Chapter 520: Making the Call (2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Seeing this, Master Hua lifted the curtains of the carriage and urged the coachman outside, “Old Li, hurry up!”
Tears welled up in Madam Hua’s eyes as she stammered, “No matter what, 1 have to go back and see Xi’er for the last time!”
The coachman, Old Li, responded and waved his whip high.
The Hua family’s convoy hurried towards the west gate.
Madam Hua was eager to go home. From time to time, she would open the curtains and look out of the carriage.
When they were about to reach the west gate, Madam Hua lifted the curtains again, but she realized that her second son, Hua Zhao, was nowhere to be seen. Madam Hua looked back and forth and saw Hua Zhao riding a white horse at the back of the convoy. Her expression wasn’t good.
“Zhao…” Madam Hua almost shouted the name of her second son, but she stopped herself in the end.
“Butler Lin, go and see Eldest Young Master…” She changed her words and instructed the accompanying Butler Lin to see her second son. However, before she could finish speaking, she saw Hua Zhao’s body sway and suddenly fall off the horse…
“Zhao’er!” Madam Hua lost her rationality for a moment and blurted out her second son’s name in panic. She shouted anxiously, “Stop the car, stop the car quickly!”
Hua Zhao, who had fallen off the horse, had one foot in the stirrup. He was dragged forward by the horse just like that, and his bun scattered messily…
The others on the street also saw the scene of Hua Zhao falling off her horse. Several passersby exclaimed one after another, “Look, someone fell off his horse!”
“Someone fell off a horse!”
Everyone from the Hua family to the surrounding passersby was shocked.
Immediately, enthusiastic passersby went forward to hold Hua Zhao’s black horse. Someone helped untie his right foot from the stirrup and place him flat on the ground.
Hua Zhao’s eyes were tightly shut as he lay there motionless. His half-dispersed hair was stained with a lot of dust, and there was a red and blue bump on one side of his forehead. His clothes were in a mess.
“Zhao… Xi’er!” Madam Hua got out of the carriage and rushed towards Hua Zhao. Her face was filled with worry and anxiety.
“He’s still breathing.” A passerby tested Hua Zhao’s breathing and shouted, “The Myriad Herb Hall is ahead. Hurry up and send him to the Myriad Herb Hall.”
Madam Hua cried and pounced on her son on the ground.
More and more passersby gathered there.
Master Hua hurriedly instructed the servants to carry Hua Zhao, who was lying on the ground, to the Myriad Herb Hall not far away.
Some passersby dispersed, and some busybodies chased after them to the Myriad Herb Hall, surrounding them tightly.
Doctor Wan from the Myriad Herb Hall hurriedly treated the unconscious Hua Zhao. He checked his pulse, performed acupuncture, and fed him medicine, but Hua Zhao remained unconscious and even began to have a fever.
He was very ill. In just an hour, his fever became more and more intense. Not only did his limbs convulse violently, but two lines of shocking blood and tears even flowed from his eyes. Even the staff of the Myriad Herb Hall was shocked.
“Master Hua, Madam Hua.” Doctor Wan said helplessly to the Hua family, “Your son’s illness is coming in a hurry. His high fever won’t subside, his yin and yang have separated, and he has lost vital energy. It seems his life isn’t long for this world. Even immortals would find it difficult to save him…”
Madam Hua looked as if she had been struck by lightning. Her face was paler than a corpse, and her body was on the verge of collapse. She muttered, “Yin and Yang are separated and he has lost vital energy…”
She grabbed her husband’s sleeve, still in shock. “Isn’t this the same as… Xi’er?”
Doctor Wang also said that Hua Xi’s pulse showed that his yin and yang were separate.
Moreover, like his brother, Hua Xi, Hua Zhao’s eyes were bleeding.
Madam Hua felt as if a knife was being twisted in her heart. Her body trembled uncontrollably, like a flower in the wind and rain. She looked at her second son, Hua Zhao, on the couch with tears in her eyes.
Hua Zhao was still unconscious. His cheeks were flushed, and his limbs were twitching.
At this moment, in Madam Hua’s teary eyes, Hua Zhao’s face overlapped with her eldest son’s face…
Were her two sons going to die?!
A chill rose from the bottom of her feet and quickly spread throughout her body. Her eyes were filled with despair and heartache.
Looking at her appearance, Doctor Wan couldn’t hide his sigh. An 18-year-old young man was in his prime. Which parent wouldn’t feel heartache?
He was about to say something like “I’m sorry for your loss” when he heard the sound of a curtain behind him, followed by the waiter’s respectful and enthusiastic voice. “Boss.”
Doctor Wan and the Hua family all looked in the direction of the voice. Gu Yunrong, who was dressed in peach-colored hibiscus, walked in from the back hall. Her naturally curved lips seemed to have a smile..