Chapter 132 Young Master has a heart disease?
Moss was terrified and watched the young master fall to the ground, his lips purple and blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
"Master? Why...why is he not breathing?"
Moss's mind went blank for a few seconds, and his hand had already reached out to press on Nanchuan Shijue's philtrum.
After all, I've seen a lot of things with Nanchuan Shijue, and I also know a little bit of medical knowledge...
He pinched the Ren Zhong point for a while, then laid the person flat and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation in a panic.
"Master, don't scare me...Master, you're so tough that even ten strong men can't kill you. How could you be pissed off to death? Master...wake up..."
Moss pressed the button while muttering to himself, his eyes turning red with anxiety.
"Master...you must not die like this. If you die, what will happen to Miss Ning..."
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly twitched, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, but fortunately his breathing returned to normal.
Moss sniffed his breath, then put his ear close to his chest and listened, only then did he feel relieved.
His hands were shaking as he grabbed the phone to call the doctor—
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There was a low pressure in the room.
Nanchuan Shijue fell into a coma, his face was pale and his lips were still purple.
"You mean, the young master has a heart disease? Caused by anger?" Moss asked in disbelief.
After a thorough examination, the doctor replied, "It's possible for anger to cause a heart attack. Prolonged anger can lead to insufficient blood flow to the heart muscle, causing chest tightness, chest pain, and palpitations. If a patient experiences prolonged anger and depression, their risk of developing a heart attack is much higher than that of someone with a more optimistic outlook."
"What should we do then?"
"When the young master wakes up, go to the hospital for a thorough examination. Maintain a positive attitude from now on, and try not to get anxious or angry. Don't make the condition worse, otherwise..."
Moss kept silent, making Nanchuan Spyker not angry - no one could do it.
While unconscious, the young master was still tightly clutching the cell phone, his finger bones almost penetrating his pale skin.
The entry #Ning Fengsheng's Secret Love Diary# on the phone screen was like a poisonous snake wrapped around his heart - in that yellowed diary, every word "Gong Ye" was poisonous enough to kill instantly.
Moss made a prompt decision and gave orders to completely remove all related hot searches.
Young Master can't stand any more stimulation...
In the evening, Nanchuan Shijue woke up.
He tore off the electrode pads and reached for his phone with the smell of blood still in his throat.
The phone screensaver is Ning Fengsheng’s sleeping face, and the lock screen password is her birthday.
Moss clutched his pale wrist and said, "Master, all the trending searches have been removed. The doctor said your heart isn't in good condition and you can't be stimulated any more..."
"Get out of here!"
"You know that you will feel uncomfortable after watching that—"
"I told you to get out!" Nanchuan Shijue pushed the man away and touched his phone to swipe the screen.
Sure enough, all related hot searches were removed. I searched the entire website but couldn't find a single word about it.
He leaned against the big pillow, his heart aching.
I already knew that woman had loved Gong Ye for a long time...
But when he saw the diary, he still felt so painful that his soul seemed to be torn apart.
Moss persuaded him earnestly for a long time, then brought warm water and medicine: "Master, this medicine can relieve pain, and it will be good for your heart."
Pain relief? Once his heart aches, it won't stop. No medicine will help!
But he still took the pills and swallowed two of them.
His long fingers continued to slide across the screen without giving up, and he masochistically flipped through the information that only made him despair.
A live broadcast push comes into view.
Ning Fengsheng was slumped on the sofa, legs crossed, with her long, fluffy hair hanging loose. She was not wearing any makeup and was only wearing a white nightgown. She was so simple, yet breathtakingly beautiful, like a moving doll.
There are already hundreds of thousands of people online in the live broadcast room, and the number of people pouring in is still increasing exponentially.
The barrage of comments was scrolling like crazy, saying all sorts of things.
"Cancel the engagement! Kowtow and apologize to Master Nanchuan!"
"Wow, such a shameless guy actually dares to do a live broadcast..."
"There are still bite marks from Master Nanchuan on that slut's neck!"
"Ten thousand people signed a petition in blood, begging the Gong family to verify the bride's virginity..."
"Does the palace scumbag feel good about picking up Master Nanchuan's second-hand goods?"
"Take sleeping pills live—I'll give you a carnival!"
"It's getting hot, and this woman is really beautiful..."
"Young Master Nanchuan, a slut wearing worn-out shoes, is he worthy of marrying into a wealthy family?"
"This damn scumbag girl who played with the young master's feelings deserves a horrible death!"
"Ning Fengsheng, the Gong Group's stock price plummeted and it's all your fault, you scoundrel!"
Ning Fengsheng looked at the people who rushed in and scolded her crazily, with a faint, nonchalant smile on her lips.
That smile was breathtakingly beautiful, and the live broadcast room exploded...
"First, I want to clarify something..." She said slowly, "Mr. Nanchuan and I did have a past, but he has a fiancée, and the wedding is next month. You should be able to search for this information."
The crazy barrage of comments suddenly became much milder, and the insults were not so harsh anymore.
"Young Master Nanchuan's marriage news came before mine, and I heard his fiancée, Miss Lin, was pregnant. He dumped me a few months ago..." Ning Fengsheng said with a smile, "You don't really think that the King of the Black Emperor, the Noble of Nanchuan, would be dumped by me, do you?"
The insults in the barrage were divided into two waves, one wave defending Ning Fengsheng, and the other wave still providing evidence to scold her.
"I don't know why those trending searches are appearing online, but I do know that Young Master Nanchuan has always maintained a strict personal life. No one dares to spread rumors about him without his permission. It's just strange that I just recently announced my marriage, and yet there are so many rumors online. Perhaps some overbearing hand is preventing me from starting a new life..."
The barrage began to favor Ning Fengsheng.
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"Master, you still need to rest now, you can't get out of bed!"
Moss's block was ineffective.
Nanchuan Shijue staggered to the ground and walked out of the door...
He lives next door to the Ning family and bought this villa last night.
After all, the Ning family has limited space, and the Nanchuan family can't accommodate a large group of people.
At this moment, he was wearing a black silk nightgown with a wide collar and Big Bad Wolf slippers on his feet, and walked straight into the Ning family.
A group of relatives gathered in the Ning family's hall, discussing something heatedly. Suddenly, they saw this man push aside the servants and walk in from the entrance. They were all shocked.
My cousin's wife was holding a selfie stick when she saw a figure walking past in the background behind her.
The barrage instantly went crazy.
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"Young Master Nanchuan and I have indeed broken up. He's getting married, and the bride isn't me. From now on, we're two completely unrelated people... I implore everyone here not to be swayed by online public opinion..."
Ning Fengsheng looked at the increasingly gentle live broadcast room and breathed a sigh of relief. "I sincerely wish Young Master Nanchuan well..."
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