Feng Yu couldn't help but be anxious. If the internal injuries on Liao Chan's body were delayed any longer, the consequences would be disastrous. He was obviously trying to hold on these days, "Master Liao Chan..."
"The poor monk is a monk. He has lost everything. Looking at life and death, the donor really does not need to worry about the poor monk. The poor monk understands the benefactor's kindness. The poor monk knows his own body best." Liao Chan shook his head again and refused Feng Yu.
On the surface, he didn't want Feng Yu to bother and waste time on him, "It has just rained heavily for two days and two nights in a row, and many people must have been affected. If the donor is willing, he should try his best to help those affected people.
Amitabha." As he said this, he meditated and clasped his hands together, as if he was caring for the innocent people.
Feng Yu didn't know if monks were all so sacrificial for themselves and others. "I will mobilize manpower and material resources to help the people affected by the disaster, but Master Liaochan..."
"Pfft..." Just as Feng Yu spoke, Liao Chan spat out another large mouthful of blood, and his face became increasingly white.
Feng Yu was anxious and blurted out worriedly: "Master Liaochan..."
"It's okay...it's okay...cough..." As he said this, he couldn't help but cough repeatedly. Blood began to flow out of the corners of Zen's lips. If a little red plum fell on Zen's cassock, it would be shocking.
"Quick, come here quickly, give the master your true energy, and stabilize the master's heart first." Feng Yu watched and hurriedly gave instructions to the secret guards who followed.
The secret guard nodded, stepped forward without saying a word, and when he got behind Zen, he gave his true energy to Zen.
After a while——
Liao Chan's pulse eased slightly. After checking the pulse again and again, Feng Yu felt slightly relieved.
Liao Chan relied on the secret energy injected into his body to circulate slowly for a week, adjusted his breathing for a while, thanked Feng Yu and the secret guard and said, "The poor monk is much better now."
"Master Liaochan, you should come back to Licheng with me immediately." Feng Yu said again.
"donor……"
"If the master does not agree, if there is no way to cure the master, I really have no face to accept the mental method that the master has worked so hard to write silently. Then I ask the master to take it back." Little did he know that the relationship between Zen and Shangguan Feihong happened more than 20 years ago.
Everything in this world, and I never imagined that Liao Chan, who had been a monk for so many years, would still have such a deep obsession in his heart. He actually agreed to Cang Yueyu's plan and was already waiting for her and Xin Moge here. Feng Yu was extremely sincere.
He said, and along with the words, he quickly returned the mental skills in his hands with both hands.
"This...donor, you...well, the poor monk will go with the donor." Liao Chan reluctantly agreed.
Feng Yu was immediately overjoyed, "Master, is this true?"
Liao Zen nodded.
"Okay, without further ado, let's leave immediately and go back to Licheng." Feng Yu said, and quickly asked the secret guards to prepare. At the same time, she asked the two secret guards to go ahead and prepare all the medicinal materials she wanted.
Wait for her at Prince Li's Mansion.
The secret guard took the order and went down immediately to do it.
Liao Chan seemed to suddenly remember something at this moment. After watching the secret guard leave, he hesitated and said to Feng Yu: "Since I unexpectedly met the donor and Prince Xin two days ago, I couldn't help but recall the time I had with him in the past two days.
The encounter and friendship between Prince Xin. Now, in the twinkling of an eye, we are all old and have been for so many years. I wonder if the benefactor can make arrangements with Prince Xin. The poor monk wants to see Prince Xin."
