I'm a Buddhist foster child

Lying pale on the bed, with purple lips, confused, almost unconscious, even in a semi-conscious state, he still coughed slightly, "Cough!", suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the pale shirt collar red .

"Father!"

Yang Guang stood by the bed, seeing Yang Jian vomit blood, he hurried to help him to prevent Yang Jian from choking on the blood.

Xu Minqi's face darkened, and he quickly dropped the medicine box to check Yang Jian's pulse. Yu Wenhui was horrified, thinking that Yang Jian was just suffering from a common cold and fever disease, but he didn't know that it was so serious, dying like a crumbling withered leaf, which could appear at any time May kill.

Yu Wenhui said nervously: "Doctor Xu! What's going on?! Talk to me, what's going on?"

Xu Minqi's face was serious, and he stopped stammering, and said gloomyly: "The general is a sign of poisoning."

"Poisoned!?" Everyone exclaimed.

bang——

For some reason, the youngest, Yang Zan, slammed his body suddenly, took half a step back, bumped into a corner of the case, and almost fell to the ground.

Yang Zheng put his arms around him and said, "Third Brother!"

Yang Zan was weak all over, his face was pale, his breathing was short of breath, and he could hardly stand upright. He barely stood up straight with Yang Zheng.

Seeing how excited he was, Yang Zheng repeatedly comforted him, "Third brother, it's all right, big brother must be all right."

"Yeah..." Yang Zan glanced at Yang Jian who was lying on the bed, breathing freely, turned his head, and buried his face in the shoulder socket of his second brother Yang Zheng. Yang Zheng's broad shoulders almost covered Yang Zan's entire face , only revealing a slightly raised lip corner.

Yang Zan's voice trembled, and he said dryly, "Brother...you must be fine."