"God's will! God's will!"
In his previous life, Liu Mingzhi always felt that those actors in TV dramas who spit out a large mouthful of blood due to sadness or anger were a bit exaggerated.
Today, Liu Mingzhi finally realized what it felt like to be so angry that his heart would spurt out blood.
"Since ancient times, no one has had any regrets in life. He only hopes that the enemy will ride his horse...horse...poof...hate...hate...
..."
A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out from Liu Mingzhi's mouth, falling low on the yellow sand.
Liu Mingzhi knelt down to the ground with a dull look, and fell weakly on the sand.
"Commander!"
"Commander!"
"Commander!"
"Husband!"
"Quick, call all the military doctors to come!"
The exclamations of Song Qing and others attracted the attention of Yunyang and others not far away. Seeing Young Master Liu's appearance, they hurried over!
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Quickly send the military doctor!"
After a long time, dozens of famous doctors accompanying the army looked at each other silently, and sighed silently as they looked at the unconscious Young Master Liu being held in the arms of Aunt Mo Rongrong.
One of the oldest military doctors with white hair and beard walked up to the generals.
"Two marshals, generals."
"The prince was so anxious that he vomited out the blood that had accumulated for a long time."
"I know from the pulse of the prince that the prince has been depressed and ill for at least two or three days, and it may be even longer."
Song Qing was stunned: "Two or three days ago? Since Jianzhou? But nothing happened in Jianzhou that made the commander upset."
"This old man doesn't know. Why is the prince so depressed and sick? Only he knows!"
When Yunyang and Nangong Ye heard this, they looked at each other with sad expressions.
Chapter completed!