[Quick Travel] How can I not be stabbed

Xuanyuan Xingyao's heart was indeed in a mess. Lying on the bed, he kept thinking about the scene where Zhou Chenxuan sacrificed his life for himself in the afternoon.

So sick and weak, where did he find the strength to push himself away?Where is the courage to face the palm of the brown bear?

Is he really not afraid of death?still……

Xuanyuan Xingyao couldn't think anymore, he sat up abruptly, put on a cloak casually, got out of bed and walked out of the tent, and came to the tent where Zhou Chenxuan was.

Zhou Chenxuan is naturally still in a coma. In fact, he is now completely dependent on the old ginseng and the silver needle.

The tent is still in a hurry. Some doctors are busy with diagnosis and treatment, some are busy with applying medicine, and some are busy with fetching water.

Seeing Xuanyuan Xingyao coming in, he just gave a hasty salute, then turned around and went about his own business.

Xuanyuan Xingyao had an ominous premonition, he suppressed his palpitations and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Mistress suddenly caught fire, the situation is very critical..."

"If the fever doesn't subside, I might not survive tonight," another added.

"..." Xuanyuan Xingyao took a step back and looked at the person lying quietly on the bed in shock.

He was so weak, so haggard, and his cheeks, which were flushed with fever, looked strange.

His lips were gray and chapped, losing their usual luster.

Xuanyuan Xingyao sat down beside his bed, and stretched out his hand to brush his drooping forehead hair, but heard an almost impossible sound.

"Aifei? Aifei? Aifei, are you awake?! Hu Yizheng!"

The king's roar also attracted Yizheng's attention.Doctor Hu stepped forward and pulled Zhou Chenxuan's eyelids, shook his head, and was about to say something.

But as expected, Zhou Chenxuan heard a grunt coming from his throat.

"My concubine, what did you say?" Xuanyuan Xingyao stroked Zhou Chenxuan's face, and lowered his body to listen to him, with a very affectionate expression.

"Your Majesty... Run... Your Majesty..."

Xuanyuan Xingyao tightened his hands.His other hand tightly held Zhou Chenxuan's and put it aside.

"Let's go...Brother Yao..."

"!!!" Xuanyuan Xingyao was struck by lightning.

Brother Yao, I haven't heard this title for many years.In memory, only that little guy would call him that.

That child... No, impossible!He is obviously dead!Seeing it with my own eyes...

And here, Zhou Chenxuan was still murmuring subconsciously, "Brother Yao...Brother Yao..."

"Brother Yao...help me..."

Chen'er!It's really Chen'er!Xuanyuan Xingyao's whole hand trembled, and he could hardly hold Zhou Chenxuan's hand.

At this moment, Zhou Chenxuan's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the expression on his face became painful.

"Hu Yizheng! Hu Yizheng!"

"Not good!" Dr. Hu stepped forward and took Zhou Chenxuan's pulse, and found that the pulse was weak, intermittent, and it was already a dangerous disease.

He immediately brought over a bowl of pitch-black concoction, asked someone to support Zhou Chenxuan's head, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, opened his mouth and poured it directly.

Naturally, most of it flowed down the corners of the mouth.But at least pour it in a little bit.

Xuanyuan Xingyao couldn't understand Dr. Hu's rough way of pouring medicine, and was about to stop drinking when he heard Zhou Chenxuan's breathing became steady.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhou Chenxuan's body stiffened, his head was raised upwards and spit out a mouthful of blood, then fell heavily, and fell silent again.

"Chen'er! Chen'er!"

"Not good!" Doctor Hu stepped forward and touched Zhou Chenxuan's neck. After a while, he turned his head and said in panic, "I have no pulse."