"Madam, it's not that I haven't tried my best, but Mr. Bai has reached the end of his life. In the past few days, he has been unable to eat anything and can only survive on rice porridge. But now, he can't even drink water."
I can’t drink it anymore.”
"I don't care!" Liang's cold and stern voice echoed in the room.
He turned his back to Bai Yanyan on the bed and said sternly: "If my son cannot be cured, you will all be buried with him!"
The doctors looked at each other in confusion.
After a few words of silence, someone finally stood up.
"Madam, I'd like to say something that shouldn't be said. Let Mr. Bai go. With him like this now, life is really worse than death."
As he spoke, he gently opened a corner of the quilt.
"Master Bai has lost all his skin. The weather is hot, and some of his flesh has begun to rot and get maggots. It's really painful for him to live..."
Before the doctor finished speaking, Liang's tears had already burst into tears.
She held the corner of the desk tightly with one hand and tried hard to support her body.
After a while, she calmed down a little.
Confused, she looked towards Bai YanCi.
He was lying on the bed, his whole body covered in blood red. Seeing Mrs. Liang looking over, his hopeful eyes also looked at Mrs. Liang.
Their eyes met, and he nodded with all his strength.
"Mother, mother... the child... can't hold on anymore..."
Bai YanCi's voice came intermittently, hoarse and broken.
This is the first time he has spoken in these days.
Liang and Bai Jinyuan quickly came to the bed.
I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I was afraid of hurting him, so I quickly pulled back.
Looking at the bedding stained with blood, Bai Jinyuan raised his head and sighed deeply, "Yan'er, my father can't help you."
"Give him a painless medicine." Bai Jinyuan seemed to have aged dozens of years overnight.
He didn't even dare to look at Bai Jinyuan or Liang.
The doctor responded and went out to prepare the medicine.
Mrs. Liang, who was kneeling in front of the bed, looked at Bai Jinyuan in disbelief, her eyes full of anger, heartache, and unwillingness.
"Master, what are you talking about? This is our son!"
"Madam! Don't let Yan'er suffer anymore!" Bai Jinyuan helped Liang up, "I will make Yin Luzhu pay with blood for today's revenge!"
"No!" Ms. Liang kept shaking her head as if in a state of madness, "Yan'er can't die! My Yan'er can't die! No!"
"Come here! Help the lady out!"
Bai Jinyuan ordered in a deep voice, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Ms. Liang was quickly taken out.
For a moment, only Bai Jinyuan and Bai Yanci were left in the house.
After wiping the tears from his eyes, Bai Jinyuan finally looked at Bai Yanci.
"Yan'er..." His voice was hoarse, "Father will avenge you!"
Bai YanCi closed his eyes in pain.
He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and had always been smooth and open-minded. He thought that his life would continue like this. He would inherit his father's legacy from his son, but he never thought...
How could we end up like this?
That night, the house of Marquis Rongguo was in chaos.
On the night when Bai YanCi was tortured so much that his life was worse than death, his life was quietly taken away by a bowl of soup.
When Bai Zhixi, the legitimate daughter of the Hou Mansion, rushed back, what she saw was a lifeless body of flesh and blood on the bed.
She looked at that scene in shock, her eyes were scarlet, and her tears burst like broken beads.