Chapter 472

Yuan Hui left Liu Sanniang's small yard. He walked quickly and went towards a place. Soon, he came to a place outside the door. He looked up at the plaque on the hanging beam, which was impressively written 'Duke Xu's mansion'.

He meditated outside the door for a long time, raised his hand to knock, but finally put it down.

After a long time, he turned and left.

Hui Zhen is dead, and he has to plan for himself.

Some roads, he had to admit, went wrong at the beginning, and now it was too late to turn back. Only by choosing another road can he have vitality. In this world, no one would not want to live, so did he, and so did Huizhen.

Not long after Yuan Hui left, the door of Duke Xu opened, and out ran a servant in a hurry.

Not long after, in the dark, an old doctor was caught and entered the gate of the government of the state of Xu with a medicine box on his back.

It was already late at night, but the lights in the mansion of the state of Xu were bright.

In the main courtyard, there was a terrible cough. People bowed their heads and walked in and out with basins. The water and blood in the basins were red.

"Lin'er, lin'er, don't scare your mother."

Mrs. Xu was worried and patted Xu Lin on the back. Her apricot eyes were full of tears, full of worry about her son. She didn't know what to do.

Xu Lin still couldn't stop coughing. His face was pale and terrible, and he didn't have any blood color. He coughed up blood clots mouth by mouth. He wanted to say it was all right, but opening his mouth was spitting blood.

The doctor came soon, and Mrs. Xu stepped aside. The doctor hurriedly felt his pulse and frowned: "it's strange. The heart pulse is exhausted, and the oil is exhausted. How can it be like this?"

As soon as I took a pulse, I knew that Xu Lin's pulse was extremely dangerous, which made the doctor feel helpless. How could a 20-year-old young man suddenly be so close to death? All his pulses were hovering between death, as if he only hung his last breath and didn't swallow it.

Mrs. Xu was burning with anxiety: "doctor, save my son, you save my son."

The doctor also shook his head: "Mrs. Xu, it's not that I don't save it, but that I really don't know how to save it. It makes the childe's pulse extremely complicated. Many symptoms are no longer diseases. Madam, please ask for advice."

The doctor got up and felt extremely guilty. He had never seen such symptoms.

Mrs. Xu was almost in a daze, her expression suddenly lost, knelt down and grabbed the doctor's sleeve: "doctor, doctor, save my son, what's the matter with him? Don't do anything, you prescribe medicine."

The doctor's heart was also unbearable, and he blushed and said, "Mrs. Xu, this is really beyond his ability. Mr. Xu is like being... Poisoned. Mrs. Xu would better ask a Taoist to have a look. The situation is critical, and Mrs. Xu should not delay, but as soon as possible."

The doctor is a doctor. All his life, he pays attention to the doctor. But now, he can't help saying so. He really can't bear to watch Mrs. Xu pray like this.

No matter what kind of family, it is extremely fragile in the face of offspring. Being a mother is the same.

As a doctor, although he doesn't believe in heresy, Xu Lin's pulse is dangerous and there is no way to cure him. Now, it's better to treat a dead horse as a live horse doctor than to do nothing and watch Xu Lin die.

Mrs. Xu wiped away her tears and hid her inner sorrow and weakness: "come on, send Dr. Li out and prepare a horse for me. I want to enter the palace immediately."

The servant hurried to prepare.

The doctor looked at Mrs. Xu's strong look, sighed and bowed his head with guilt. "Sorry, madam, it's the villain's incompetence."

After practicing medicine for many years, Xu Lin's pulse is really strange and strange.

Mrs. Xu should go to the palace to find a national master, a national master of the Xia Dynasty, a capable person and a strange person. If Xu Lin is really evil, I believe the national master will see it.

Xu Lin had coughed up blood and fainted. Mrs. Xu looked at his pale face and was very distressed: "lin'er, my mother will not let you die, and my mother will save you."

Mrs. Xu soon left the house. She lost her husband in her early years and was widowed for many years. Xu Lin is her only child, the posthumous son, and the last blood of the Duke of Xu. She must keep him.

The carriage galloped along the silent official road, handed over the fold, and Mrs. Xu entered the palace. When the emperor learned that the only son of Duke Xu was seriously ill, he immediately ordered the imperial doctor to go. When he learned that Mrs. Xu wanted to invite the national master, he also ordered the national master to go and have a look.

Xu Yue has passed the pass, and the matter of Huizhen has been settled. When she got the news, Xu Yue said, "I'll go. Elder martial brother has taken a rest. Don't disturb me."

Xu Yue cleaned up at will and followed her father-in-law. Mrs. Xu had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Xu Yue, she asked, "please save my son, master Xu Yue. As long as the master can save my son, I am willing to pay any price."

Xu Yue said faintly, "madam, don't worry. Go to see childe Xu first and then make a conclusion. If there is anything abnormal, I will do it without madam's request."

Mrs. Xu is very grateful. She can't care about being rude or being too embarrassed.

She hurried the coachman anxiously: "hurry, hurry back to the house."

The carriage sped by and soon stopped at the mansion of the state of Xu.

Mrs. Xu couldn't wait to get out of the carriage, and Xu Yue followed her closely.

The lights in the house were bright. As soon as Mrs. Xu entered the house, the steward came to report: "the childe woke up, coughed a lot of blood, and fainted again..."

Mrs. Xu listened and tightened her heart: "my son..."

Xu Yue hasn't seen Xu Lin's situation yet, but listening to the report of the steward Mammy, he also knows that the situation is bad, and he speeds up his pace.

Soon we arrived at the main courtyard, and when we entered the courtyard, there was a thick smell of blood. There was a choking sound again, and Mrs. Xu staggered.

Xu Yue hurried into the room. The servant was giving Xu Lin gas. The basin beside the bed was already red with blood. Xu Yue came forward without saying a word and grabbed Xu Lin's hand to input strength for him.

The pure strength of the spiritual cultivator was input into Xu Lin's body, easing Xu Lin's asthma.

Mrs. Xu looked worried and took out her handkerchief to wipe the corners of Xu Lin's mouth: "lin'er, how is it? Is it better? Don't scare your mother."

Xu Lin eased his breath: "don't cry, mom, baby is OK..."

Mrs. Xu wept silently. How could she be all right? She coughed so much blood.

Xuyue input a force for Xu Lin to ease his danger before he stopped. He asked, "why is Mr. Xu suddenly so dangerous, and his vitality seems to be suddenly deprived? It's unreasonable."

Mrs. Xu shook her head suddenly: "I don't know, I don't know why this happens. Lin'er has always been weak, but he has never been so dangerous."