where is the father

Chapter 17 Anger, unlucky brat

Although Zhu Yan hadn't left the pavilion, she knew some things about the world, and when she heard Luo Xiaoyang's words, she blushed immediately, and after spitting on Xiaoyang, she covered her face and rushed out of the main hall.

As the full moon climbed into the sky, Xiaoyang's pain gradually intensified, but that pale little face turned pale, bead-sized beads of sweat rolled down, his inner and outer clothes were completely soaked, and that handsome little face also twitched from the pain But even so, the little him clenched his teeth fiercely, trying not to say a word.

Ouyang Hao stood beside him, holding his little hand tightly.

"Xiaoyang, shout out when it hurts, or you will bite your lip."

Xiao Yang shook his head.

"Mother will worry, I can't let mother worry."

Such simple words moved the two huge men deeply.

Such a small and out-of-the-ordinary child, in order not to worry his mother, even bit his lips and refused to cry out in pain. His mother always stood by his side, and when she saw him like this, what kind of mood did she feel?
They love the strong Xiao Yang, and they also begin to love Luo Lan who loves his son like his life.

Seeing that Xiaoyang was getting weaker and weaker, he was exhaling more qi, taking in less qi, and couldn't even speak, the two big men were in a hurry, Luo Lan clearly said that if he could not make the pill before dawn Xiaoyang will die without medicine.

How could such a child of Yuxue Linglong have such a bad fate? If something happened to Luo Xiaoyang, what would happen to Luo Lan?

Ouyang Hao didn't dare to think about it, his heart was clenched tightly, and he recited Amitabha countless times in his heart.

Just before dawn, the closed door of the secret room was finally opened, and an extremely strong medicinal fragrance wafted out, penetrating every footstep of the Prince's Mansion.

She rushed to the main hall, and the extremely weak Xiaoyang was dying, she pushed Ouyang Hao away, and stuffed the red pill into Xiaoyang's mouth with trembling hands, sending it to his abdomen with vitality.

She desperately rubbed Xiaoyang's icy little hands, muttering to herself incessantly.

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay."

Dawn broke in the sky, and the full moon was gone. She put the medicine into her son's mouth at the last moment, but she didn't know whether her son would wake up like before.

At daybreak, Zhu Zian sent someone to invite Miracle Doctor Li. When Li Miracle Doctor arrived, he saw Luo Lan hugging Luo Xiaoyang tightly, his eyes glazed over.

Dr. Li looked at Luo Xiaoyang in her arms, and saw that his face was like gold paper, his neck veins were still, and his chest didn't rise and fall. It was obvious that he was dead.

Seeing Doctor Li shaking his head and sighing, Ouyang Hao's heart ached, he rushed forward and grabbed Doctor Li's arm, and said loudly: "Didn't you claim to be able to bring the dead back to life? Save him quickly."

Doctor Li let out another long sigh.

"I'm just a doctor, not a god. How can I have this kind of immortal technique to bring the dead back to life?"

"Poor thing, at such a young age, you actually..."

"Shut up, get out, get out, don't disturb Xiao Yang's rest, get out for me."

Luo Lan shouted angrily, and with a flick, white vitality rushed out of her palm, blasting everyone out of the main hall abruptly.

Doctor Li let out another long sigh, turned around and left, he has been practicing medicine all his life, he is used to parting from life and death, white-haired people send black-haired people, how is it rare?

Luo Lan hugged Luo Xiaoyang for three whole days and three nights without closing her eyes, without dripping water, and without even moving her posture.

Zhu Zian couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"What a stubborn temper, mother and son are equally stubborn."

At this time, he seemed to see the little hand hanging limply, and the fingers moved.

He thought he was dazzled, so he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he took a closer look, the chubby little finger moved again.

God, he didn't die, he didn't die?

He rushed into the main hall and shouted to Luo Lan: "Xiaoyang is not dead, he is not dead, I just saw his fingers move."

But seeing Luo Lan, who was in a daze, raised her head and fixed her phoenix eyes on the excited Zhu Zian's face, and said angrily.

(End of this chapter)