Three Picks II: Immortal Soul (9)
In the early morning, she was woken up by a commotion outside the house.
"How can such a good person as Miss endure so many years of illness!"
"That's right!"
"Then the people of other families are really not things, the more they come here to make trouble at this time!"
"They wish something had happened to our lord and young lady!"
……
She got out of bed, and the injuries on her body had not fully recovered.
Every time she overdrew her abilities and sacrificed her blood, her whole body felt as if it had been unloaded alive, and it was as if it wasn't her own.
Yesterday, she accompanied her every step of the way, and the pain was like stepping on the tip of a knife, but her heart was very happy.
Open the door.
"Miss Meng, you're awake!"
The maidservant was very polite to her, after all, it was Mo Yuan who personally ordered it.
"Hmmm! What about Miss Mo? ”
The expressions on the faces of the handmaidens revealed sorrow, and they slowly spoke.
"My young lady's condition is getting worse, and the doctor is watching now~"
Meng Yan was taken aback.
"What!"
Could it be that the source of last night's sound was not from a dream?
She lowered her head slightly, her brow furrowed.
"Where is Miss Mo's room?"
"Heading south to the Xinya Temple."
Immediately, she turned around and ran towards Xinya Courtyard in pain.
Stumbling along the way, it's time to arrive.
Outside the Xinya Hospital.
There was a long queue, and the doctors were holding medicine boxes, sweating in the sun.
It's also funny to say, in the Continent of Innocence, there are all kinds of strange abilities.
However, there is no medical ability to be found so far.
In the words of the elders – this is God's punishment for humanity! Punish their greed, punish their ignorance, already their cruelty!
Therefore, Doctor, any empire in the Continent of Innocence is extremely lacking.
Crossing the crowd, she made her way to the back room.
A layer of tulle isolated her, and through the tulle, she vaguely saw Mo Kite lying on the bed.
"It's Meng Yan!"
A kind voice sounded behind her, and she turned her head.
A very dignified man who looked to be nearly sixty years old stood straight behind her, his eyes red.
Meng Yan nodded.
"I am Mo Kite's father, Mo Tianyi"
He spoke again, looking at the man lying in the veil with an extremely deep gaze.
In his eyes, Meng Yan saw a trace of desolation and helplessness.
"Uncle Mo, Mo Kite her?"
She spoke cautiously, for fear that saying something wrong would touch the heart of this father.
"There is no help! The hexagram shows that she may not survive her 18th birthday, and the doctor has nothing to do! ”
When Meng Yan heard this, his heart tightened, not a taste.
"Jiren has her own natural appearance, Uncle Mo, Miss is such a good person, she will be fine!"
She didn't know what to say to comfort him, but she felt like she had something to say.
Mo Tianyi just shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"My Mo family girl is cursed, and she won't live to be 18 years old."
With that, he turned around and left.
Then, the next doctor came in from outside, lifted the veil, and called the pulse.
In the gap, Meng Yan saw her clearly.
Obviously, she looked weak enough yesterday, but today, it is even more distressing.
Her eye sockets are a little sunken, and because she is thin, there is basically no excess flesh on her face.
Because her black hair is extremely eye-catching, it also reflects her extremely sickly pale face.
Like a sleeping princess, lying there in peace.
Bowing his head, he left her room in a huff.
The reincarnation of heaven, is it possible that good people have a short life now? Bad guys on the loose?
But it is unjust!
There was another commotion.
"Miss is sick like this, can I dance the Dance of the Divine Sacrifice again?"
"Surely not! It's going to kill him! ”
"What should I do? The festival will begin the day after tomorrow. ”
"If you let other families know, then it will be dangerous for the Mo family to know!"
Dangerous?
Meng Yan frowned.
"Why is the Mo family dangerous? Isn't it one of the four major families? ”