Wang San and Lao Chen rushed in from outside and, seeing that he was truly awake, immediately rushed to the bedside.
Old Chen grabbed Lu Cijian's hand and carefully checked his pulse. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. "You brat, you really scared me to death. Your pulse has finally stabilized."
God knows how he got through the past month or so, worrying about Jiang Yimian and Lu Cijian, and he didn't get a good night's sleep even once.
He kept dreaming about Jiang Yimian getting into trouble or Lu Cijian getting into trouble, which tormented him so much that he almost actually died.
Hearing this, Wang San finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the anxiety he had felt for many days finally dissipated considerably.
Lu Cijian stubbornly persisted, asking, "Is there any news about Mianmian? Is she alright?"
Upon hearing this, Old Chen felt a little guilty and lowered his head, not daring to speak.
They've been adrift at sea for the past two weeks, so even if news gets back to Weizhou, they won't know.
But he dared not tell the truth, fearing that Lu Cijian would faint again from a stroke.
The other person's body can't be subjected to any more abuse.
Thinking it over, he quickly said, "Young Master, we'll be in Chuncheng soon. We'll be able to dock in two hours at most."
Once we arrive in Chuncheng, we'll find out whether the princess has been kidnapped by that bastard Aguzan.
They're on their way back to Tuyuhun, and they'll definitely pass through Chuncheng.
Upon hearing this, Lu Cijian merely frowned, his voice carrying a hint of sternness, "So, still no news of Mianmian?"
Old Chen and Wang San lowered their heads and dared not speak.
Lu Cijian suddenly coughed violently again, his already pale face turning even paler, and he seemed about to collapse.
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