Zhao Changqing was in a coma for two days and two nights before waking up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Brother Ji's haggard, thin and gloomy face came into view. Mrs. Zhao's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and little Brother Tong also stood by the bed, timidly calling his grandmother.
Zhao Changqing opened his mouth, and his voice was weak and hoarse: "Brother Tong, don't be afraid."
Brother Tong was still young and didn't understand the meaning of life and death. He only knew that his mother had cried many times in the past two days, and his father had also shed tears beside the bed. His grandmother had been lying on the bed and would not wake up no matter how loud she screamed.
Now that grandma is awake, she should be fine!
Brother Tong asked in a childish voice: "Grandma, are you going to die?"
Zhao and Brother Ji changed their expressions together and yelled in unison: "Brother Tong, don't talk nonsense."
Zhao Changqing swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, forced out a smile and said: "Grandma will not die, grandma will live well and watch Brother Tong grow up, get a wife and start a family!"
Brother Ji whispered to his wife: "My mother and I will be alone for a while."
Mrs. Zhao nodded, wiped her tears, and took Brother Tong out.
Mother and son looked at each other. Looking at the thin and old Zhao Changqing, Brother Ji's eyes turned red and he shouted with a choked voice: "Concubine, please stop blaming yourself and feeling guilty, and stop torturing your body like this.
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For the past two days and two nights, Zhao Changqing was unconscious. Brother Ji had been staying by the bed. The ambitions and ambitions he had once were forgotten, and the pain and hesitation of being exiled to Jiangcheng could not be taken into account. He was full of thoughts.
I pray that my mother can survive this disaster.
Zhao Changqing suffered from heart disease.
Both mother and son knew it very well.
Zhao Changqing tried his best to smile at Brother Ji: "Okay, I will take good care of him and get well as soon as possible."
Brother Ji wiped his tears with his sleeve, ordered someone to bring the prepared medicine, and personally fed Zhao Changqing to drink it one sip at a time.
As soon as the bitter decoction was in his mouth, Zhao Changqing felt nauseated. He drank all the decoction without making a sound. Brother Ji then breathed a sigh of relief.
The doctor said that as long as the concubine can still drink the decoction, there is still hope of getting better. Otherwise, she will have to prepare for the funeral...
Before he could finish breathing, Zhao Changqing's face turned pale, his expression twisted, and he spat out all the concoction. There were patches of brown concoction on the quilt, and there was a shocking touch of bright red in it.
Brother Ji's heart suddenly sank, his face turned pale, as if he had fallen into an abyss.
The two doctors standing by each frowned and looked at each other solemnly. They did not dare to say anything at this time and hurriedly rushed to the bed to perform acupuncture treatment on Princess Lu.
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Mrs. Zhao was shocked to hear the bad news that her mother-in-law was in coma again, and her eyes were spinning. She carried Brother Tong into the house and cried beside the bed.
Brother Ji sat numbly, his face even uglier than his unconscious mother.
Blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.
At this moment, a soldier came in with a hurried look and reported: "Your Highness, there is an urgent report from the military camp. A group of mountain bandits have come down from the mountain and are heading towards Jiangcheng County."
No matter how sad Brother Ji was, he had to cheer up: "Pass my order to leave a hundred soldiers in the mansion, and the rest will follow me to the military camp."
Zhao's eyes were full of tears.
Brother Tong was frightened by the tense and stagnant atmosphere. He twisted around and started crying: "Dad, don't leave, I want dad..."
Ms. Zhao hugged her son tightly and cried until she was out of breath.
The mother lying on the bed not knowing whether she was alive or dead, and the wailing wife and children. This scene deeply hurt Brother Ji. But as the commander of the garrison, he had to shoulder the responsibility and lead the troops to repel the bandits.
Protect the people of Jiangcheng County. Otherwise, how can he have the face to stand in heaven and earth?
