Bamboo horse is king

Chapter 255 Compassion and Numbness

The white-robed man learned of Mu Jingyuan's location from the emperor, and immediately set off for the imperial mausoleum.

There was so much commotion in the capital, Shen Jue'er went out to check.

Fortunately, it was only a slight earthquake, not considered serious. Only a few houses in the market collapsed, and there were not many casualties. In contrast, the damage suffered by the imperial mausoleum was the worst.

It's just that people are superstitious, and after being frightened, they believe that this is God's punishment. Although the court forbids the people to discuss, their hearts are broken.

Many people stood on the street and cried, the helplessness made people feel sad...

You can say that they are ignorant and ignorant, but they have no hope for life and have long believed that they are people who have been abandoned by God. Now facing God's "punishment" brings only the greatest degree of despair.

The capital city is at the feet of the emperor. They live better than people in other cities, and their despair comes relatively later. Now, like most people in the country, they are prostrate at the feet of reality and shed tears of sorrow for themselves.

Shen Jue'er observed everyone's expressions, her heart was complicated, and she was numb with compassion.

Suddenly some regrets came out.

Because she can't do anything, she doesn't want to be doomed.

Shen Jue'er's face was quiet, and she didn't speak a word along the way.

Yu Qiao, Ling Ruoshui, Luo Yifan all followed her silently, they didn't know what she was going to do.

Yu Qiao may know a little bit, compassion and numbness are intertwined, and then sink in the sea of ​​indifference.

Not far away, a child about five or six years old lay quietly on the ground, motionless.

A middle-aged man and woman were kneeling next to them. They looked up at the sky, screaming, their eyes were red and swollen, and tears washed away the dust on their faces.

Looking at the clothes, the whole family is ordinary people.

"God! Please, save my child, who will save my child..."

A hoarse voice reached the eardrums of Shen Jue'er and the others.

Many people nearby also heard and saw it, but no one stepped forward, and no one gave a word of comfort.

"Yifan!" Shen Jue'er called softly.

Luo Yifan stepped forward, squatted down, stretched out his hand to breathe for the child, and felt his pulse again, after a while, withdrew his hand, shook his head at Shen Jue'er, his expression didn't change much.

"Doctor! You are a doctor, right? Please, save my child..."

The middle-aged men and women tugged on Luo Yifan's arm, begging sadly.

"Sorry, the child has already..."

"No! No! Please, save him..."

Luo Yifan is a bit out of sorts, this is what he is most afraid of.

Shen Jue'er frowned, looked at the poor child, subconsciously caressed her stomach, struggled a bit, and moved forward.

Yu Qiao grabbed her sleeve, shook her head, and signaled no.

Shen Jue'er sighed helplessly, broke away from Yu Qiao, stepped forward, squatted beside the child, silently held the child's dirty little hand, and slowly injected the power of soul into the child's body.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing? This child has already..."

Facing Shen Jue'er's solemn and sacred expression, Luo Yifan's voice stopped abruptly.

"Yifan, the child still has a pulse!"

"Really?" Luo Yifan showed suspicion, subconsciously probed the child's pulse with two fingers, wondering in his heart, "How is this possible?" When he had just felt his pulse, it was obvious... But now, although the pulse is weak, But obviously there is.

Before he had time to think about it, Luo Yifan hurriedly took out a porcelain bottle from his waist, got a pill, and fed it to the child.

The child's internal organs were injured, presumably he was hit by a heavy object earlier.

(End of this chapter)