragments from a dream.
She always thought that Lan Jiuqing was still alive and would appear in front of her one night when she needed her. It wasn't until Qin Baoer appeared sickly that she truly felt her heartache.
A teardrop slipped from the corner of Feng Qingchen's eyes. Feng Qingchen closed her eyes to hide the sadness in her eyes. When Su Wenqing paid attention to Qin Bao'er, Feng Qingchen had already left the Su Mansion, riding Bu Jingyun's horse all the way.
Running wildly...
At this time, she wanted to see Uncle Nine Emperors!
Feng Qingchen was eager to see Jiuhuangshu, but Jiuhuangshu was not in the palace at this time. Seeing Feng Qingchen's anxious look, the housekeeper asked if he should go into the palace and tell Jiuhuangshu earlier.
return?
Feng Qingchen refused without even thinking. He ran all the way and his mind was much clearer. Feng Qingchen rejected the housekeeper's kindness and turned around and left.
On the other side, Bu Jingyun immediately sent the news of Qin Baoer's illness to the palace. Uncle Nine Emperors held the note with a flash of impatience in his eyes.
When the Nine Emperors Uncle left the palace, it was already nightfall. When he returned to the Nine Princes' Mansion, he heard the butler say that Feng Qingchen was here. He paused for a moment and then continued walking forward. If the butler hadn't had good eyesight, he would have missed it.
.
It was night, in the secret room of the Su Mansion, Uncle Nine Emperors, dressed in black, was sitting on a stone chair. His whole body was exuding a cold air, and his deep eyes seemed to have knives flying out, stabbing people with chills in their bones. Su Wenqing clung to the wall,
Try to reduce your presence.
"Jiu Qing... Bao'er is innocent, you can't be so cruel." Bu Jingyun looked pale, but firmly refused to take a step back.
"Lan Jiuqing is dead." Uncle Nine Emperors opened his thin lips and said the meanest words.
"You and I know what the truth is, and we don't want to, so why say such words." Bu Jingyun looked at Uncle Jiu Huang angrily, his eyes full of struggle and dissatisfaction: "Jiu Qing, what are you going to do?
Only you are willing to save Bao'er."
"I am not a doctor." He still refused, and his tone was colder than before, which showed how bad the Nine Emperors Uncle's mood was.
"Doctors can only treat diseases but not the heart. Feng Qingchen said that Bao'er has a heart disease, and heart disease needs heart medicine. Jiuqing is Bao'er's heart medicine." Bu Jingyun said every word with great caution.
Uncle Nine Emperors was still unmoved, Bu Jingyun begged: "Jiu Qing, can I beg you? Even if you don't do it for the sake of Bao'er's dead parents, please do it for the sake of our brothers."
Come on, can you save Bao'er?"
Bu Jingyun winked at Su Wenqing. Su Wenqing sighed and stepped forward: "Jiu Qing, you can meet Bao'er in private. Just let Bao'er have the will to survive. Then give in to Bu Jingyun."
Take Bao'er to the No. 1 Village in the World for recuperation, Qingchen will never know about it."
"She met Lan Jiuqing, Jingyun, do you still have a chance?" Uncle Nine Emperors looked at Bu Jingyun with sharp eyes, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips: "I have been sick for so long, and I have no news at all.
I received it. I was about to die, so I sent him here and went directly to Feng Qingchen. Jingyun... I have underestimated you."
Don't treat everyone as a fool, no one is stupid in this world!