Chapter 2: The Marquis is seriously injured

This child is at least 60% similar to me. The round little face, although thin, can also see my shadow, the shape of the double almond eyes is really carved out of the same mold as me.

There is also a bit of shadow of my husband, especially the little chin.

Is this really my child! ?

Song Shuqing couldn't help but hold Feng Tianxing in her arms and kissed her face again and again.

"Child, will you be my daughter?" Song Shuqing has already determined that this is definitely her child.

There is no need for any evidence, just looking at the face can confirm it.

Although she doesn't know what's going on, there must be some kind of relationship, so she can hear the child's voice.

And this child must have something special that she doesn't know.

Feng Tianxing nodded vigorously.

Looking at Song Shuqing with shining eyes.

[I am my mother's child, and what is loved is what is loved. My foster mother only knows how to beat me.]

Feng Tianxing also slapped Song Shuqing's face hard, and then grinned.

Song Shuqing almost cried when she heard Feng Tianxing say that her foster mother beat her.

She carried Feng Tianxing out of the bathroom.

"Madam, Madam, it's bad, it's bad, something happened to the Marquis." Butler Chen Shiming rushed into the inner courtyard without paying attention to etiquette.

"What? What happened?" Song Shuqing's hand holding Feng Tianxing suddenly tightened, and she almost couldn't stand still.

"The Marquis's servant came back to report that the Marquis was injured on a mission, and it was very serious." Chen Shiming said anxiously with red eyes.

"What?" Song Shuqing was so frightened that she fell to the ground. The two big maids immediately supported her.

"Where is the Marquis now?" Song Shuqing calmed down and spoke.

"He's on his way back." Chen Shiming reported quickly.

"Call the servant in, I want to ask in person." Song Shuqing ordered.

The servant was already waiting at the second gate.

"Madam, an important tribute was stolen from the palace some time ago. It was found that it was a big thief who stole it. The Marquis was ordered to catch him, but he didn't expect that the big thief was so skilled that he injured the Marquis." The servant cried while reporting.

After listening, Song Shuqing shook his body twice again.

Feng Tianxing in Song Shuqing's arms also listened carefully.

Thinking back, what she saw when her soul floated over the Flame Country for twenty years was a bit long time ago, and she didn't remember it clearly. Only when the matter came to her and she was reminded did she remember that it was like this.

"The Marquis is back, the Marquis is back!" A voice came from outside the door.

Several soldiers were carrying a bier, on which lay a bloody man.

It was Wu'an Marquis Feng Zuwen.

His face was pale, his brows were knitted, but he was still conscious. His clothes had been torn in several places and stained with blood, and the most fatal thing was that a dagger was deeply inserted into his chest.

Following behind him was the imperial physician, and Feng Zuwu, Feng Zuwen's stepmother's younger brother.

"Sister-in-law. As soon as I heard that my elder brother was injured, I immediately invited Imperial Physician Hong to come." As soon as Feng Zuwu saw Song Shuqing, he stepped forward and said.

As soon as he heard the news in the government office, he immediately invited Imperial Physician Hong, who was often invited by the Zhengguogong Mansion.

"Hurry, hurry and carry him to the bedroom." At this time, there was no need to talk about any rules. The soldiers carefully carried the person into the bedroom where the couple usually slept, and helped to move the person to the bed.

Song Shuqing handed Feng Tianxing to Cuixiang and walked to the bed.

"Husband, husband, how are you? Don't scare me?" Song Shuqing's tears rolled down uncontrollably.

"Madam, don't be afraid." Feng Zuwen squeezed out four words with difficulty.

"Imperial Physician, hurry, hurry and treat my eldest brother." Feng Zuwu urged anxiously.

Imperial Physician Hong stepped forward and cleaned and applied medicine to all the wounds on Feng Zuwen's body, leaving only the dagger stuck in his chest.

Then he took his pulse.

At this time, Feng Zuwen had already fainted.

"Second uncle, what's wrong with my father?" Feng Yuanhao asked in a trembling voice.

Feng Yuanhao and Feng Yuanhan, two brothers, also came after hearing the news.

"Yuanhao, your father was injured by thieves." Feng Zuwu looked at the two brothers with a sad face.

"Doctor, how is it?" Song Shuqing asked anxiously after seeing Doctor Hong taking the pulse.

"Madam, I am incompetent and dare not pull out the dagger in the Marquis' chest because it is right at the heart. If I forcibly pull it out, the bleeding will not stop, and the consequences..." Doctor Hong's words meant very clearly that once it was pulled out, the person would be close to death.

But it was impossible not to pull it out.

In other words, it would be death anyway. If it was pulled out

, he would die faster, and if it was not pulled out, he would have to hold on for a few more days.

Doctor Hong was letting the master make his own choice.

Feng Tianxing stood in the corner, watching everything.

[Dad didn't die from the injury in the previous life, how come it's so serious when I come back? Could it be that my reincarnation changed his fate?] Feng Tianxing was a little confused.

She did see a number appear on Feng Zuwen's forehead: five.

That means Feng Zuwen has five days to live.

She has a special ability that allows her to see a number between the eyebrows of people who will die within half a month, and the number means the number of days they will die. After

hearing the words of the imperial physician, Feng Tianxing's inner voice also reached Song Shuqing's ears.

She couldn't bear it anymore, her body shook twice, and she fainted.

"Mom!" The two brothers shouted at the same time.

They had just heard a child's voice, very ethereal. Before they had time to think about where it came from, they saw their mother fainted.

Doctor Hong had no choice but to start another round of treatment.

Song Shuqing slowly woke up and burst into tears.

"Husband! Wuwu...Husband." She lay on the bedside of Feng Zuwen, crying her heart out.

The two brothers also cried hard.

What should they do?

Feng Yuanhao beat his legs hard, and Feng Yuanhan couldn't suppress the itching in his throat and coughed violently.

"Ah Qing, what happened?" Ruan Ruoying, who had just returned from the temple with her second daughter-in-law and daughter, heard the servant's report as soon as she returned to the mansion, and rushed into the room in a hurry.

She was Feng Zuwen's stepmother and Feng Zuwu's biological mother, and she was only 41 years old this year.

"Mother, my eldest brother is seriously injured. Doctor Hong said that he was powerless and dared not draw his knife." Feng Zuwu also answered with tears in his eyes.

Song Shuqing was already crying and couldn't stop.

"What?" Ruan Ruoying was also shocked.

"Housekeeper, please ask Doctor Zhang from Kangyuan Hall to come and take a look." Feng Yuanhao stopped crying and shouted.

Doctor Zhang was a famous surgeon among the people.

"I'll go right away." Chen Shiming trotted out.

When Doctor Zhang, who was over 50 years old, was dragged in, it was already half an hour later.

Doctor Zhang came forward to feel the pulse and check the wound, and his conclusion was similar.

"Old Madam, Madam Hou, if the bleeding can be stopped, there is still a glimmer of hope. It depends on the life of the Marquis." Doctor Zhang gave a heavy conclusion.

"Doctor Zhang, what is the chance of survival?" Song Shuqing asked this question with great difficulty.

"10%."

"What? Only 10%?" Song Shuqing couldn't accept it and almost fainted again.