The plot of Quick Wear is always wrong

33

"Young Master, Young Master..."

Someone was calling me in my ear. It was Changqing.

My eyelids are so heavy...

It's heavy everywhere...

He wanted to open his eyes to respond, but he could only see the vague shadows, overlapping and swaying. Finally, there was a roar in his ears, and Qi Xiu fell into darkness.

"Sir, it's time to take your medicine."

Qi Xiu suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Chang Qing who was holding the medicine jar in front of him. He felt a dull pain in his chest. He raised his hand to cover it. A layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. Chang Qing was so scared that he quickly put down the medicine jar.

"I'll go call Doctor Lu!"

Qi Xiu frowned and wanted to call out to him, but he just raised his hand vaguely, and then his whole body fell down.

"Young Master is born with a deficiency and suffers from a deficiency disease. He has been taking medicine to protect his body and keep his life hanging on for these years. Although I have a prescription that can make people strong, Young Master's body cannot bear it. I am afraid that this time..."

In a daze, he heard Doctor Lu say this, followed by his mother's suppressed crying.

I'm really going to die...

Qi Xiu felt his own breathing and suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar...

It was indeed familiar. Didn’t he come here this way in the early years?

Seeing a bright light in front of him, Qi Xiu tilted his head. It was a small movement, but Chang Qing who was standing beside him still saw it.

"Young Master is awake!"

Mrs. Qi hurried forward, held his hand and placed it against her face.

"Don't cry, mother..."

Qi Xiu actually didn't feel very painful, he just felt a little unclear in his mind. He felt groggy and dazed, and couldn't see or hear anything clearly.

But his voice was really not loud, only a little breath leaked out, and it looked really not good. Mrs. Qi could not hold it in any longer, and her tears fell on the back of Qi Xiu's hand like broken beads, burning Qi Xiu's heart. He opened his mouth, suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and closed his eyes again.

Dongjiang City has been extremely busy these days. Some people in the city have long been dissatisfied with the Twin Laws, so when the news spread, everyone was ready to take action.

The Zen temple where Yang Zhuojun and his companions lived was burned down, and the Mahayana Temple was no longer safe, so they had no choice but to move to another place. They entered the city at night and settled in a house.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Yang Zhuojun raised his leg and kicked the leading guard, and instantly a large number of people in the room fell to their knees.

"We can't even find a single person. How can we let him fly away in such a small city like Dongjiang?!"

"Brother, calm down."

Yang Rushuang put down the tea bowl and signaled the guards to leave. Only when there was no one else in the room did Yang Rushuang sigh.

"You and I are here in the name of worshipping Buddha. If we make a big fuss at this time, it will inevitably be suspected of being real."