A bright red color filled Xuan Ying's eyes, he froze on the spot.
Drip.
Drip.
One drop, two drops, three drops … blood trickled down the wet bedsheets.
He slowly stretched his hand out, grabbing the silk blanket covering her and pulling it off …
Feng Lingxue lay quietly on the bed, warm blood gushing out from her lower body, like a blood-stained phoenix flower. She exuded an aura of despair and death, it was extremely seductive and suffocating.
Xuan Ying felt his hand burning. Lowering his eyes, he saw that her blood had stained his fingertips. It was as though he had been burned by a hot iron and he instantly retracted his hand.
These three years, his hands were stained with so much blood. The path to the throne had always required a lot of blood to be forged.
But he had never been afraid.
Now, he was afraid.
His limbs and bones surged towards him, a sense of fear almost engulfed him.
He took a step back, one step, two steps …
"Someone! Someone come! "
He bellowed, it was a heart-wrenching pain.
…
The entire room was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. Doctors and nurses in white robes were bustling in and out of the room.
Xuan Ying stood outside the door, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette between his fingers.
He was smoking in a hurry, even his fingers were trembling.
At this moment, the alarm sounded and the nurse inside shouted, "Doctor, the patient's vital signs are getting weaker and weaker. She … is dying!"
Xuan Ying paused in the midst of smoking and ran into the room.
There was a medical device on the bedside table, the electrocardiogram on the screen was already dropping.
"What's going on?" Xuan Ying grabbed the doctor's collar.
The doctor was trembling in fear. "Silver … Silver Mask King, the patient's bleeding has stopped, but the patient's condition … isn't very good …"
"I've taken an X-ray for her, she hasn't eaten for a long time. The long period of whipping and abuse has damaged her body, and …"
"You're f * cking kidding me!" Xuan Ying exploded, glaring at the doctor maliciously. "She was fine just now, why is she dying all of a sudden?"
"Silver Mask King." The doctor wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. "You're wrong, the patient has never been well."
"I don't know what made the patient persevere until now, but she hasn't been well. Now, she can't persevere anymore. She has completely collapsed. If a person's heart is dead, we can't save her."
Xuan Ying slowly looked at Feng Lingxue. She was lying there quietly, not feeling any pain at all.
She said, "You are all demons!"
Those were the last words she said to him.
She once tried to challenge her fate, but it was useless. She admitted defeat.
She seemed to be freed.
She seemed to be saying that no one would ever humiliate or bully her again.
She had never been good.
She was really not feeling well.
Ah Zhou reported to him that the South Duchess hadn't fed her for a long time. She had indeed lost a lot of weight, but when he saw her, her face wasn't gray or lifeless. When she stood by the table, he kept looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Her gaze didn't linger on the white rice. She only took a piece of candy.
She performed herself very well.
What was supporting her?
What had crushed her?
Ding —
The electrocardiogram sounded again. The line went down to the bottom before stabilizing. It was a very weak sign of life.
"Silver Mask King, although the patient has been saved temporarily, her condition isn't optimistic. Her heart might stop beating at any time. Silver Mask King, I suggest you look for a Godly Doctor. The patient not only needs to be treated physically, but also mentally."
Xuan Ying walked to the side of the bed, lowering his eyes to look at her. Her face was as pale as jade, but she was still so beautiful even when she was sleeping. No matter how down and out she was, her beauty never dimmed in the slightest.
Her lips were very dry.
She should be drinking some water.
That's right!
Xuan Ying quickly poured a glass of water and used a cotton swab to moisten her dry red lips.
Soon, two drops of water flowed down the corner of her lips, into her neck.
What was going on?
Xuan Ying looked at her in confusion. "Feng Lingxue, drink some water. Why aren't you drinking water? You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? These are all … your tricks. You want me to … admit defeat first!
"Hurry up and open your eyes. Don't pretend to be dead. We're not done yet, don't even think about dumping me!"
Xuan Ying placed his palm on Feng Lingxue's shoulder, shaking her non-stop.
Ding —
The electrocardiogram sounded again and again.
"Silver Mask King, please stop right now. You're going to kill the patient!" The doctors and nurses quickly pulled Xuan Ying back.
Ah Zhou ran over, saying in a low voice, "Master, that's enough!"
Xuan Ying let go of her, standing rooted to the ground. His eyes were bloodshot and his chest was heaving up and down. He held his forehead with his hand and walked out.
Along the corridor, he punched the wall.
He wasn't in a good state. He was on the verge of breaking down, just like a lunatic.
"Ha, haha."
He forced out two hoarse laughs from his throat. Feng Lingxue, why are you always the one winning between the two of us?
Look, you've won again.
She was always able to hit him in the heart.
His heart was in so much pain. It hurt so much that he wanted to curl up with every breath he took.
"Master, I've done my research. Doctor Sikong from the Guding Family in Mexico has outstanding medical skills and is known as the living Hua Tuo. If we can invite Doctor Sikong to treat Miss Feng, I believe that she will definitely recover."
Xuan Ying lowered his head, his Adam's apple bobbed before he said, "Then what are we waiting for? Go invite him."
"But Doctor Sikong has already rejected our invitation."
Xuan Ying narrowed his eyes, exuding a bloodthirsty aura. "Send someone to capture him!"
"Master, the Guding Family has been in Mexico for hundreds of years and no one has dared to challenge them. Doctor Sikong is the head of the Herbal Room Sect and the second son of the Guding Family. His background is too powerful, it's best if we don't start a conflict with him. I have an idea. Young Madam Lin Shiyu and the West Duke's elder sister, Tang Mo 'er, are best friends. Master, why don't you give Miss Tang a call and ask her for help?"
Hearing this, Xuan Ying was silent for a few seconds before he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
…
The West Duke's wedding was in three days and the entire West Palace was decorated with lanterns and streamers.
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