Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1100 Blind eyes from crying. 2
On Fu Yuejun's face, the tears flowing from his eyes turned out to be blood red and could not be stopped, even the rain couldn't wash away half of it, the blood and tears just kept flowing down like that.

And her eyes just stared straight ahead, dull and lifeless.

It seemed that where she looked was the end of the world.

"Ah Jun, what's wrong with you? Talk to me, don't scare me, okay?" Qin Zhiyu was frightened, took her hand and kept calling her: "Ah Jun, I beg you, please answer me, please?" ?”

Minghui also went to hold her hand. The hands she held were so cold that they felt like they were dead. She was so frightened that she almost lost her soul, and anxiously called her: "Sister! , what's wrong with you, don't you scare me?"

"Jiuer, Jiuer..."

Zhao Yanqiu was also calling Fu Yuejun's name. They had never seen Fu Yuejun like this before. In one night, it was as if her soul had been taken out of her, leaving only a shell.

This girl, Fu Yuejun, seldom cried since she was a child, and the number of times she cried wantonly was only mediocre. The first time, when Princess Wen Jing passed away, she cried until she burst into tears.

The second time is now.

But tonight, she almost spent all the tears in her life.

Only despair remains.

That kind of pain, like the shattering of the soul, is more hopeless and terrifying than the end of the world.

The emotions and desires, as well as the soul, were taken away.

Only the walking dead remain.

Zhao Yanqiu, who has always been calm, was at a loss in this situation. She didn't even dare to touch Fu Yuejun. She felt like a piece of glass that would shatter when touched.

Qin Zhiyu cried recklessly, and while wiping away his tears, he asked Song Chen, "Ah Chen, what should we do now?"

Now the old lady fainted and was sent back, while Minghui, Zhao Yanqiu and the others kept crying.

Under such circumstances, Song Chen had no choice but to calmly say: "Help her back quickly, if this continues, I'm afraid someone will die."

Fu Yuejun has knelt here for an hour, and was also drenched in the rain for an hour, but no one dared to touch her. If this continues, even hard-working people will not be able to hold on.

A group of people carefully helped him back, Minghui went to fetch hot water, and asked Qin Zhiyu and Zhao Yanqiu to wash Fu Yuejun's body and put on clean clothes.

Zhao Yanqiu found that she was very hot all over, and suddenly yelled out of control: "Oops, Jiu'er has a fever!"

Qin Zhiyu quickly reached out to touch her forehead, the scalding heat made her feel flustered, so she said calmly, "You guys put a wet towel on her first, and I'll call Mr. Ji."

Mr. Ji is still at the old lady's place now, and they don't know what's going on there, but if Fu Yuejun is like this, if the temperature doesn't cool down, something big may happen.

Minghui twisted a wet towel and applied it on Fu Yuejun's forehead, and Zhao Yanqiu wiped her body with a wet towel, hoping that this would reduce the temperature of her body.

But during this process, the girl lay there motionless, which made it difficult for them to settle down, for fear that Fu Yuejun would never wake up again after falling asleep.

Several people were anxious like ants on a hot pot. Mr. Ji came very quickly. After learning about Fu Yuejun's situation, he came over before the old lady's medicine had time to cook.

"Miss, why did you make yourself like this?" When Mr. Ji was diagnosing Fu Yuejun's pulse, his brows kept frowning, and he couldn't open it. He took the silver needle and pricked it for her.

After a lot of tossing, the prescription was prescribed, and Zhao Yanqiu was asked to decoct the medicine immediately to reduce her fever.

(End of this chapter)