At that time, he was running over to stand at her bedside.
His big hand was also having time to hold her hands and touch the blood of one hand. Her call was so fragile that she almost rolled a few times in her throat. No one heard it beside her. But, he heard it, he heard it
It must be so clearly. That is a person’s instinct at the critical moment of life and death.
She called them, only knowing the two most important people in life!
At the door, a man rushed in.
He had been at the door of Shangshan Palace, listening to the wailing, screaming, and crying inside... In the millions of voices, he suddenly heard her cry for help "...save me...save me..."
He rushed in, opened the guards at the door and rushed in. When they came in and chased him, they had already heard the orders of His Majesty.
At this moment, it happened almost at the same time. He didn't even bother to say hello to the emperor, and rushed over and pounced on the woman covered in blood...
"Shuilian...Shuilian...Shuilian, it's okay, it's okay, it must be okay..."
My heart suddenly relaxed.
Shui Lian's wailing sound stopped, but shed tears. I tried my best. I waited for so long, just to live. Who doesn't want to live? Who wants to die?
"I feel so painful...it hurts...will I die?"
He held her hand tightly, his voice calm and his smile was calm: "No. Shui Lian, you will not die. You will be fine."
Rest assured. She was completely relieved.
Doctor Bian actually doesn't believe it very much, but she believes in the Third Prince. There are some people who come and go around you for a lifetime and you may not be able to count on them, but some people are destined to be the patron saints of your destiny.
When she was desperate, sad, ugly and poor, when she was waiting to die in the courtyard... If it weren't for him, she would have died long ago.
Now, she is going to die again. And he is coming again.
Fate is like a whip, powerfully driving people from one extreme to another.
However, after going around for so long, I still came back.
The emperor slowly raised his head, and the third prince was also raising his head.
There were chairs in the room, but, no one sat, they were all standing.
The woman slept in a pool of blood, her face as gold paper. Her breathing went from rapid to dark, like a light that was about to go out.