Chapter 298 Xiao Yeming Falls into a Coma
In a daze, she felt that fate was playing tricks on her.
She never imagined that, in this second life, her fate would be so deeply intertwined with that of a man she had no connection with in her previous life, and she never expected that she would give her whole heart to him.
As dawn broke, a faint, bluish-gray light shone through the window paper.
The candle burned out, leaving only a wisp of smoke.
Lu Zhaoruo's eyes did not close all night.
She stayed by the bedside without leaving for a moment, her fingertips lightly touching Xiao Yeming's forehead countless times, anxiously testing his temperature, fearing that the deadly high fever would strike.
Every time his breathing became slightly rapid, her heart would clench.
Fortunately, when it got light, his forehead was still ice-cold and he did not have a fever.
Lu Zhaoruo was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but seeing the person on the bed still unconscious and pale, her heart sank again.
Extreme exhaustion and intense worry intertwined, almost overwhelming her.
The shadow of Ah Bao's uncertain fate lingered in my mind.
The door was gently pushed open, and the imperial physicians walked in one after another, their faces showing signs of exhaustion from not having slept all night.
After carefully examining the pulse and wounds, Imperial Physician Yang's tense expression finally eased slightly. He said to Lu Zhaoruo, whose eyes were bloodshot, "Madam Lu, thankfully, the general did not have a fever. Although his pulse was weak, it was becoming stable. He has survived the most dangerous moment. However, he has lost too much blood and his vital energy has been severely depleted. He will need to rest and be observed to see when he wakes up."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaoruo felt as if all the strength she had been holding on had been instantly drained away. She swayed and barely managed to steady herself by holding onto the bedpost.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the sob in her throat.
She knew she had to leave—for Abao's sake.
After thanking the imperial physicians sincerely, she pushed open the door and went out.
Madam Xiao and Old Madam Xiao immediately came forward, their eyes bloodshot, clearly indicating that they had not slept all night.
Upon hearing that her son was out of danger, Madam Xiao's legs went weak, and she was supported by Granny Zhang and Hua Yue. Tears streamed down her face, but they were tears of relief.
Madam Xiao clutched her prayer beads tightly, repeatedly saying, "May Buddha protect us..."
Lu Zhaoruo bowed gracefully to Madam Xiao and Old Madam Xiao, her voice hoarse and weary: "Old Madam, Madam, now that Ye Ming has temporarily escaped danger, I have been worried all night. I need to return to the manor immediately to deal with some urgent matters. I will come to visit you later."
As soon as she finished speaking, Madam He pressed a handkerchief to the corner of her eye, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone around to hear clearly: "Oh, really... Ye Ming hasn't even opened his eyes yet, lying there unconscious, and Madam Lu is already leaving? Is the matter outside more important, or is the person inside who risked half his life for you more important?"
Wang Miaoyin timidly tugged at her mother's sleeve, sobbing softly, "Sister Lu...you're so cruel. My brother did all this because of you..."
Lu Zhaoruo's face turned pale. She was speechless and did not want to get entangled with them any longer. She just wanted to get away as soon as possible.
Just then, Wang Wu strode forward, his face grave, and whispered, "Madam Lu..."
He paused, then began with difficulty, "Yesterday, the General and I encountered Abao at the gate of the Grand Duke's residence. Its injuries were too severe, and the General immediately ordered me to take it for treatment. On the way, we happened to meet Young Master Meng. Young Master Meng is kind-hearted; upon seeing the situation, he immediately said that there was an old gentleman at the Duke of Di's residence who was extremely skilled in treating rare birds and animals, and he immediately took Abao there. However…"
Wang Wu's voice choked in his throat, almost unable to continue: "But A Bao's condition... is too, too bad... I'm afraid..."
"Ah Bao!"
With a "boom," Lu Zhaoruo felt her mind go blank, as if the whole world was collapsing and shattering in an instant.
The string that had been stretched to its limit all night snapped.
She turned around abruptly, disregarding all etiquette and decorum, and stumbled and rushed out of the mansion in a daze!
Madam He pulled Old Madam Xiao aside and said, "Aunt, look! Ye Ming is still lying inside unconscious. Is she really going to leave already? Does she feel even a little bit of heartache?"
Old Madam Xiao slowly raised her eyes, her gaze as sharp as ice blades fixed on Lu Zhaoruo's staggering back. She gripped the Buddhist prayer beads tightly in her hand and said coldly, "Lu Zhaoruo, if you step out of this door today, from now on, you will never be able to step into the Xiao family mansion again."
Lu Zhaoruo's steps suddenly stopped, her back stiffening for a moment.
She didn't turn back, nor did she hesitate for a moment. She just bit her lower lip until it turned white, and then, with all her might, she stumbled and ran out of the mansion into the hazy morning light without looking back.
As Madam Xiao watched her resolute figure disappear behind the screen wall, the last trace of warmth in her eyes was extinguished, leaving only disappointment and disgust.
The biting morning wind swept across Lu Zhaoruo's cheeks like a knife, but she felt no coldness at all.
All that could be seen before my eyes was the horrific sight of Po's tiny paws covered in hideous needle marks, large patches of fur torn open by boiling water, and a scene of utter devastation. These images flashed and magnified repeatedly.
The wet, red, swollen, and festering fur seemed to still be steaming with scalding heat, burning her eyes and heart.
Even so, Abao still managed a reassuring smile and spoke in a weak voice, "Mother... don't cry... Abao is alright... it's just... Abao was foolish... I've caused trouble for Mother again... I've dragged Mother into this..."
"Thump."
The toxins in her body, combined with the extreme exhaustion from not sleeping all night, caused her legs to give way, and she fell heavily onto the cold bluestone slab.
A piercing pain shot through her knees, but she seemed oblivious to it. With trembling hands, she gripped the ground tightly, struggled to her feet, and continued running towards the Duke of Di's mansion.
Just as I turned the corner of the alley, I saw Dong Rou walking unsteadily towards me.
Dong Rou's face was as pale as paper, her eyes were swollen like peaches, and her once gentle face was now covered with tears, her lips trembling uncontrollably.
Upon seeing Lu Zhaoruo, her tears welled up even more fiercely, but she bit her lower lip tightly to keep from crying out loud, choking back sobs as she could barely utter a complete sentence: "Wife...you're finally...it's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright, you scared Dongrou to death..."
Where is Abao?
Lu Zhaoruo interrupted her directly.
Dong Rou trembled all over. She dared not look at Lu Zhaoruo, much less answer.
Lu Zhaoruo asked anxiously, "Dongrou, tell me quickly, where is Abao? Is it...?"
She forced a smile: "Is it alright?"
Dong Rou lowered her head deeply and squeezed out a few words: "At home... in the basket... Meng Langjun... brought it back..."
Before she finished speaking, Lu Zhaoruo used all her remaining strength to stagger back to the Lu residence with unwavering determination.
Watching her staggering figure, Dongrou finally couldn't hold on any longer, leaned softly against the wall, and burst into tears.
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