Wishing You Eternal Happiness Chapter 16: ：Hemoptysis and coma

Chang An was advising from the side: "Master, please eat a few more bites. You have traveled a long way and are tired, so you can eat and drink well to nourish yourself."

Zhou Linghuai glanced at him lightly: "Talk too much!"

Chang'an felt that the young master had something else to say, and reported the news he had learned: "Young master, I just heard a few rough servants in the yard saying that Miss Yu left Qingtuyuan in the morning and became very angry. Because of his temper, he had two women tied up, beaten thirty times on the spot, and taken to a dental clinic."

Zhou Linghuai's throat felt itchy. He covered his head with a light blue handkerchief and coughed. He took off the handkerchief and glanced at it casually. He saw a shocking deep red color on it, but he coughed up blood and did not let Chang'an see it. He put the veil away and asked in a hoarse voice: "Have you ever found out why those two women were beaten?"

Chang'an replied: "I heard that I was just talking nonsense."

Recalling that not long ago, the woman in the big kitchen came to inquire about his taste and was a little overly attentive, Zhou Linghuai had some suspicions in his mind.

Looking at the few light side dishes in front of him, Zhou Linghuai suddenly gained an appetite. He picked up the chopsticks again and picked up a lion's head in clear soup.

A few pieces of emerald cabbage are floating on the white bone soup, which looks very refreshing. The pink meatball soup is delicious, smooth in the mouth, salty and delicious, and is actually very delicious.

Chang An stared in shock as he watched the young master with a small appetite eat the big meatballs, then finish the remaining side dishes one by one, and finally drank a bowl of soup.

At this moment, Mrs. Wang, who had just entered Qingtuyuan yesterday, led Chunxiao in.

Chunxiao held the wooden tray and bowed to Zhou Linghuai in a formal manner: "The young lady said that my young master had a hard time traveling all the way, so he ordered his servant to bring this cup of blood swallow to replenish his body."

Zhou Linghuai raised the corners of his mouth: "I'm sorry, my cousin is worried."

Chang'an stepped forward to take the wooden tray and placed the porcelain cup with blue and white lotus leaves and entwined branches on the Eight Immortals table.

Chunxiao lowered his head: "I will not disturb the young master Biao while he is eating. I will leave."

Mrs. Wang went to see Chunxiao off. Changan glanced at the leftovers on the table, then lowered his head to see the porcelain cup in front of him. He was a little doubtful, could the young master still eat it?

In fact, he really underestimated the young master.

He can really eat it.

Bingtang Xueyan melts in your mouth, not sweet or greasy, and has a light lotus fragrance that refreshes the heart and mind.

After eating a cup full of blood swallow, Zhou Linghuai suddenly felt as if there was a stone stuck in his chest. It was so heavy that it made people panic and uncomfortable. He couldn't help but cover his handkerchief and cough rapidly.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Chang'an was startled and quickly poured a cup of hot tea over.

"Cough cough cough...cough..." Zhou Linghuai coughed heartbreakingly, and he kept coughing up his lungs without stopping, as if his intestines were being coughed out of his throat, and he couldn't drink any water.

Chang'an was panicked: "Master, I, I will call Uncle Sun right away..."

After the young master broke his leg, his body was completely broken. After three years of nursing, he got better. But during the long journey to Beijing, how could the young master's body be able to withstand it? He fell ill on the road, and after arriving in Beijing, he spent several days recuperating. When he felt better, he sent someone to deliver a greeting card to the Yu Mansion.

After all these hardships, the young master's body, which was not in good shape, began to decline and become weak before his eyes.

As soon as he entered Beijing, Sun Boke said that the young master's body was obviously drained along the way, and if he got sick again, it would be a serious illness that would kill him.

Zhou Linghuai coughed a few more times, and suddenly felt a foul substance in his chest, filling his throat and pouring into his mouth. His mouth was suddenly filled with a fishy and foul smell. He couldn't help but choked, and spit out a mouthful of black blood. On the veil.

Seeing that the young master coughed up blood, Chang'an, who was about to call Uncle Sun, stepped back and screamed: "Young Master!"

The young master was already unconscious on the back of his wheelchair. Chang'an called him a few more times, but he didn't wake up. Chang'an ran out of the door in panic, shouting as he ran: "Uncle Sun, Uncle Sun..." …”

Uncle Sun, who lives next door, heard the commotion and rushed over. He almost bumped into Chang An at the door.

"Uncle Sun," Chang'an saw Uncle Sun, as if he had seen a savior, and was about to cry with excitement: "Uncle Sun, the young master coughed up blood just now, please go and have a look, the young master, he, He..."

"What, are you coughing up blood?" When Uncle Sun heard this~IndoMTL.com~, his expression changed drastically. The young master was coughing up blood, which would be fatal. How could he listen to Chang'an's unfinished words? He staggered, and quickly Stepped into the house.

Chang An followed behind with a look of panic.

Uncle Sun first picked up the blue handkerchief that fell on the ground, and immediately saw a splash of blood. His heart skipped a beat. He turned the handkerchief over again, and saw a large mass of black, thick, smelly blood on it. , frowned, began to examine Zhou Linghuai's body, and finally took his pulse.

Chang'an couldn't hold his breath and asked repeatedly: "Uncle Sun, what's wrong with the young master? He was fine before, why did he suddenly cough up blood?"

Uncle Sun glanced at him, Chang'an was as silent as a cicada, and did not dare to speak rashly and disturb Uncle Sun again.

After a while, Uncle Sun asked: "Is there anything unusual about the young master today?"

Chang An thought about it carefully, and then explained everything that happened today in every detail, and then emphasized: "Except for almost falling off the wheelchair before, there is nothing unusual about it. " At this point, he paused and suddenly said: "By the way, the young master also ate the blood swallow sent by Miss Yu's messenger. The young master seemed to like it very much and finished the blood swallow."

Uncle Sun saw the blue and white porcelain cup with lotus pattern on the table at a glance. He reached out to take it, lowered his head and smelled it. After pondering for a long time, he sniffed hard and sniffed a few times. He didn't say anything for a while.

Looking at Uncle Sun's cautious look, Chang'an's face gradually turned pale, with shame, uneasiness, and various emotions on his face: "Uncle Sun, what happened to the young master?"

Seeing the young master's face pale and leaning on the chair with anger, Chang'an felt slumped for a while and said with shame: "It's all my fault. The young master first entered the Yu Mansion. I should be more cautious about things of unknown origin. You shouldn’t let the young master get involved, I have harmed the young master..."