He only managed to hold on for half a day that day. Half a day later, Feng Liye suddenly vomited blood and fell down.
Chu Fengjin asked Feiyun to send him to the next room.
In the coma, Feng Liye's palms were squeezed tightly all the time.
Faintly, he seemed to see the dead woman standing in front of him again. This time, she had tears on her face.
"You didn't save him, why didn't you save him?"
Feng Liye felt that her heart was riddled with holes by countless knives.
He didn't know how to explain it. At this moment, he was so weak that it was difficult to even open his mouth.
In the dream, Chu Qingge's face was wet and full of tears.
She is sad and desperate.
She kept asking him, why didn't she save him? Why didn't she save Mu Yuan?
Feng Liye had never seen her cry so miserably.
He wanted to tell her that he was really trying and that he had tried his best.
But no matter how he explained it, it was his fault for not saving the person.
He wants to save Mu Yuan, he doesn't want to see her crying again!
He must rescue Mu Yuan!
Feng Liye opened her eyes and sat up suddenly.
But he didn't expect that his eyes suddenly went dark, and he couldn't sit still, so he rolled down from the bed with a thud.
Mu Yuan...
No one has ever seen Prince Li in such a miserable state.
After falling off the bed, he held on to the edge of the bed and finally propped up his tall body.
After practicing for four days and four nights, I only have less than 10% of my strength left.
But, success is also skill.
As long as he is still breathing, Mu Yuan cannot be allowed to die.
Otherwise, the dead woman will definitely be sad and desperate!
Feng Liye closed her eyes hard, held on to the chair, and slowly walked out of the bedroom.
Unexpectedly, after just a dozen or so short steps, he would walk out in a cold sweat.
Feeling weak all over the body and feeling weak in the limbs are symptoms of excessive physical exertion and exhaustion.
If he continues like this, even he himself doesn't know how long he can sustain it.
Chu Fengjin's bedroom was not far away, and Feiyun happened to come out of it.
Seeing Feng Liye approaching while holding on to the wall, Feiyun immediately went over and gave him a hand.
Seeing the prince's bloodless face and cracked thin lips, Feiyun felt heartbroken.
What a beautiful young master, now in such a mess.
He said anxiously: "My lord, you can no longer use your energy for him. The prince has said that if you continue, you will lose your energy and die."
Feng Liye ignored it and continued to walk towards Chu Fengjin's bedroom.
Feiyun could only support him all the way: "Your Majesty, Mr. Mu Yuan's situation at this time is beyond the reach of external forces. We can only resign ourselves to fate. Your Majesty..."
Feng Liye's eyes darkened, and he suddenly pushed hard.
Feiyun didn't expect that the prince, who was so weak, would still have such great strength.
He was pushed by him, and he stumbled unprepared and almost fell down.
"Your Majesty..."
But Feng Liye had already pushed open the door of Chu Fengjin's bedroom.
But he didn't expect that Chu Fengjin, who had always been sitting by the bed, was standing now.
He turned back and looked at Feng Liye with heavy eyes.
There was a bang, and someone didn't know what it was. It exploded in Feng Liye's mind and in his heart for an instant.
A feeling of despair suddenly hit my heart.
"Prince Jin, what does this... mean?"
Why didn't you continue giving Mu Yuan acupuncture? Why didn't you give him massage to activate his blood circulation?
Why is he standing beside the bed, his eyes dull and heavy?
Feng Liye tightened her palms, and her knuckles suddenly crackled.
He suddenly walked over quickly, and with his trembling long fingers, he probed the tip of Mu Yuan's nose...
