Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 86
Confused, Yinshang also rushed into the guest room, only to see that Yinqing carefully placed Mo Zicheng on the bed, and stood up leaning against the rail of the bed.

His forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his face was shockingly pale.

Yinshang hurriedly supported Yinqing, held up her wrist anxiously, cut her pulse, and frowned deeply in an instant.

Her pulse was disordered, cold and frightening.

"Fourth sister, why is this happening?"

Yinshang looked up at Yinqing, wanting to get an explanation from her.

Her pulse condition has never been so chaotic, and it seems that there is a lot of energy in her body.

Yinshang's fingertips pressed her hand, and Yungong calmed down Tenen's chaotic breath wandering around for her.

But suddenly found that she was once again out of breath, and her blood flowed a little backward.

Yinshang suddenly raised his head to look at Yinqing, and secretly increased his luck, "Fourth sister, Xiaoqi must listen to the truth."

Don't think she doesn't understand!

Don't always treat her as a fool, she knows everything she should know.

Although they are not compatriots, they regard her as a compatriot sister, and so does she.

This time, don't try to hide it from her.

Yin Qing kept staring at Mo Zicheng with a pair of eyes, with a worried look on her face, she moved her hands to shake off Yin Chang.

If Mo Zicheng doesn't get treated, he will die soon!

He is dying!

She can't let him die!

He can't die!

Yinqing pushed Yinshang violently, piercing pain screamed in her body, and the dizziness and pain in her head didn't stop for a moment, almost making her breathless, as if a knife was stabbing at the tip of her heart. It was being cut, and blood was oozing out, a bloody piece.

She had lost her mind to the utmost, whispering in her mouth, "He can't die, he can't die!"

Only then did Yinshang notice Mo Zicheng who was unconscious on the bed.

There was still a sword stuck in his chest, his blue robe had been stained red and black by blood, and his brows were tightly wrinkled, as if he was suffering from some kind of pain.

The whiteness on his picturesque and beautiful face seemed to be transparent, as if it would disappear in an instant.

Seeing him like this, even Dai Yinshang was dumbfounded.

Yin Qing desperately took a step, but her body slid down at that moment.

Pain spread all over her body, gnawing at her bit by bit, torturing her.

She had never hated herself more than she did now.

Looking at the appearance of Mo Zicheng, Yin Qing gritted her teeth, exhausted all her strength, and took a step forward.

Yinshang hurriedly stepped forward to support her body that was about to fall, then turned her head angrily and yelled at the yamen who was standing in a daze at the door, "Call the doctor!"

Still in a daze, waiting for everyone to die!

Yin Qing's fingertips trembled, trying to hold the sword stuck in his chest, but he couldn't.

Tears swirled in the eye sockets, and for a moment they couldn't get in or come down.

After a while, the doctor was dragged into the guest room by two servants.

Looking at the two black faces of Yin Qing and Yin Chang, the doctor's face immediately showed a daze, and then fear and panic filled his entire face.

Yinshang saw that she hadn't moved for a long time, and yelled backwards, "Hurry up!"

Only then did the doctor come back to his senses, walked into the bed with the medicine box in his hand, stretched out his trembling fingers towards the unconscious person on the bed, checked his wound nervously and fearfully, pressed his finger for his pulse.

Turning around after a while, he knelt down with a plop.

"My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life!"

Forgive me?

Yin Qing took a step back, stared at her blankly, the last trace of blood on her face disappeared without a trace, "Pfft!"

Immediately, blood gushed out of her mouth.

Yinshang couldn't help panicking, and hastily wiped the corners of her lips with the handkerchief handed over by the Yamen's messenger.

"What, what, mean..."

Yinqing let Yinshang wipe it for herself, but her eyes were empty.

The whole body's aura was also terrifying, and the atmosphere in the room was extremely strange for a while.

"This son, this son, is already, hopeless."

"It can't be saved?! What did you say it can't be saved!"

Yin Qing flashed over strangely, grabbed the shivering doctor on the ground, and picked her up.His eyes were full of pain but mixed with anger, looking at her, as if he was about to breathe fire.

The doctor who was held by her by the shoulder did not dare to breathe out, and was hung in the air, feeling extremely uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do.

"My lord, my lord, the sword was stabbed in my chest, straight into... the atrium, and it only takes one touch to kill me. Moreover, judging from the pulse condition, the lord's willpower is weak, and his body is weak, as if he was tired before..."

"That's it..."

Seeing this scene, Yinshang rushed forward to rescue the suffering doctor from Yinqing's hands, and Yinqing's body slid to the ground.

Weak-willed?

(End of this chapter)