It's strange that a horse suddenly goes berserk on the way to the Honglu Temple for roll call, galloping wildly down the street and throwing people off.
"It's definitely not an accident. Who wants to harm the Qiao family?" The eldest son-in-law was lying on the bed, barely breathing. Qiao Laoda's face was ashen, and he clenched his fists.
Qiao Xi'er held Mu Xinghe's hand and sat on the edge of the bed, her face filled with grief, worry, and panic, at a loss for what to do.
She had already had her daughter taken to the warm pavilion by the nanny, and the two two-year-old children, Qiao Li and Qiao Yue, had also been taken away by the servants to play elsewhere.
Qiao Xi'er's heart was in her throat. She prayed to God a thousand times and ten thousand times, determined to save her life no matter what.
Otherwise, she couldn't imagine a young child, a broken home—
Two doctors in the mansion were busy with their young apprentices, carrying out basin after basin of the bloody water they had washed out.
The doctors looked grave, because they too were uncertain whether they could save Mu Xinghe.
His injuries were too severe; he suffered multiple fractures throughout his body, damage to his internal organs, massive bleeding in vital areas, brain damage, and what appeared to be further fractures and bruising.
Even if a supreme deity descended to earth, there's no guarantee of salvation.
But now they don't say discouraging things; they're racing against time and giving it their all.
The Qiao family was in a flurry of activity, doing everything they could to help. Some went out to buy medicine themselves, while others took sick leave.
Those gathered around the bed angrily pondered the cause and effect.
"Our Qiao family has never made enemies. Who would want to harm Xinghe like this? It's clearly an attempt to take his life." Qiao Laosan's eyes were practically spitting fire.
Qiao Dayong: "Everything is calm and peaceful normally, but this kind of thing suddenly happened. It must have been premeditated for a long time, but we were kept in the dark. The people in the capital are unpredictable and scheming, making it impossible to guard against them."
"Where's the sickle?" Old Mrs. Qiao asked in a hoarse voice.
She saw that Mu Xinghe's face was getting paler and paler, and his breathing was extremely weak. He was probably about to die, and even the two highly skilled doctors were powerless to save him.
At times like this, she could only think of Lian'er.
Qiao Zhizhi ran out the door, took a look, and came back with a faint sob in her voice.
"The door to Lian'er is still locked from the inside."
She's not here at times like this; she must have gone somewhere else.
These days, Lian'er seems to be particularly busy again, and she doesn't even have time to eat breakfast with everyone.
"No, Lian'er must stay. We can't live without her now," Qiao Xi'er said, her lips trembling.
She felt Mu Xinghe's hands getting colder and colder, which was a bad omen.
"It seems...it seems like there's a way—"
Her mind was in a complete mess, and she couldn't remember anything.
"Oh, right, right, I know." Qiao Zhizhi's eyes flickered, and she ran to her room.
Lian'er often needs to go out, and she always manages to ensure her safety, so people generally don't bother her. Therefore, even she didn't think of this.
Qiao Zhizhi picked up something she had touched together; it was a seashell that Lian'er had picked up on some beach, and it was very delicate and beautiful.
She gripped it tightly and said urgently, "Lian'er, where are you? Brother-in-law Xinghe is in trouble, he's dying, please come back quickly."
Qiao Lian'er is in a country where she is preparing to pay tribute. She quickly befriends a local nobleman and is currently having snacks with him, learning about the local totems and culture.
In her mind, an alarm bell rang loudly; Qiao Zhizhi was calling her name.
"Excuse me, I have to go now."
Without waiting for the other party's reaction, Qiao Lian'er hurriedly went downstairs.
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