The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

Chapter 470
the first time.

Bai Su didn't want to believe his diagnosis.

If this is really the disease.

She couldn't cure it either.

The saint withdrew her hand as if she didn't care: "I'm just born weak, it doesn't matter if I can't be cured!"

Bai Su smiled politely and motioned to the saint to raise her hand and hold something: "How do you feel?"

The saint stretched out her palm again and said: "The tiger's mouth seems to be weak."

Bai Su's eyes darkened.

really!

"The saint is indeed weak, let's take care of her first." Bai Su wrote down the prescription.

"Okay!" The saint agreed calmly.

She asked Dan Mujizi and Bai Su to get the medicine, while she went to supervise Ah Zai to practice martial arts.

"I thought you were indifferent!" Dan Mujizi walked beside Bai Su.

Bai Su looked at the saint who was severely reprimanding the little Zai, and his eyes fell silent.

Motor neuron disease.

Also known as: ALS.

From muscle weakness to systemic muscle atrophy, and eventually death due to difficulty in swallowing and respiratory failure.

It takes three to five years from the onset of illness to death.

The saint already had the first symptoms.

She can heal.

But it cannot cure incurable diseases.

Even in modern times, ALS has never been cured.

"In the morning, I saw you coming out of the little prince's room! I wrongly blamed you!" Dan Muyoshi said quickly, his face turned aside in embarrassment.

Bai Su's eyes became darker.

The saint has become ill, even if she lives for five years.

Ah Zai is only eight years old!

All ethnic groups are eyeing Xirong, Azai...

Bai Su returned to the room with deep eyes and gave the medicinal materials to Dan Mujizi.

Dan Muyoshi just took it.

Bai Su took it back and said, "I'll fry it for the saint."

Dan Mujizi looked at Bai Su strangely: "That's how you are. Since you care so much about our saint, you dare to speak out and no one will laugh at you."

"What will happen to Xirong and Azai if the Saint is gone now?"

Suddenly, Bai Su asked seriously.

"Why did you curse the saint..." Dan Mujizi was about to get anxious.

Bai Su said coldly: "Answer me!" Dan Mujizi couldn't help but darken his face: "Now Xirong relies entirely on the Saint. If the Saint is gone, the entire Xirong clan will become slaves."

"No, it's worse than ordinary slaves, because Xirong is mostly a woman! And the little prince will be the first to be killed! That's why the saint teaches the little prince so urgently and harshly."

Suddenly, Danmu Yoshiko smiled: "However, the saint is born weak and cannot practice martial arts, but she is not in such a bad situation. When the little prince grows up, everything will be fine."

Bai Su said nothing.

She silently took the medicine and fried it.

The witch doctor said:
The saint was weak because she was almost swallowed by another fetus when she was in the womb.

She didn't know how many children the princess had.

But based on her diagnosis:
While in the belly, the Saint was indeed almost devoured.

As a result, even if the saint survived, she was still born weak, especially the lack of vitamin B1 and vitamin B1 monophosphate in her blood.

This in turn reduces muscle contractility and nervous system conductivity.

Eventually, the disease becomes motor neurone disease.

Bai Su couldn't help but cover her chest with all her strength.

So sad.

Tianyin Mountain.

Xiao Jue traveled day and night and finally arrived.

It wasn't his first time here, but he still paused deeply.

I see:
There are tombstones all over the mountain.

One is a Xiao family army.

A total of fifty thousand seats.

Fifty thousand heroic souls never rose again, and their bodies were wrapped in horse leather and died tragically in Tianyin Mountain.

But these [-] tombstones are all clean, without a trace of dust.

Xiao Jue dismounted.

Walk up the mountain step by step.

On the top of the mountain, there are two monuments.

Xiao Shangsi.

The owl looks south.

It is the tomb of Xiao Erlang and Xiao Sanlang.

And in front of Owl Saburo's tombstone, there was a person sitting cross-legged.

The man's clothes were ragged, and his face was covered by a wild beard.

Grass grew on his head and body.

The grass was so entrenched that no one could be seen. Birds flew over and landed.

There was no trace of vitality at all. He seemed to have become one with those tombstones.

(End of this chapter)