Aunt Chen is back from the world of cultivation

Because his only son is in critical condition, General Zheng has been staying at home these days.

This morning, the servant who was taking care of his son came in a hurry to report:

"Master, the young master is awake! He can even sit up by himself!"

You know, his only son Zheng Yuannai has been running a fever and comatose these days, and is rarely awake.

The rare times he woke up were usually due to coughing up blood.

He was a good boy, only in his early twenties, when he should be in the prime of his life, but he was emaciated and skinny, with only skin covering his face.

Everyone said that tuberculosis was a fatal disease, but he refused to accept his fate and kept looking for famous doctors to treat his son.

More than two years have passed, but I have never found a doctor who can truly cure tuberculosis. All they say is that taking medicine may help me live a little longer.

He had consulted many doctors and had a good understanding of tuberculosis.

Considering that my son has been coughing up large amounts of blood and has a low-grade fever recently, his life is already on the verge of death.

Upon hearing the report from his servant, General Zheng's heart skipped a beat.

"Go get the doctor!"

In the past few days, Dr. Zhou, a famous doctor from Yangzhou who specializes in treating lung diseases, has been staying in the mansion.

"Master, I have invited you."

General Zheng strode towards the yard where his son lived.

Doctor Zhou, with white hair and beard, was walking out carrying a medicine box.

General Zheng asked quickly:

"Doctor, has my son's condition improved?"

Doctor Zhou's eyes were filled with apology and pity:

"My Lord General, please accept my condolences. Your son is now in his last moments, and I'm afraid he will die today. You should go and talk to him more."

The last glimmer of hope was shattered with the doctor's announcement.

Even though he was mentally prepared, the tall and strong General Zheng seemed to have his back collapsed in an instant, and his energy was drained away, making him look ten years older in an instant.

When he was 20 years old, he went to suppress bandits and fell off his horse, injuring a man's unspeakable part. From then on, he could neither have sexual relations nor have children.

I only have this one son in this life.

He was treated like a treasure from childhood to adulthood, but he still got tuberculosis at the age of eighteen.

It would have been good if she could have had a child, but having tuberculosis seemed to be detrimental to fertility. She took several concubines in her son's home, but she was unable to give birth to a grandson or even a granddaughter.

Now that his son is gone, he will really be without any descendants.

Without an heir, even if you have immense wealth and a promising future, what is the point if there is no one to inherit it!

General Zheng's eyes were red and he walked towards the yard with unsteady steps, wanting to accompany his son through the last journey of his life.

When I walked into the yard, I saw my daughter-in-law pushing her son and sitting in the yard.

"The wind in the yard is so strong, how did you push the young master outside!"

he said accusingly.

Zheng Yuannai, who was sitting in a wheelchair with skin and bones and a pale face, waved his hand and said with a weak breath:

"Dad, I asked her to push me out... I haven't seen the light of day for a long time. If I don't take a look, I'm afraid I'll never have the chance again."

It was a normal tone, but it was filled with deathly despair.

It seemed that he also understood that his end was approaching.

General Zheng turned his head away and tried hard to hold back the tears in his eyes.

At this moment, another servant came hurriedly to report:

"Master, there is a businessman named Du Zongquan outside who wants to see you!"

General Zheng knew who Du Zongquan was.

A wealthy businessman from Nandu who fawned over him like a dog.

But he was in no mood for that at the moment, frowning and saying impatiently:

"Tell him to get out."

The servant took the silver from Du Zongquan and added:

"He said he came to present you with a magical medicine that can save the young master's life."

Now General Zheng was like a drowning man, trying to grab even a straw. Upon hearing this, he immediately said:

"Did he really say that?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Bring him right here!"

The servants took the order and left.

After a long while, Zheng Yuannai in the wheelchair spoke quietly:

"Dad, I don't want to drink those useless bitter medicines anymore. Please let me die peacefully in my last moments!"

General Zheng was stunned and speechless.

Soon, Du Zongquan, who learned that Zheng Yuannai was already in his last moments of life, trotted to Zheng Yuannai's yard under the guidance of his servants.

Without even bothering to wipe the sweat off his head, he hurriedly took out the small porcelain vase that he had treasured in his arms and wrapped it in layer upon layer, fearing that it would be broken.

While dismantling it, he said:

"Sir, this is the elixir I begged from a master. It can cure all diseases in an instant. Even if someone is seriously ill, it can save a life. Quickly give it to the young master!"

This therapeutic effect sounds a bit exaggerated.

But General Zheng couldn't bear to see his son die. Even in the last moments, he wanted to make one more effort and took the porcelain bottle:

"Yuan Nao, try it now!"

Zheng Yuannai, who was originally as stagnant as a pool of water, suddenly became extremely irritable:

"What a lie! I told you I don't want to drink bitter medicine anymore. Let me die in peace, okay?"

By the end of his shouting, he had exhausted all his strength and could only collapse in the wheelchair, gasping for breath.

During the years of his illness, he had seen all kinds of scammers and heard all kinds of lies.

Now that you are about to die, why should you let the liar control you and drink the bitter medicine he hates?

Du Zongquan was very anxious.

He spent so much money and traveled day and night to Yangzhou, so how could he fail at the last moment?

The young master of the Zheng family is at the end of his rope, and we must not delay any further, otherwise all our efforts will be wasted.

Gritting his teeth, he said boldly:

"Master Zheng, if you believe me, this medicine is not bitter. Moreover, it will definitely work!"

"If that doesn't work, just tear the villain's head off and kick it like a ball!"

Seeing how confident he was, General Zheng felt more expectant.

Du Zongquan was not some unknown person, nor was he a fool. He would never dare to use those swindlers' things to trick the father and son at this time.

He looked at Zheng Yuannai and prayed:

"Yuan Nai, just think of it as a plea from your father, please try again."

Zheng Yuan frowned and looked at him for a while, looking dejected and weak:

"Bring it here."

After drinking the so-called elixir in one gulp, I found that it was not bitter at all. In addition to the refreshing fragrance, it also had a sweet aftertaste like mountain spring water.

He hadn't had any hope.

He knew very well that he was experiencing a last gasp of life. At this point, was there any medicine that could save him from the hands of the King of Hell?

However, not long after, he seemed to feel a warmth gradually flowing from his abdomen to the surrounding area.

Gradually, the pain and stuffiness in the lungs, chest, etc. that I had been feeling since I became seriously ill were alleviated a lot under the warmth.

At this moment, he was like a flower that had been lacking water for a long time.

Suddenly the roots found a clear spring, and the dry stems, branches and leaves were quickly moistened and became somewhat relaxed.

The feeling can only be described as a long drought followed by a downpour of rain.

Nourished by that warmth, he felt more comfortable and relaxed than ever since he became seriously ill.

This kind of relaxation is completely different from the sudden relaxation you feel when you wake up in the morning. This feeling is much more real.

getting easier.

He even felt that if he continued this trend, he would be able to return to his healthy state in one go.

He closed his eyes comfortably.

General Zheng, who had been paying attention to him, suddenly felt a pain in his heart and cried out in grief:

"Yuan Nao!"

Zheng Yuannai was interrupted and opened his eyes with some displeasure:

"Dad, what are you doing?"

The voice he spoke in was obviously much stronger than before, which sounded as if he would die at any moment.

General Zheng's face was frozen with grief, and he looked a little embarrassed.

His son... doesn't seem to be dead.

Zheng Yuannai closed his eyes again, trying to indulge in the state just now again.

However, just when he thought he was getting better, the warmth was like water in an hourglass, being absorbed by something visibly, and then disappeared.

Zheng Yuannai was very anxious and opened his eyes to look at Du Zongquan:

"Do you have any more of that elixir? Give me another bottle!"

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this anxious look was completely different from the previous lifeless state as if he was hanging on to his last breath.