Great cause young maniac

The old man agreed with a smile, watching He Hua's figure rushing out of the door like the wind, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

As soon as He Hua stepped out of the door of the medical hall, Chu Xichen stepped in behind him.

"Young sect master." The doctor put down his pen, and respectfully bowed to Chu Xichen.

Chu Xichen raised his hand and said calmly, "What's wrong with him?"

The doctor smiled and turned his face, and replied in a low voice: "The cold air entered my body occasionally, and I was malnourished. I must have experienced a lot of ups and downs in my heart, and passed out due to exhaustion."

Chu Xichen sat down on the chair that Hehua had been sitting in, and reached out to touch Qiuli's forehead, which was covered with a dense layer of fine sweat. He cast his eyes on the doctor in displeasure, and asked, "Then why didn't you treat him?" he?"

The doctor's eyes widened in panic. He originally thought that the young sect master was looking for this young man to get rid of him, so he didn't use medicine on him when He Hua was there, thinking that this man would die anyway, why waste it? Unexpectedly, this medicine... the young sect master's thoughts are always so thorough that no one can figure it out.

"Little old man, I'll use the medicine." After saying that, the short body got into the dark blue curtain, and after searching for a while, he walked to Chu Xichen's side with a transparent porcelain bottle.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Chu Xichen took the medicine bottle with a puzzled look on his face.

"I only have this medicine in the world. It can cure all diseases, and the medicine will cure all diseases." The doctor said with a proud face.

After feeding the medicine into Qiuli's mouth, Chu Xichen ordered the two guards outside the door to take Qiuli, who was still in a coma, back to Truman through the secret passage.

He Hua had expected that the appearance of Truman's guards must have a purpose, but he didn't know that their purpose was actually Qiu'er.When he returned to the hospital, he found that Qiu'er and the doctor mysteriously disappeared at the same time, and he almost smashed the entire hospital in a hurry.

"Lian Mo!" He Hua suppressed her inner anger, and called out to Lian Mo, only to see a red lotus suddenly appear on the ground, and the red lotus turned into a human, but it was Lian Mo in the nine-story building.

"Lian Mo is here." Lian Mo knelt down on the ground, waiting for He Hua's order.

"Who has been here?"

"Chu Xichen."

"Where did you go?"

"Truman."

After asking, He Hua waved his hand, and Lian Mo turned into a lotus again and disappeared.

He Hua clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles squeaked, and his eyes were full of hatred. He Hua would never let the Truman people hurt the person he cherished again. If Qiu Li lost a millimeter , He wants to make the whole Truman disappear from this world.

If it wasn't in the lower realm, why would he not dare to attack them because of various concerns? If it wasn't for the fear of Qiu'er remembering the past, why would he bring Qiu'er to this clinic? How could he be plotted against by the doctors of the clinic and Chu Xichen middle.

He Hua walked out of the medical hall, the sky quickly gathered clouds, and the thick clouds seemed to contain a pool of water, appearing extremely heavy.

Memory is like a rusty lock, and the person named Chu Xichen opened that lock.

40 years ago, the Chu Clan had already had a prosperous place in Luoyan City. The head of the door, Chu Ming, won the hearts of the king, and was conferred the title of City Marquis of Luoyan City by Emperor An Hong, who was not the emperor's surname, and was supported by people in Luoyan City.

But it was such a man who was deeply supported by the people who killed his eldest son with his own hands 40 years ago.

He could never forget the resentment in that man's bloodshot eyeballs that night, and he was just a babbling child under three years old.Thick palms tightly clamped his neck, and he called "Daddy" indistinctly, but the man never showed any pity.

He Hua didn't know how long he had been gone, but he felt that he seemed to be tightly suppressed by the past, those hatreds in the past were like waves in a storm, he was swallowed by accident, and he couldn't pull it out again.

Behind the bead curtain, the man's angry eyes were fixed on the little figure who was leaning on the low table and playing with the canoe in his hand.

It was the wooden boat that Dad brought back from the imperial city a few days ago. It was exquisite in workmanship, dark brown in color, and faintly exuded the fragrance of sandalwood itself.He played cheerfully, not realizing what kind of mood the person behind him was in the slightest.

When he turned around, he saw his father standing outside the bead curtain, his small figure was like a runaway colt, laughing and running towards his father.

Just when he was about to approach, his father waved him away, his eyes that seemed to be shooting out flames widened. He had never seen such a terrifying father, and he was so frightened that he began to cry.

The rope-like hands quickly grabbed his small and fragile neck, and soon he felt it was difficult to breathe. The two small hands tried to break away the hands that were tight around the neck, but their strength was getting weaker and weaker. It became blurred, he wanted to call out, but he only called out in a low voice: "Daddy..."

Finally, there was no more movement in the limp body, wet tears were still hanging on the closed eyes, the man let go of his hand, his small body slipped and fell to the ground, the man knelt down in a daze, and quickly picked up the The small body was hugged into the arms, crying out of grief.

There was a lotus root in the lotus pond, and the water surface was like a mirror, showing all the sadness on the man's face. He was sitting by the lotus pond, hugging his soft body, which was losing body temperature, and stared blankly at the water surface.

The servant took a hoe and dug a ten-foot-deep hole in the shallow water. The man took off his long gown, wrapped his small body tightly, and carefully put it into the hole. fill in.

The thin mud mixed with dry soil finally hid the small figure.That wooden boat became the man's only thought.

The sky finally started to rain, and some raindrops fell on He Hua's face, but he was sitting on the stone by the roadside and remembered the past, laughing at himself, He Hua raised his sleeves and covered his head , quickly disappeared into the rain.

The rain in April is gentle like the hands of a loving mother, carefully caring for the life that has gone through a cold and long winter, and irrigating the green plants that have been longing for rain for a long time. The row of green bamboos in front of the casement looks more emerald green after being wet by the rain, and the faint fragrance of orchid grass diffuses into the room with the moist rain and fog.Chu Xichen sat at the desk, looking at the book in his hand. He had been sitting at the desk for nearly an hour, and the boy on the bed behind him still showed no sign of waking up. In order to suppress his impatience, he chose to read a book, Only in the book can he feel sober.