Broken Bonds

100

Chapter 100

Although Beitang Ri was spoiled since childhood, he was not picky at this time. He ate half of what Yan Feili offered him. Yan Feili saw this and became more relieved and leaned on the bed head tiredly.

Beitang Ri suddenly said, “Foster father, you don’t miss your son at all.” 

“How come?” Yan Feili was surprised.

Beitang Ri pursed his mouth and pointed at Yan Feili’s stomach, “Look here. You have gained so much weight. You don’t miss Li’er at all. Father said that you are sick, so you can’t come to see me. Father deceives people! ”

Yan Feili did not know what to say or how to explain it. He had to say, “Your Foster father is indeed sick and does miss you.”

“I don’t believe it!” Although Beitang Ri said so in front of Yan Feili, sure enough, Yan Feili’s face was not good, and he kept holding his stomach with cold sweat on his forehead. So Beitang Ri could not help asking, “Foster father, what’s the matter?” 

Yan Feili smiled and answered, “It’s okay. Your foster father only feels a little uncomfortable. It’ll be fine in a while.”

Beitang Ri frowned, “Foster father, are you hungry? You must eat some steamed buns too.”

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Then he saw Beitang Ri again and was busy for a while. Later, the two children in his womb gradually started to make trouble. Yan Feili didn’t want to worry Beitang Ri. He held on for a while, touched the medicine bottle in his arms, shaking his hands, and took a pill.

Beitang Ri had been lying on the bed all these times. He saw his foster father took the pill and kept rubbing the belly. In the meantime, he stared at the belly curiously, and after a while, even though the injury on his back was still painful, he gently stretched out his hands and touched it.

Yan Feili looked down and saw that Beitang Ri’s little hands were on his belly, groping back and forth. Yan Feili couldn’t help but smile. His heart filled with warmth, and he suddenly felt that he was not so uncomfortable.

Beitang Ri said in a puzzled manner, “Foster father, your belly is moving.” 

“Yeah.” Yan Feili responded and laid down beside him.

Beitang Ri moved towards him, and Yan Feili shouted, “Don’t move! Watch out for your wounds!”

Beitang Ri said, “If Li’er is with the foster father, Li’er is not afraid of anything! These little injuries are nothing. My father said that when he was a child he was arrested by my grandfather’s enemy. They locked him up for seven days and seven nights. Those bad guys did not give him food or water and slapped him on his chest, making him cold. Suddenly, he became a useless person. But later, my father was rescued by my grandfather. The Ming Dynasty Divine Arts of our Beitang family was more powerful, and the injury gradually healed after my father practiced martial arts.”

Yan Feili listened, realized that Beitang Ao had this experience when he was a child, and said, “Li’er, how is your Ming Dynasty Divine Arts?” 

“I have already practiced to the first level.” Beitang Ri was very proud. He told Yan Feili about how he got out of the small room, injured the guard who was holding him, and wanted to find Beitang Yaohui, but the guard caught him.

Yan Feili touched Beitang Ri’s little head and secretly praised that the child was so bold, careful, and resourceful, but unfortunately, he was too young and lacked experience and skill. If he were a few years older, he could rest assured that he could escape by himself.

Beitang Ri was injured, and after talking for a long time, he finally got exhausted and fell asleep on the bed.

Then Yan Feili covered him with the quilt, and the child in his belly seemed to be asleep, so he adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes, and rested. 

In the middle of the night, Yan Feili felt a slight movement beside him and quickly opened his eyes. Beitang Ri’s small face burned red, sweat beaded on his forehead, wriggling uncomfortably. Yan Feili reached out and touched Beitang Ri’s hot forehead. He couldn’t help being horrified. Yan Feili knew Beitang Ri’s wounds were not cared for with medicine, so he was afraid of the fever caused by the inflammation.

Yan Feili walked around the rivers and lakes for a long time. Under the protection of Beitang Ao, he did not carry the healing items on his body. He only had a few medicines that Qiu Yeyuan gave him… Yan Feili had no other way at this time. He grasped Beitang Ri’s veins and slowly sent some internal force into him.

The Ming Dynasty Divine Arts was a strange martial art with great healing effects, and only the people of the Beitang family can practice it. Beitang Ri was the eldest son of Beitang Ao, who inherited the plum blossom-shaped birthmark on his chest and was the best talent to practice the Ming Dynasty Divine Arts. He was also talented and intelligent, and he had already passed the first level. It was just that his experience was too shallow in the end to be able to heal the injury by itself. Therefore, as soon as Yan Feili’s internal force was input, Beitang Ri’s hidden skill immediately emerged. The energy quickly started to operate, but it could not last.

Yan Feili stayed by his side, using his internal strength to stimulate and drive Beitang Ri’s energy to operate. He didn’t know how long it took and was sweating profusely. He was uncomfortable and couldn’t move his internal force rashly, but he couldn’t care about that at this time. 

When the sky was about to dawn, the child was sweating, and the fever finally subsided. Yan Feili sighed in relief, fell tiredly on the pillow, and fell asleep deeply.

“Foster father! Foster father!” Yan Feili heard Beitang Ri’s call and opened his eyes.

Beitang Ri said, “Listen, foster father, it’s havoc outside.”

Yan Feili listened intently to the voices of people outside mixed with the sound of swords. He quickly sat up, pulled on Beitang Ri, and checked his back injury. The Ming Dynasty Divine Art was extraordinary. In one night, his wounds can heal for the most part. 

Yan Feili said, “Li’er, no matter what happens later, you must follow your foster father! Whatever your foster father tells you to do!”

Beitang Ri nodded, “Father come to save us.”