Chapter 162 Yaoyao has no pulse!

"Go and pass on my order quickly, and order Qingyan to capture Aying and bring him to see me!" Feng Shang said in a cold voice with a fierce look on his face.

"Yes!" The black shadow disappeared instantly.

Feng Shang clenched his fists. He never dreamed that the person who hurt Bai Yaoyao would be his subordinate.

Returning to the bedside, he looked at the burned, conscious little girl with a face full of apology. "I've always tried to keep my distance from you, fearing I'd hurt you, but in the end, I'm the one who hurt you the most..."

"The antipyretic medicine is here. Come, give it to her first!" Doctor Zhang walked in personally with the prepared antipyretic medicine, holding the "Qian Jin Fang" in his arms.

Just as Madam Hu was about to reach out to take it, Feng Shang snatched it away, "I'll do it!"

After testing the temperature and making sure it was not hot, Feng Shang fed Bai Yaoyao.

But the little girl's eyes were tightly closed, her breathing was sometimes rapid and sometimes weak, as if she was already on the brink of life and death, and she would not open her mouth to drink the medicine at all!

"What should I do?" Madam Hu cried anxiously. She clasped her hands together and prayed to the sky, "Revered Emperor of Heaven, please open your eyes and look at your little princess. She...she is dying. Please save her! Wuwu..."

This time, Tiandao seemed to be asleep and did not hear Aunt Hu's prayers. Not only could Bai Yaoyao not drink the medicine, but even her breathing began to stop!

"Let me do it!" Feng Shang suddenly poured the antipyretic medicine into the girl's mouth, lowered his head, and put his mouth to the little girl's, trying to get her to drink it in this way.

But it didn't work. No matter how much he fed her, she spit it out and couldn't swallow a single drop!

Doctor Zhang touched the little girl's wrist and his face changed in shock. "Oh no, there's no pulse!"

Aunt Hu burst into tears!

Bang!

Feng Shang dropped the medicine bowl in his hand, rushed over and hugged Bai Yaoyao, "Yaoyao, Yaoyao, wake up! Yaoyao, wake up!"

But no matter how he shook her or called her, Bai Yaoyao just closed her eyes quietly and did not move.

He was unwilling to give up, and slapped her face with his cold palm, "Wake up, wake up, wake up quickly..."

His hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't even hold the little girl steady. "No, no, it's impossible..."

No one knows how important Bai Yaoyao is in his heart.

From the very beginning, his life was filled with darkness, calculation and killing, as if the light had forgotten his existence and had never shone on him.

Until he met Bai Yaoyao, the little girl with curved eyebrows and dimples when she smiled. She seemed to be born with light. Wherever she was, there was laughter and brightness.

Feng Shang felt that she was his lifelong salvation and pursuit. Because of meeting her, he felt happiness and joy that he had never felt in the past eighteen years. The little girl would give him different surprises in various ways on special days, letting him know that she was also a living person with joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

How he wanted to keep her by his side, to be with her day and night, and never leave.

But he was burdened with a deep blood feud and had enemies everywhere. He didn't dare to do it, for fear that he would accidentally implicate Bai Yaoyao.

Therefore, he tried to find a way to reject her and not let her get close to him.

Every time Bai Yaoyao was rejected, he would leave with his head down and sad, but he didn't know that he was the one who was even sadder.

After she left, he would always take out the things the little girl gave him, such as the bowl that had once held ginseng soup, or the food box that had once held eight mooncakes...

He kept these things, pretending that the little girl was by his side, looking at her all night long, and even hugging her when he slept.