Chapter 945
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At that moment, Yan Fan's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. His hands and feet became cold and stiff.
"What's wrong with her?"
Yan Fan's voice was stiff and bitter.
The old abbot looked at him. "The imperial physician has been treating her for three days and three nights. Although she's temporarily out of danger, she hasn't woken up yet. As for when she'll wake up, even the imperial physician isn't sure. "
Yan Fan's heart was in his throat. "Why is it like this!"
Yan Fan's heart was in a mess. How could she be injured …
"You … how did you know?" Yan Fan asked the old abbot.
This place was so far from the capital. The old abbot didn't care about worldly affairs. How did he know about this?
Yan Fan looked at the old abbot expectantly. He wanted to see the old abbot smile and say, "Okay, actually this old monk was joking."
But he didn't. The old abbot didn't smile. Instead, his expression was very solemn and steady.
The old abbot put his palms together. "Amitabha. Just yesterday, the Empress sent an oral decree. This old monk is to immediately go to the capital to pray and chant sutras for the unconscious Third Princess."
Yan Fan's fingertips became cold.
"Yan Fan … make your choice. Will you go to the capital with this old monk?" The old abbot sighed. "Amitabha."
The old abbot left. Only Yan Fan was left in the meditation room.
The young man in the ginger-yellow robe was like a stiff statue. His mind was blank.
Yan Fan stood there in a daze. His eyes were red. That place in his chest hurt so much that it was suffocating.
But his tears couldn't fall. His chest hurt.
No one taught him to cry. He didn't know how to cry.
Yan Fan didn't sleep the entire night.
The next morning, Yan Fan found the abbot. His face was very haggard and pale. The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows had dimmed a lot. But his eyes were very resolute.
Perhaps he had already thought it through.
People from the capital came to pick them up. After a day's journey, Yan Fan and the others finally arrived at the capital.
After getting off the carriage, many people were sizing up Yan Fan. They were all stunned by the young man's exquisite and enchanting appearance. At the same time, they were very curious about the solemn monk's robes that the young man was wearing.
Yan Fan pursed his lips lightly. Only his lowered eyes and trembling eyelashes revealed the young man's nervous and perturbed mood at this moment.
This time, the abbot only brought along Yan Fan and Martial Uncle Dao Zhen. When the three of them arrived at the Third Princess's residence, the housekeeper hurried over to greet them.
The steward's expression was very haggard. When he saw the three of them, he could only weakly greet them, "Three masters, please follow this old servant."
Along the way, the butler pushed open the door. It was dark inside, and there was a very strong smell of medicine.
When they walked over, an old imperial physician walked out. The old imperial physician held a medicine box in his hand. As he walked, he shook his head and sighed.
The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward and said with a trembling voice: Imperial Doctor Qin, how is His Royal Highness now?
Imperial Doctor Qin sighed, "His Royal Highness's pulse is weak. He has been in a coma for several days. If he doesn't wake up soon, he will only get weaker and weaker. At that time … "
Imperial Doctor Qin couldn't go on. His eyes were full of pain.
The housekeeper's eyes suddenly turned red, "No … No! His Royal Highness will be fine! His Royal Highness fought bloody battles for the country and the people. How many times did he wander in front of the King of Hell? His Royal Highness is such a good person. How can God bear to take him away? "
Seeing the housekeeper so excited, Imperial Doctor Qin's eyes couldn't help but turn red. The Third Princess's accident was the last thing that all the people of the Ying Shang Dynasty wanted to see.
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