The emerald fell to the side towards the crown, and the blue hair scattered all over the couch like a waterfall, fine sweat seeped along every strand of hair, and it became drenched in just a moment.
Chu Yu's chest heaved violently, and every gasp was a long and unbearable pain, like a rough blunt knife scraping every inch of his abdomen, and crushing every bone in his waist, so that people could not even scream. I couldn't mouth, so I had to open my mouth desperately like a stranded fish in the last dying struggle.
Qin Zheng's palms were cold, and his clothes were drenched in sticky cold sweat, which gradually became colder and colder until he couldn't tell whether it was the coldness on his back or the coldness in his heart.
Chu Yu's face became paler, and the brows were wrinkled as deep as a knife. He buried his forehead in the soft pillow, bit the corner of the brocade quilt, swallowed painfully, and let out intermittent sobs.
It's just the time for a cup of tea, but it's so long that people can't tell the sun and the moon.
Finally the door was pushed open, and an imperial doctor came in from outside, followed by three young doctors, and then there were maids and servants carrying pots and cloths, walking in lightly and hurriedly.
Qin Zheng grabbed the imperial doctor's arm and said anxiously, "Quickly see how Qingci is doing!"
The imperial doctor trembled, quickly lowered his head, and said: "Master Hou, step aside, let the officer take a look."
Qin Zheng moved his seat, but still firmly held onto Chu Yu's hand, refusing to let go, as if he could keep something here.
Chu Yu groaned, curled up slightly in pain, someone pressed his hand on his protruding stomach, every time the fingertips pressed on his stomach, the pain increased ten times, sweat dazzled his eyes, full of soreness. Through the fog that covered his eyelashes, he vaguely saw the appearance of the imperial doctor, and the blood all over his body was frozen in an instant.
The Marquis of the third class and above can invite an imperial physician, but there is always a clear candidate for the imperial physician who can be summoned, and this one in front of him is obviously strange to Chu Yu. Even though the pain in his mind was chaotic, his keen intuition made Chu Yu subconsciously take a breath, and said sharply, "Who are you!"
The "imperial doctor" had a guilty conscience at first, and was frightened by such a question, his hands tightened, losing weight, and pressed on Chu Yu's abdomen.
"Uh huh...you..." Chu Yu bit down and moaned, raised his head with effort and glanced at the servants in the room, feeling a chill in his heart.
In sight, there is no one around him.
Thinking of it, the coldness became even worse, Chu Yu pushed himself up suddenly, clutched his stomach tightly, and broke away from the imperial doctor's hand. Sweat dripped down his chin, and the snow-white undershirt stuck tightly to every inch of his skin, outlining his thin figure.
"Qingci!" Qin Zheng was shocked, and hurriedly supported Chu Yu.
"Go away! Uh..." Chu Yu shook off Qin Zheng's hand vigorously, unable to stabilize her body due to the pain, but dared not stay in this man-eating Hou's mansion for a moment. He was trembling all over, like a panting wild beast trying his best to guard his soon-to-be-born cub, even though his sharp claws were worn away, his fangs were broken, and his body was covered in scars, it still made people fearful.
The "imperial doctor"'s face was pale, his fingertips couldn't help trembling, and he hurriedly said: "Master Hou, stop Second Master Chu, I'm afraid I'll kill two people if I continue to toss around like this!"
In just one sentence, Chu Yu got up from the bed with amazing perseverance, and stumbled towards the door with two steps. A trail of blood snaked from the bed to the feet, dragging out a dazzling red.
Qin Zheng's breathing was stagnant, and the words of the imperial doctor nearly collapsed him. He strode forward and clasped Chu Yu's backhand into his arms, stopping the self-harming behavior.
Chu Yu stared helplessly at the ebony door carved with twig patterns. Through the light blue window screen, a few rays of light leaked in from the outside, and the dust particles were flying, but it looked fresh. I don't know if there are dark clouds covering the sun, but the few remaining rays of light disappeared in an instant, crushing the last hope...
"I want to go home..." Chu Yu leaned on Qin Zheng's shoulder, begging tremblingly.
Qin Zheng thought that Chu Yu was in pain, so he stroked his thin and thin back and said, "Okay, okay... When our child is born, I will take you home..."
The imperial doctor suppressed the panic in his heart, and said: "Master Hou must hold it down, don't call Second Master Chu...he struggled and hurt himself..."
Qin Zheng hugged Chu Yu back, firmly grasping his thin wrist, making him unable to break free.
The pain in her abdomen seemed to be pulled to a peak, and the defense line in her heart was broken. Chu Yu opened her eyes wide, and all the reflections in her eyes were Qin Zheng's face, like a talisman imprisoning him. I don't know how long it will take for the blood under my body to gush out, and the fetus in the womb is writhing with all its strength, longing for a glimmer of life.
A more shrill cry came out of his dry throat, and Chu Yu's fingertips pierced Qin Zheng's palm, mixed with sobbing: "Qin Zheng—let me go home... Qin Zheng! Let me go! Brother—"
Qin Zheng's eyes were sour, and tears fell on Chu Yu's forehead.
The fetus in the womb seemed to start to move down, but the weak body also had the strength to stretch the bones. Chu Yu raised her body subconsciously, her slender neck was like a dying swan, a kind of beauty bordering on death. Tears kept sliding down the end of the eyes that should have been charming and affectionate, soaking in the temples, and she couldn't find it.
Chu Yu let out a miserable cry, and a cloth roll was stuffed into her mouth.
The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said, "Don't let the second master bite his lips..."
Qin Zheng's eyes were full of distress, and he nodded silently.
Chu Yu slowly closed his eyes, and the last trace of strength in his hand was gone in vain. If the heavens were willing to give him another chance, he would rather die in a clean lake at that age when he was still ignorant.
It's better than dying by your hands like this.