No one in the room made a sound as the imperial doctors examined them, until the two imperial doctors withdrew their hands, looked at them and shook their heads: "The eldest master has a total of 27 injuries, the most serious of which is the sword piercing his lungs. Now he is just holding on with one breath, and he will not survive the night. You should prepare for his funeral!"
They sighed, shook their heads and were about to walk out when the legs of one of the old imperial doctors were hugged by the eldest lady who was sitting beside them.
"No, my husband won't die. Please, please save him! He won't die, he won't abandon us. Please, please save him..." The eldest lady cried and begged, refusing to let go.
In her opinion, if they left too, then no one would be able to save her husband.
The begging was so painful and sorrowful that even the two imperial doctors could not help but feel sad. Pan Hong was in his prime and was highly valued by the emperor. It was really sad to see him like this.
"Madam, please accept our condolences!" They said helplessly, watching the woman crying her heart out and finally fainting.
"Sister-in-law!"
"Sister-in-law!"
Mr. and Mrs. Pan Ning quickly stepped forward to support her.
The imperial physician took a look and said, "She is too sad. Send her back to rest! We will take our leave now." The two of them said this and then walked out. They still had to report Pan Hong's condition to the emperor.
The old man's body swayed and his face turned pale as paper. Just as he was about to fall, he was supported by Hao'er beside him.
Mr. Pan sat in the chair in a daze, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
"Madam, please send my sister-in-law back and take good care of her." Pan Ningqiang cheered himself up and asked his wife to send her away first. After seeing his wife and the servants helping his sister-in-law leave, he took a deep breath and looked at his brother with grief in his eyes.
The old man, supported by Hao'er, came to the bedside tremblingly. Looking at his grandson who was dying with only one breath left, he couldn't help but shed tears and said in a choked voice: "The old man sent the young man away, why am I not the one lying here..."
Unable to bear the impact of this grief, the old man who had been holding on for a long time finally couldn't hold on and fell backwards. His body was twitching, his mouth was slightly crooked, and saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth, which shocked the Pan family father and son and changed their faces.
"grandfather!"
"Father!"
Father Pan and Pan Ning quickly stepped forward to support him, fearing that something might happen to him. Father Pan hurriedly said, "Send your grandfather back quickly and let the doctor take a good look at him. Your eldest brother is already like this, and we can't let anyone else fall down in our house."
Hao'er watched the room become a mess as the old man fell. He retracted his gaze, moved his palm, and stuffed a pill between his fingers into the dying Pan Hong's mouth.
He moved extremely quickly, almost in one go, and no one noticed that he stuffed the pill into Pan Hong's mouth.
As the old man was sent back to the courtyard, the room became quiet again. Pan's father turned around and came in, walking to the bedside with heavy steps. Looking at his dying son, he couldn't help but covered his face and cried softly.