Chapter 524
The shopkeeper seemed to see what Zhao Yuanxiang was thinking, and added: "The master was nearby at the time."

Zhao Yuanxiang nodded clearly, and led Zhao Yihuan into the door.

In the teahouse, two square tables were put together, and Zhao Cheng was laid on the table, with a ball of crumpled clothes under his head.

At this time, his forehead was bandaged, and a large circle of thick white cloth was wrapped around it.

An old doctor sat beside him, frowning tightly.

The waiter twisted the veil and wiped the blood on Zhao Cheng's face. He hadn't wiped it all off yet, but he could vaguely see how shocking Zhao Cheng looked when his head and face were covered in blood before that.

Zhao Yihuan burst into tears, and quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth, for fear that the crying would wake Zhao Cheng up.

Zhao Yuanxiang patted her on the head lightly, walked towards the old doctor, blessed him, and asked softly: "Doctor, how is my father's injury?"

The old doctor glanced at her, sighed, shook his head and said: "The injury is serious, the old man is incompetent, and cannot save Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Yuanxiang's heart was a little cold, she just decided yesterday that she would treat this father well from now on, is he going to leave today?

Hearing this, Zhao Yihuan couldn't stop crying, and stumbled to Zhao Cheng's side, holding his hand tightly, crying heartbreakingly, but didn't dare to speak out.

Zhao Yuanxiang glanced at her and frowned slightly.She would not be as sad as Zhao Yihuan, but if Zhao Cheng really died, she thought, she would also be sad about it.

The shopkeeper came forward and took out a piece of silver to the old doctor, and said in a low voice: "Doctor, this is a reward, it's none of your business here, please go back."

The doctor looked at him in amazement, wondering why Zhao's family members were injured, why he, a teahouse shopkeeper, paid both the place and the money.

But he can live to such an old age, and he knows one thing best - don't meddle in other people's business.

He took the money, cupped his hands, and left the teahouse with the medicine box on his back.

Zhao Yuanxiang walked slowly to Zhao Yihuan's side, looking down at Zhao Cheng who was dying lying on the table, his gaze was very complicated.

If this happened before yesterday, she would definitely not have any feelings about his life or death.But what Zhao Cheng said to her yesterday... made her heart soften after all.

Now, she really hopes that Zhao Cheng can survive.

After waiting anxiously for a moment, the medicine was overdue.It was still the young man named Gong Shang who carried the medicine box and followed behind Yao Lao.

Yao Lao walked into the door without even looking at anyone else. He walked up to Zhao Cheng and said in a deep voice, "Get out of the way."

Zhao Yihuan was so out of breath from crying that she was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to move.Zhao Yuanxiang half-supported and half-dragged her to pull her away, and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't cry, Yao Lao's medical skills are extremely superb, and he will definitely be able to cure father."

Zhao Yihuan covered her mouth and sobbed, staring at Zhao Cheng with teary eyes, as if she didn't listen to anything.

Zhao Yuanxiang didn't say any more, and stood quietly aside, seeing the doctor for diagnosis and treatment.

He checked the pulse first, then checked the wound, then ordered the palace merchant to take out a set of silver needles, and quickly pricked several acupuncture points on Zhao Cheng's head.

After finishing all this, he turned his head and said to Zhao Yuanxiang: "You may not be able to save your life, it is [-]% sure. Whether you can survive or not depends on his fate."

Zhao Yuanxiang asked: "Old Yao, what do you mean by that?"

(End of this chapter)

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