"Fengyang!" Feng Xiying called out and was about to step forward, but suddenly stopped.
What did he see?
He saw Fengyang, who was thinner and paler than usual. He was only wearing a robe. Due to his fall, half of the robe fell down, revealing his blood-stained back.
Such a thin back was covered with criss-crossing wounds that had not yet healed and were still oozing blood.
When Fengyang heard Feng Xiying's voice, his body suddenly froze, and he became extremely frightened.
He instinctively wanted to find a place to hide, but in the panic, there was no way to hide. His fingers grabbed the corners of Feng Tan's clothes, full of desire.
He didn't want, he didn't want Brother Seven to see him in such a miserable state...
He doesn't want it, don't do this...
Feng Tan understood what he was thinking, but he couldn't move faster than Feng Xiying. Feng Xiying had already rushed over and pushed Feng Tan away, supported Fengyang, and said in a trembling voice: "Fengyang, Fengyang, what, what's wrong?
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What's going on?
Suddenly I remembered the second uncle I just saw outside.
Feng Xiying felt as if she had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. She couldn't recover for a long time. Second uncle... Fengyang...
Fengyang had no choice but to hide. Seeing Feng Xiying's shocked expression, he closed his eyes silently, and a drop of clear tears fell from the corner of his eyes.
Feng Xiying reached out in panic to wipe Fengyang's tears: "Fengyang, Fengyang, I, I will take you away."
Feng Xiying picked up Fengyang and started to walk out.
"Young Master, please find a doctor to treat Young Master Yang. He, he had a heart attack. I'm afraid it can't be delayed..." Feng Tan suddenly stopped Feng Xiying and said something.
No matter what, at this time, Feng Tan couldn't care about the face of Feng Wang City or the anger of the city lord. He knew that if he didn't speak, it would probably become a thorn in his heart, a harsh thorn in his heart for the rest of his life.
With his remaining trace of conscience.
Feng Xiying stiffened for a moment, then hugged Fengyang and quickly left the study.
But as soon as he reached the entrance of the courtyard, he was stopped by Feng Xiao who caught a glimpse of him: "Xiying, put him down!"
Feng Xiying didn't look at him, but insisted on holding Fengyang and leaving.
At this time, even if he didn't pursue the truth, he knew that it had something to do with his father.
Feng Xiao wanted to say something, but he was stabbed by Feng You's sword. Feng You's sword thrust was hard and accurate, with a posture that was completely threatening Feng Xiao's life, so he had no choice but to dodge!
Feng Xiying took the opportunity to hug Fengyang and leave!
There was a doctor in the house, and the top priority was urgent. Feng Xiying didn't care too much. She went directly to the courtyard where the doctor was and ordered him to treat Fengyang. But after seeing it, the doctor shook his head: "There is no cure!"
Fengyang himself has a congenital heart disease and cannot withstand major stimulation, let alone Feng You's repeated tossing. As early as when Feng You applied medicine to him, he was already as angry as a gossamer, and then he was tossed again.
After nearly an hour, he could no longer bear it!
The life-prolonging pills Feng You fed him only lasted for a while. He had a heart attack, didn't take the medicine in time, and was tortured like that. Fengyang really couldn't survive this time!
"You think of a way! I beg you, think of a way!" Feng Xiying grabbed the doctor's collar and shouted loudly.
The doctor was startled by Feng Xiying. He had never seen Feng Xiying look so out of control in Fengwang City for so long.
"Peng, Penglai Pavilion, maybe, maybe there is a way." The doctor said tremblingly.
Feng Xiying let go of him, picked up Fengyang, called the Luan Bird, and headed towards the direction of Penglai Pavilion.