My old husband who can read minds

Chapter 285

Wei Chen was in coma for half a month.

In the past half month, the imperial doctors tried their best, but they still couldn't make Wei Chen wake up, not even once.

Except for the weak breathing in his nose that proved he was still alive, Wei Chen looked like a "living dead".

The imperial doctors used various ginseng soups and tonics to help Wei Chen breathe his last. Everyone knew that Wei Chen, who had been unable to eat for a long time, only had one breath left.

The four words "The deadline is approaching" hang over everyone's mind like a haze.

Cui Jianjia quickly became visibly haggard, and she remained hazy as long as Wei Chen was in a coma.

Shen Yuan came to visit almost every day. Faced with the current situation, she was helpless and could only help take care of little Huairong and enlighten Cui Jianjia by the way. She only dared to sigh secretly behind her back.

During this period, Emperor Qianyuan sent people to visit the prince's mansion twice, and several princes and concubines also sent some precious medicinal materials to express their condolences, but Wei Chen's condition still showed no improvement.

On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, at midnight, it snowed heavily in Shengjing.

Wei Chen, who had been in a coma for half a month, suddenly woke up early that morning.

After several imperial doctors looked at it, they shook their heads and signaled Cui Jianjia and others to prepare for the funeral.

Everyone knew that Wei Chen was returning to his former glory.

When the bad news came, Qin He and Shen Yuan hurried to the prince's mansion without even bothering to eat breakfast.

After Qin Yan and Princess Hetai heard the news, they went to see Wei Chen for the last time.

The wind and snow were blowing outside the house, and the thick snow broke the branches, but no one paid attention to it.

Except for Qin Yan and Princess Hetai who were arranged to wait in the side hall, Qin He, Shen Yuan and his wife, including Wei Yuan and Cui Daoyi, were all waiting outside the door eagerly.

The chief steward of the county prince's palace has already sent people to the palace to report the news and notified all relatives and friends, preparing to express condolences.

In the room, Cui Jianjia, who was so thin that he was almost inhuman, fed Wei Chen some rice soup mixed with ginseng. The couple leaned on each other and whispered in front of the bed.

Wei Chen's eyes were still blind, and he groped for his wife's hand beside the bed. Now he didn't even have the strength to shake hands, and could barely breathe.

"Ah Wu, I have to leave. It's a pity that I met you too late, otherwise I really want to grow old with you."

Wei Chen spoke angrily, speaking intermittently. If Cui Jianjia hadn't been face to face with him, he might not have been able to hear what his husband was saying.

"It's not too late. Being able to marry you is the greatest luck in my life."

Cui Jianjia said reluctantly, feeling great sadness in her heart.There was not a single tear in her dry eyes. She only felt that her chest was tight and she could hardly breathe.Wei Chen caressed her face gently and smiled softly: "Ah Wu, after I leave, you must remember what you promised me. Live a good life with a beautiful heart in the future. Only if you live well can I leave with peace of mind."

How could Cui Jianjia let Wei Chen leave, but she really couldn't say "for me, try your best to hold on" because she could see Wei Chen suffering from illness.

Rather than seeing her husband suffering in such pain, it is better to let him get relief as soon as possible.

"You can go with peace of mind, I will live a good life with my arms. When I am a hundred years from now, I will go to the underworld to look for you. I am just afraid that you will have been reincarnated by then, and I don't know if I can still meet you. .”

Cui Jianjia smiled as usual, with her usual coquettish tone.

Wei Chen also started laughing, panting while laughing. Cui Jianjia reached out and patted his back to comfort him.

"Then I'll be waiting for you! When the time comes, I'll beg for errands from the Lord of Hell. I'll work underground first. With my intelligence, it won't be difficult to beg for food in the underworld."

Cui Jianjia cried silently and choked up: "Then it's settled. I heard that drinking the Meng Po soup on Naihe Bridge will make people forget their past lives. You must remember not to touch it."

"Okay! Oh, don't cry, I will listen to you and I will not touch Meng Po Soup."

Wei Chen used his last strength, stretched out his hand to wipe his wife's tears, and said with a tearful smile, "I can't bear to forget you either..."

After finishing speaking, Wei Chen's hand fell heavily. His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. No matter how hard he tried in vain, he could not open them again.

Even though he could no longer see, Wei Chen still wanted to see his wife for the last time, but he knew that his time had come, so he could only sink into the darkness with regret.

Her husband, who was still chatting and laughing with her one second, suddenly became silent the next moment. Cui Jianjia realized what had happened, but she still hugged the man in her arms tightly, like a puppet that had lost its soul. Sitting in front of the bed, motionless.

The people who had been waiting outside the house for a long time saw that more than half an hour had passed, but the room was so quiet that it was disturbing, so they pushed the door open and entered.

But what they saw in front of them made everyone stop in their tracks and couldn't bear to be disturbed.

Cui Jianjia's eyes went straight, and she hugged Wei Chen in despair. When she heard the noise, she rolled her eyes, and then said casually: "You guys are here..."

Then she lowered her head to take care of Wei Chen's messy hair, her expression focused and pious, as if the person who just spoke was not her.

When everyone looked at Wei Chen in her arms, his eyes were closed, his body was stiff and unresponsive, as if he was dead, and they didn't know exactly when he left.

The room was silent for a long time, and you could hear a pin drop.

Faced with this situation, everyone felt like they were stuck in their throats, and no one wanted to open their mouths to break the dream of the poor couple in front of them.

(End of this chapter)