Chapter 263 Seeking Medical Treatment

"County Lord, please take everyone away quickly. This is not the place for you to cry."

An old guard came out from the side and spoke softly with a serious tone.

"County Lord, your husband was fed poison and died. Some people's bodies are different, so maybe they can be saved. Take him to see a doctor."

Chen Shiyi suddenly woke up, yes, yes...

The old guard helped her pick up the person, walked out of the gate of the Imperial City Prison, and called a driver of a cart outside to put the person on the cart.

The driver quickly stopped him.

"It's bad luck if my car doesn't kill someone."

Chen Shiyi quickly took out the few remaining coins from his pocket.

"I bought it."

The driver weighed the silver in his hand and left with satisfaction.

Chen Shiyi put on the backpack, grabbed the handrail, and dragged the cart towards the nearest hospital.

The two guards behind her saw her figure walking away.

The brown-clad guard asked in confusion.

"He is dead."

The old man said.

"I know. Let's get her out first. Otherwise, it would be ridiculous to let her cry here all day. This is the Imperial City. If someone from above sees this, we will be in trouble!"

The Fifth Prince was very surprised when he learned about the Imperial City Bureau.

"Dead?"

The people below replied respectfully.

"Your Majesty, yes."

The Fifth Prince paused for a moment while writing, then smiled again.

"We're all going to die anyway, so it's better to die early than late, so I don't have to worry about this."

The sky was gloomy and the drizzle was heavy. The number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, leaving only a few people walking on the street.

It was very difficult for one person and one cart to travel on the road.

Chen Shiyi dragged the cart to the front door of the clinic and hurriedly shouted inside.

"Doctor, help..."

An old man with gray hair immediately ran out of the clinic. Seeing Pei Luoshu's appearance, he frowned deeply. He pulled Pei Luoshu's eyelids and took his pulse.

"Well, Doc?"

The doctor rolled his eyes at Chen Shiyi.

"This man is already dead, why bring him to the hospital? Go prepare for his funeral and stop torturing him."

Chen Shiyi shook his head desperately.

"Impossible, he must still be alive, take another look..."

She grabbed the doctor's clothes and refused to let go.

The doctor was stunned. He quickly pulled out his clothes and shook his head.

Another madman.

"Go back quickly. He is dead. Please mourn for him."

"No, he didn't. You must be a quack. He's not dead."

After saying that, she dragged the cart to the next clinic.

Not surprisingly, she was kicked out.

She just kept walking and walking until she found a clinic and went to ask for help.

She walked from early morning to dusk, her eyes changing from initial sadness and despair to a faint hope, and then to the calmness and tranquility of today.

Along the way, we go from death to life, and from life to death.

Later, an old doctor with silver hair asked.

"Are you trying to save his life or your own hope?"

Yes, his life was gone, and so was her hope.

Later, she carried him back to the small courtyard where she rented a house. There was nothing there except a few old clothes she had packed...

She placed him on the simple bed, fetched some water, cleaned his body, changed all his bloody clothes, put on an ice-blue robe, and combed his hair into a neat bun.

After finishing all this, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him quietly.

"A Luo, I'm sorry. If I hadn't wanted to travel the world with you and spend my life with you, and if you hadn't given up your supreme power for me, you wouldn't have died. Your identity meant that you only had one choice, but we always hope that heaven will grant us miracles, but in the end, we can't escape the tricks of fate."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and the corners of her mouth raised.

"A Luo, you always said that I was your creditor. The debt has not been repaid yet, so why do you want to be separated from me? This won't do. Money is more important to me than anything else. I will go to the underworld to ask you for it. Don't even think about running away..."

After saying that, she lay down beside Pei Luoshu, the shining silver light passed across her wrist, and bright red flowed under the bed like a stream, forming a thick stream.

She clasped Pei Luoshu's hand with her other hand and closed her eyes.

Wealth, fortune, happiness and longevity are all illusions.

They simply do not value those things, but they insist on stuffing these power, fame and fortune into their mouths. If their mouths cannot be opened, they pry them open to feed them. As a result, they end up with wounds all over their bodies and die.

If the blessing from God is given in the wrong way, it will be a disaster.

God, it still hurts.

Just like her, she felt pain all over her body, as if being stirred by a huge hand.

She turned around and around in the darkness, wandering in this pitch-dark place. She felt like she was standing in a sealed wooden box, unable to even stretch her arms.

She wanted to push the wall open, but she couldn't find the way.

She was still thinking about going out to look for A'Luo, what should she do if she was trapped here?

Just when she was dozing off, she heard someone calling her.

"Eleven, eleven..."

"Eleven, your A Luo was wrongly killed, don't you want to avenge him?"

"Eleven, wake up..."

She thought it was a bit noisy.

But what he said was right, A Luo was poisoned to death.

She wants revenge for him.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the wooden box and she pushed it open with force.

In Ping Garden, the lights were on. In Minghua Courtyard, Wen Zhirou was wiping the face of Chen Shiyi who was lying down with a handkerchief.

When she saw Chen Shiyi like this, her eyes couldn't help but become red again.

She spoke to Wen Zhiheng who was sitting next to her.

"Brother, we can't go on like this. Eleven has lost the will to live. We finally managed to save her. We can't let her die again..."

Wen Zhiheng stood up and walked over, taking the handkerchief from Wen Zhirou's hand.

"You go and rest first, I'll watch over her."

Wen Zhirou raised her eyes, glanced at him, then looked at Chen Shiyi, then nodded, stood up and walked out.

Wen Zhiheng sat beside Chen Shiyi's bed, looking at her quietly.

How many years has it been since I looked at her so closely?

It seems like a long time ago, I can’t remember clearly…

At this moment, her face was pale and thin, her eye sockets were sunken, her thin lips were dull and pale, and the hands that had pulled him out of the mine still had faint scars on them.

When she was found that day, there was blood all over the bed and under the bed, as if all the blood in her body had been drained out.

He was so frightened that he couldn't speak. All he could think of at that moment was, why is she so depressed?

Is she still the Chen Shiyi who can still find a way out in adversity?

She lives such a passionate and bright life, dares to do and think, and dares to take responsibility. Why would she make such a choice?

"Eleventh, it is understandable that people do anything when they are not sober, but this is not a reason for you to choose to end your life. Everyone will die, but death is a result, not a choice. No one will choose to die."