Master Zhan stood up, shook his head slightly and sighed heavily.
"Dad, I'll find the best medicine for you, no matter how good you are. Don't shake your head." Zhan Chi burst into anxious tears.
Master Zhan stared at his son and frowned slightly.
"Little fat man, nothing can happen to you." Zhan Chi rushed to the bed.
Xiang Minghou clenched his fingers tightly, his face was horribly cold, his lips were tightened, and he said nothing.
Dean Chen took a few steps back and wavered: "Is there really no other way..."
Master Zhan shook his head.
"General Xiang." The hidden guard beside the emperor suddenly appeared in the room.
Xiang Minghou remained unmoved, staring at Ye Qianning with his blood-red eyes.
"General Xiang, this is the elixir that the emperor asked his subordinates to send. Maybe it can save Miss Xiang's life." The hidden guard said as he took out the elixir from his arms.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, there was a flower in front of him, and there was still the shadow of the elixir in his hand.
Xiang Minghou took the pill to the bed, gently opened Ye Qianning's mouth and put the pill in.
Ye Qianning knew exactly what happened while hiding in the space. Since it was burned like this, generally speaking, the pills could not be fed in. Dad was already very anxious. If she kept spitting out pills...
After thinking about it, I realized that things have reached this point and I must be cruel.
Feeling uncomfortable, she had to finish the whole scene. She just reduced the number of times she vomited the medicine, spitting it out twice. Finally, he put the medicine in his mouth and forced it down with water.
"Swallow it." Dean Chen was pleasantly surprised.
Xiang Minghou's stern face also faded a little. With the elixir given by the emperor, Fat Tuan will definitely be able to wake up.
Master Zhan was quite surprised when he saw the pills. They were thirteen pills that the master of Miracle Doctor Sima spent his whole life refining. They were extremely precious.
The old man of his Zhan family was lucky enough to get one, and now it is in the hands of his wife, keeping it like a treasure.
The emperor was willing to take it out. It seemed that the emperor took this matter very seriously.
Master Zhan turned to look at his son, who was wiping his tears and stretching his neck to stare at the little baby. He knew his son's temperament best.
There is no woman or child that he can fall in love with, and now...
"Come out with me." Mr. Zhan grabbed Zhan Chi by the collar and led him outside.
Zhan Chi wiped his tears and was dragged away.
It wasn't until he was in the courtyard that Master Zhan let go of him, and with his hands behind his back he scolded: "Tell me what happened to that child."
"The fever hasn't gone away for a day, and the emperor doesn't know what kind of elixir he sent, whether it works or not." Zhan Chi sniffed, grabbed his brocade sleeve and rubbed it on his face randomly.
The corner of Master Zhan's mouth twitched when he saw it. He had been a germophobe since he was a child. When did he learn these bad habits?
"That's not what I'm asking."
"Huh?" Zhan Chi was puzzled.
"I'm asking why you are so nervous about General Xiang's daughter." Mr. Zhan felt that even if he died, this bastard would not cry like this.
Zhan Chi paused and felt guilty: "I just... think that child is very cute..."
"Cute? Ha." Mr. Zhan said coldly.
Zhan Chi suddenly felt a creepy feeling.
"Don't you think she looks like the same person?" Master Zhan asked.
"Who does it look like?" Zhan Chi subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face, does it look like him?
"Your eldest sister."
Zhan Chi: "..."
"That little face looks very much like your eldest sister's when she was a child. When I first saw her, I almost thought she was your eldest sister. Son, tell me, is this child related to our family?"
