"Sang'er, Sang'er, how are you?" Zhao Tianfu called out anxiously to the person on the bed.
Wen Sang slowly woke up. "I...I'm alive? Talent, how come I can see you?"
"It's me. You're alive. You're alright."
He pulled the person into his arms, tears welling up in his eyes. "That little guy really saved you. That's wonderful, wonderful."
Has Sisi arrived?
Wen Sang weakly raised her eyes and saw Sisi. She coughed excitedly, "Sisi, cough cough cough, Sisi is here? Come to Auntie quickly."
"Auntie, I'm here!" Long Sisi rushed to the bedside, her big eyes blinking as she looked at her. When she saw Wen Sang, she couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her, but she didn't have the strength.
"Sisi, thank you."
As if remembering something, Zhao Tianfu knelt down again with a thud. "Sisi, little miracle doctor, please, please save my Yuan'er too, please."
"What's wrong with Yuan'er?" Wen Sang asked anxiously.
Then she realized that Yuan'er must be very worried about her sudden illness, as he has always been in poor health.
"Talent, how's Yuan'er? I need to find Yuan'er, please take me there, cough cough cough..."
She was so weak, as if she had been drained of all her strength. Zhao Tianfu pressed her down on the bed. "Don't move around. The little miracle doctor is here. Yuan'er will be alright."
"Sisi, please, please save Yuan'er. I'll do anything for you, even if it means being your slave. Please, I beg you."
Wen Sang cried so hard she could barely breathe.
Long Sisi tiptoed to wipe away her tears and said in a clear voice, "Auntie, don't cry. Sisi will go see Yuan'er right now. Yuan'er will be alright."
Everyone was worried about Zhao Yuan, and no one thought of Zhuang Rongrong.
She had been locked in the dungeon for two days, with no one bringing her food or water. She felt so hungry that she was hallucinating.
Is anyone there...?
Zhuang Rongrong pounded on the wooden door of the dungeon, the clanging sound carrying far.
After a long while, an impatient voice finally came from outside the door.
"What are you banging for? Trying to call back your soul?"
Zhuang Rongrong forced a bitter smile and pleaded in a low voice, "Could you please give me some water? I'm begging you, I'm going to die of thirst if I don't get some."
"Pshaw, you want to drink water when water resources are so scarce? We want to drink water too, it's not your turn!"
"..."
Zhuang Rongrong lay on the dirty ground, her resentment growing stronger. Why was she the only one treated so unfairly?
Suddenly, the wooden door was opened.
A withered old man walked in with a chuckle. "Young lady, are you hungry?"
Zhuang Rongrong, who was almost fainting from hunger, hurriedly looked up and saw that his expression was very pitiful, like a kitten that had been abandoned.
Someone warned him not to kill, but didn't say he couldn't play pranks on people either; this dungeon was lonely and boring.
It's her own fault for making a fuss over nothing; she has nothing better to do than chatter on and on.
The old man reached out his hand to her, and Zhuang Rongrong felt inexplicably scared. She shook her head and shrank into the corner, and the old man's expression changed.
"Didn't you say you were hungry? I'll take you to get something to eat, won't you come? We have roast chicken and egg drop soup."
Zhuang Rongrong swallowed hard and reached out her hand to him hopefully, "Why are you so good to me?"
"Because I want to play with you."
The old man laughed, "Don't be afraid, I'm just really bored. How about we play a game and then go get something to eat?"
What game?
"A very fun game."
The old man led her to a large barrel. Zhuang Rongrong felt extremely uneasy and struggled to shake off the old man's hand.
"I'm not eating anymore! Let me go! Let me go!"
"It's not up to you."
The old man grabbed her and forcefully shoved her into the bucket. Despite Zhuang Rongrong's struggles, he ruthlessly slammed the lid shut.
He clapped his hands as if watching a show, "Little girl, these are the mice I caught this month. They're starving. If you can beat them, I'll treat you to the best food and drink, hahaha."
...
When Zhao Tianfu led his men to Zhao Yuan's courtyard, the maids were kneeling all over the place, crying and sobbing. He was startled and rushed in to take a look, but immediately fell to the ground.
"What happened?"
Just as You Rong was about to go inside, her maid Lan'er, who was ahead of her, hurriedly pushed her out, saying, "Madam, you can't go in, it's bad luck."
"Could it be..."
Lan'er sighed and nodded.
From inside came Zhao Tianfu's broken and desperate cry, "My son—!"
Qin Shi felt uneasy as she held Sisi's hand.
They arrived too late. If they had arrived a moment earlier, they might have been able to save the child, who was so young.
Long Sisi didn't understand and wanted to go in to see, but Xie Yan stopped her and said in a deep voice, "Don't go in, he's already dead, he doesn't need you anymore."
Is it dead?
Long Sisi pursed her lips, feeling extremely upset. "Wu Guoguo, Sisi's chest feels uncomfortable."
"What happened?"
Xie Yan squatted down, and the little guy rubbed his chest, his lips pursed as if he was about to cry at any moment.
"Sisi doesn't want Yuan'er to die."
"Life is full of births, aging, sickness, and death, which are all normal." Xie Yan rubbed her head.
But she didn't want Yuan'er to die. If Yuan'er died, Auntie would be very, very sad.
"Little miracle doctor!" Zhao Tianfu suddenly knelt down, his eyes swollen like copper bells.
"I beg you, little miracle doctor, I beg you, please think of a way, please save my Yuan'er, save my child!"
Long Sisi tugged at Xie Yan's sleeve, "Fifth Brother, let's give it a try. What if we can save Yuan'er?"
Guanyin's things are very powerful; they might even bring the dead back to life.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Tianfu kowtowed even more profusely, pleading, "Please, please!"
Xie Yan was moved. "Are you afraid?"
Long Sisi shook her head, "I'm not afraid!"
She had seen the underworld's ghost messengers and evil spirits with long, protruding tongues; she had even played with them.
Xie Yan carried her inside, but did not approach the bed. Instead, he placed her on a stool some distance away.
"Give me the things, I'll go."
"Hey."
A white porcelain bottle was shoved into his hand. Xie Yan took the bottle and walked over, but no one noticed his slightly trembling legs.
In the end, he's just a five-year-old child.
Xie Yan also felt very sorry for Yuan'er. Seeing his pale, bloodless face, she felt even worse.
It died when it was so young.
As Xie Yan, suppressing her fear, carefully poured the Spirit Spring Jade Dew into Zhao Yuan's mouth, Long Sisi suddenly stood up.
She rubbed her eyes, looking at the sky in disbelief. Yuan'er's soul had run away.
No, we can't let Yuan'er's soul escape. If his soul escapes, he will never live again.
Long Sisi wiggled her legs and ran over, grabbed the soul's foot, and yelled in a fierce little voice.
"Don't run! Get back here right now!"
The soul trembled, seemingly not expecting anyone to capture it. It turned its face, and Long Sisi was stunned.
Huh? It's him!
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