Black, sticky blood, exuding a strange fishy smell, continuously poured out from the corner of Zhong Qingye's slightly slanted mouth. The faces of the people in the room paled, and before they could react, Zhong Qingye seemed to be choked by blood, and then
It was a violent cough, but within seconds, black blood stained the pillow.【】
For the first time, Qi Mo's ice-like face showed visible fear. He rushed over with a quick step, stretched out his hand to lift Zhong Qingye's head and leaned it on his arm to prevent her from being choked again.
Half covering the corner of her mouth with one hand, she turned around and roared: "What's going on?"
A steady stream of blood, showing a terrifying black color, continuously flowed out from the corners of Zhong Qingye's mouth. In the blink of an eye, Qi Mo's palms were stained with mottled blood, and then slowly slid down along the hand lines, each drop and a trace.
The liquid seemed to be draining away her life.
The old doctor had never experienced Prince Rui's anger. His expression suddenly changed when he roared. He didn't even dare to stand up. He just knelt on the ground and hurriedly walked to the bedside. He didn't care about any rules and etiquette, and grabbed the clock.
Aoba's wrist is thin and delicate.
They checked the pulse, and Qi Mo's heart was focused on Zhong Qingye, watching as her face became paler and paler as the inexplicable black blood continued to drain, and it became harder and harder. Qi Mo's own face was almost distorted.
.
After a while, the doctor didn't come to any conclusion. Qi Mo urged impatiently: "What's going on? Speak!"
"This..." Several doctors exchanged glances with each other. One of them stood up tremblingly and rolled Zhong Qingye's eyelids. Before Qi Mo could say anything, he fell to his knees with a thump, and several of them unexpectedly agreed in unison.
Kowtow.
Black Eagle and Red Eagle's expressions suddenly changed. Qi Mo looked at them very calmly, half-covering the corners of Zhong Qingye's mouth with force, and said in a stern tone: "Speak!"
Several old doctors were kowtowing loudly, their whole bodies were shaking violently, their foreheads were already red, but they couldn't say a word.
Seeing that something was going wrong, Red Eagle and Black Eagle rushed forward, one held down the other, forcing them to raise their heads.
I saw that the two doctors' faces were full of wrinkles, their hair and beards were all gray, their cloudy eyes were full of tears, their white and peeling lips were trembling, their eyes were wandering, and they didn't dare to touch Qi Mo's face.
look.
This kind of reaction was tantamount to directly telling others that the situation was very bad. Black Eagle and Red Eagle's hearts suddenly dropped. Red Eagle glanced at Zhong Qingye, whose face was almost white and transparent to Qi Mohuai, and gritted his teeth.
If it weren't for them, how could Zhong Qingye be like this?!
He couldn't describe what he was feeling, but the strength of his hands inadvertently increased, causing the old doctor whose shoulders he was holding to turn pale. He was half-dead in pain but did not dare to say anything, which was extremely pitiful.
Qi Mo let go of the hand covering the corner of Zhong Qingye's mouth, and the black blood on his hand immediately dripped onto the thick brown wooden floor, dripping. He shook it casually, and some blood spattered on the doctor's bearded face.
, the cold liquid instantly made the old doctor's face turn as white as a ghost.
Holding the girl tightly in his arms, whose body was gradually cooling down, Qi Mo's expression was as silent as a deserted city at midnight.
"What's going on?" he asked calmly.
Perhaps this cold tone was more terrifying than the angry tone. Not only were the doctors frightened, but even Red Eagle and Black Eagle couldn't help shaking their hands and let go of the person they were holding.
Several old doctors were lying on the ground. Although they did not continue to kowtow, their bodies were still shivering violently. Qi Mo's emotionless eyes swept over these people one by one, and the tremors became even worse wherever they went.
"Speak." He hugged the girl in his arms and said calmly: "If you don't speak, all three generations of your family will be buried with you."
The lethality of these words was definitely of the highest level. The old doctors could no longer remain silent. They glanced at Zhong Qingye who had stopped vomiting blood but had a weak breath. He lowered his head and whispered: "Reply to the prince..."
The princess’s... internal organs are ruptured and bleeding profusely..."
"Is there any help?" Qi Mo asked calmly without listening to his words.
Several people trembled, and their brains wished they could sink into their waistbands.
Without their answers, Qi Mo already knew the answer just by looking like this. He nodded casually and casually said to Hong Ying and the other two, "Leave no one behind."
Both Red Eagle and Black Eagle looked bad. Seeing this, they just nodded without saying a word. Before the unlucky doctors could realize what it meant to leave no one behind, Black Eagle had already led them away.
The boy who came in dragged him out.
A scream suddenly rang out. Hong Ying frowned and glanced back. The young man who was dragging him understood what he was doing. He took out some dirty cloth from somewhere and stuffed it directly into the old doctor's mouth without saying a word. He moved quickly with his hands and feet.
Dragging the sobbing people out of the door.
The room suddenly became quiet. Qi Mo hugged Zhong Qingye, who was losing breath, and lowered his head without saying a word. A pool of black blood at his feet reflected the cold light. Black Eagle and the two were a little uneasy, and hesitated for a moment. Red Eagle stepped forward cautiously.
Asked: "Your Majesty...then what happens next..."
Before he finished speaking, the door to the room was suddenly opened. Ziying walked in unhurriedly, nodded slightly to Qi Mo and said, "Your Majesty, someone wants to see you."
"No." Qi Mo said without looking back.
Ziying's expression: "He said he could save Zhong Qingye."
Qi Mo suddenly turned around, and Red Eagle and Black Eagle were looking at him in disbelief.
After a while of silence, Qi Mo's voice sounded faintly: "Bring it here."
Ziying turned around and left, and soon he led a moon-white figure into the room that smelled of blood.
After seeing that person's face clearly, Qi Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. With his memory, how could he not remember this alluring face? At the Zhong family at that time, his eyes had always stayed on Zhong Qingye.
The person who came was Feng Jin, who had just left.
Seeing Qi Mo hugging the unconscious Zhong Qingye tightly, Feng Jin's eyes flashed with emotions, then returned to calmness in an instant, and quietly said: "Prince Rui, if you want Ah Qing to die in your arms,
Li, then just hug me like this."
"Presumptuous!" Ziying drew his sword very quickly, and just as Feng Jin finished his words, the long sword pulled out from his waist turned into a cold light and slashed towards him.
Feng Jin didn't even move his eyelids, he just stretched out his hand casually and moved slightly. He didn't see what he had done at all. But in the next second, the long sword that Ziying thrust out was firmly clamped between his index finger and finger.
Nothing can move in between.
Qi Mo looked at him with an expression on his face, his dark eyes bottomless.