The Divine Doctor Son of the Female Master

In fact, it would be better to say that it was Yan Yunqi who was speaking than to say that he was listening to Yan's father and mother speaking.

Ever since he was old enough to understand, Yan Yunshu gradually realized that his younger brother had been lonely, even withdrawn, since he was young, so he didn't like to talk, even to his own relatives.

And from that time on, what he thought about most was making money.

He thought that he had to make a lot of money so that he could find the best doctor to cure his brother's illness. However, after so many years, not only had his condition not improved, but it was getting worse. Even now... now...

All the doctors I've seen have said that there is currently no medical cure for this disease and they really have no way to do anything.

And you must keep your body and mind relaxed for the rest of your life so that you can live to the age of thirty.

However, none of them knew that Yunqi could no longer hold on because he was too worried.

It was all their fault! They knew that Yunqi had nothing except the three of them, yet they kept running around, even though their original intention was for his own good.

........But they forgot that he would be lonely by himself!

He dragged his tired and painful body, standing strong alone for so many years, never lost his temper, never complained... so... he never relied on anyone.

In memory——

He has always been sensible and gentle, but also a little distant.

“Drip…Drip…Drip--------”

At this moment, the abnormal beeping sound produced by the bedside machine interrupted the first conversation of the family of four. The people sitting by the bed were silent with red eyes, and no one spoke.

"Mom, Dad, Brother, I...I may have to leave..." A gentle smile appeared on the corners of Yan Yunqi's pale lips, feeling the boundless cold sweeping over his body. It was a cold that tried hard to drill into him, as if the cold penetrated into his bones. Every bone seemed to be frozen brittle, and the pain was piercing.

Slowly, he closed his eyes, and he could still hear the mixed crying and sad shouting of men and women...

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Fengxiao Continent, Daqi Dynasty.

pain-----

Yan Yunqi felt intense pain all over his body, as if thousands of sharp blades were cutting his body. Wasn't he already dead? Why could he still feel pain?

I was half asleep and wanted to rub my forehead with my hand, but as soon as I moved my fingers, I found that my whole body was weak. I also heard a vague sound in my ears, which gave me a headache.

Yan Yunqi frowned and tried hard to open his heavy eyelids.

What caught his eyes was a pink and yellow curtain, with tassels swaying in the wind above his head. The unfamiliar environment made Yan Yunqi want to get up and take a closer look, but he couldn't. Only then did he realize that the bed under him was cold and hard, even with the exquisite and luxurious Yunluo silk spread under him, it was still extremely hard.

Diagonally opposite the bed is a gorgeous and exquisite dressing table with a strong ancient style. From the small table next to the dressing table, a scent of sandalwood wafts from time to time, which is very pleasant.

There is also a small desk on the other side. There is a large window on the left side of the desk. On the table by the window is a vase. It is early spring and there is a weeping crabapple in the vase, which is in full bloom.

The luxurious and exquisite room had a sense of ancient style, with pink and yellow gauze curtains floating in the wind. Yan Yunqi looked at it silently with an expressionless face, but the slightly pursed lips and the momentary twitching of the eyebrows showed the owner's inner restlessness.

"Where is this? Am I not in the hospital?" Yan Yunqi, who was originally talking to himself and immersed in his own thoughts, was suddenly interrupted by a childish male voice.

"Sir, you finally woke up, that's great..."

I heard the voice before I saw the person. Then I heard the door creak open and a young man, oh no, it should be a boy, walked in happily and walked to the bed in a few steps.

Yan Yunqi looked at the boy in front of him, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in ancient clothes, with delicate features, and red and swollen eyes, which showed that he had cried too much; his face was flushed due to excessive excitement, and he was looking at him with joy.

Yan Yunqi was about to ask the boy something, but the next moment he was too busy to ask. His head seemed to be torn apart at this moment, and unfamiliar pictures were playing one after another. Those pictures were overwhelming and swept over him. If he had not been tortured by illness for the past twenty years and had already gotten used to this kind of pain, he would probably have been unable to bear it long ago.

It took a quarter of an hour before I finished recalling.

Those are memories belonging to another person, that is, the owner of this body.

That's right, my modern self died and traveled through time. And now the owner of this body is also dead, dying in the pond that he fell into last night.

The original owner was Yan Yunqi------Yes, the original owner was also called Yan Yunqi, twelve years old, the only child of the Grand Tutor of the Da Qi Dynasty.

Yan Yunqi habitually touched his chest, feeling the beating of the heart under his hand.

Ok?

...very powerful.

After feeling it carefully, he smiled. Although this body was a little weak, it was still healthy.

I can finally live my life to the fullest!

he thinks.

This is a completely unfamiliar world, a world completely different from modern society, and even a world different from the dynasties and countries that one is familiar with.

Because, from the memories of this body, we understand that this is a world where women are dominant.

Even though Yan Yunqi was calm and composed, he was shocked for a moment.

It’s okay to travel through time, but she’s also a female leader.

This, this is a world where men and women are reversed and men give birth to children!

It's so ridiculous that even though he is usually elegant and calm, he still wants to hold his forehead and sigh, thinking it is so ridiculous.

"Master, what happened to you?" Seeing the master suddenly covering his head with his hands in pain and not saying a word, the boy's tears kept falling from his eyes like beads with a broken string, "Wuwuwu... Master, are you okay? Don't scare me!"

The young master is gentle by nature, and he is physically weak. He doesn't like to talk and always keeps things to himself. If something happens to him, how can I face my deceased master?

"It's okay, you go out first! I want to sleep a little longer." The water in early spring was very cold. If you fell into the water, you would be frozen to death even if you didn't drown. Your head was dizzy, as if you would faint in the next second. Yan Yunqi had no way to comfort the crying boy, so he decided to take a rest first and wait until he felt better!

"Burp...Okay sir, if you have any problem just call me, I'll be waiting outside the door," the boy cried anxiously and burped. He looked at the sir, nodded slightly, bowed, and then quietly retreated.

Something big happened in Yan Mansion today.

The only son of Taifu Yan Yushang, Yan Yunqi, slipped and fell into a pond last night. He had a high fever and almost died. The anxious Taifu went to the palace to ask the imperial physician for treatment at night, and even the emperor was alarmed.

There is no other way. After all, the Grand Tutor is the Emperor's teacher! And she only has this one child.

By the way, I heard that this Mr. Yan has a stunning appearance, black hair like lacquer, skin like cream, gentle eyes, and is indescribably graceful and elegant.

What a pity! She is a sick beauty.