Mingfan's face, which was bright a second ago, was immediately covered with a layer of gloom.
He said in a very calm but helpless tone: "Our young master was indeed a beggar before, but..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Sheng began to ask anxiously, "What's wrong with him?"
There was a sadness in Mingfan's eyes. Lin Sheng seemed to see the word "bad" in his eyes and almost said it out loud.
Mingfan took off the package on his body and spread it out to see a set of clothes inside. It was light-colored and neither new nor old.
Lin Sheng recognized it immediately. This was the clothes he gave to Han Zhi.
He said with wide eyes: "This is the clothes I put on him that day. It's really him."
Ming Fan handed the clothes to Lin Sheng and said, "Our master waited for a long time yesterday, but when no one showed up, he went back.
He has been wanting to return the suit to you, and he said you had an appointment to meet by the river."
Lin Sheng took the clothes with both hands, his eyes misty, and asked cautiously: "Then why didn't he come today?"
Mingfan's eyes twitched involuntarily, and his expression became even uglier, as if someone in his family had died.
"Young Master can't come. Can you come with me to see him? Our young master is very ill. He fainted when he returned home yesterday. His condition is not optimistic now."
When Lin Sheng heard the news, his heart couldn't help but tighten, and his hands holding the clothes also tightened.
His face was full of worry, and his already bad complexion became even worse. His lips turned slightly pale and his voice began to tremble.
"Take me to see it." Lin Sheng grabbed Mingfan's wristband and pleaded with tears in his eyes.
Mingfan said silently: "Okay."
Lin Mo was also worried about his elder brother going alone, so he offered to go with them, and Ming Fan agreed.
Ming Fan got on the horse and took the reins, about to hand the rope of the other horse to Lin Sheng, but the next second Lin Sheng waved his hand and said, "I can't ride a horse. We have a carriage at home. My brother will come with me. You lead the way and we will follow."
Ming Fan nodded, then loosened the reins of the other horse and let his subordinate take over. At this moment, Lin Mo had already pulled the carriage to the door.
A man on horseback led the way, with a carriage following closely behind. Both parties were galloping on the street at a very fast speed, rushing towards the Han family.
The horses stopped in front of a magnificent building. Lin Sheng and Lin Mo got off the carriage together. When they saw the magnificent and solemn gate, even though Lin Mo had seen a lot of the world, he was still a little surprised.
Lin Sheng's mind was not here at all. He only wanted to see Han Zhi as soon as possible.
Mingfan led them jogging all the way. The servants they met on the road all gave way to them, and soon they arrived at the door of Han Zhi's room.
Ming Fan took a step forward, opened the door for Lin Sheng, and said, "Our young master is lying inside. Come in and take a look."
Lin Sheng's hands and feet began to tremble. He was the first to rush in and came to Han Zhi's bedside. Seeing the person lying quietly on the bed with a pale face, Lin Sheng felt very uncomfortable in his heart, as if there was a blockage there and he couldn't breathe.
His trembling little hands rested gently on his face, and he slowly leaned closer, trying to get a clearer look at the man in front of him.
It was the Han Zhi he knew.
Lin Sheng was a little excited but also a little worried. He turned around and looked at the two people behind him as if asking for help, as if wondering what he should do to wake him up.
Ming Fan quickly turned his head away, leaving Lin Mo alone. Lin Sheng could only look at Lin Mo for help, hoping he could find a solution.
Lin Mo glanced at the person lying on the bed and his brows began to frown, but he still chose to move forward to check.
He placed his hand gently on his pulse, his brows furrowing even deeper. Lin Mo no longer had any special abilities, so he probably couldn't help him.
Thinking of this, Lin Mo also shook his head, which was rare. Lin Sheng's eyes were extremely aggrieved at this moment, and also revealed a stubbornness.
Ming Fan came forward and brought a bowl of medicine, saying, "See if there's any way you can feed it to me. I'm out of ideas."
Lin Sheng calmly took the medicine soup and looked down at Han Zhi lying on the bed. He tried several times but still failed to feed the medicine.
Ming Fan on the side said anxiously: "Master, I have found the person you are looking for for you. Please get up and take a look. Master, he is here, please open your eyes and take a look."
Lin Sheng calmly took a handkerchief and wiped the medicine that flowed from the corner of his mouth, frowning from time to time.
Lin Mo quietly walked to the side and rummaged through the space. Finally, he found a book. He hid aside and read it quickly, and soon found a method.
Lin Mo came back and asked Ming Fan, "Is there a doctor in your house who knows acupuncture?"
Ming Fan's eyes suddenly lit up and he replied, "There's none at home, but I know where there are some. Wait for me, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, Ming Fan almost ran and flew out using his lightness skills. During his absence, Lin Sheng had been taking care of Han Zhi.
Lin Mo looked at the man from the side. He looked to be about the same age as himself, about the same size as his original body. Although he was lying there sickly, he still looked very strong, giving people a feeling of being both elegant and martial.
Lin Mo actually became a little curious, wanting to know what kind of person he was. Was he really as different as his elder brother said?
Not long after, Ming Fan returned with a man, a man over fifty years old, with white hair and beard.
"Sir, please help take a look at my young master." Ming Fan anxiously guided the old man to the bed.
When Lin Sheng saw that he had brought the doctor back, he quickly gave up his seat.
The old man didn't say a word. He just took Han Zhi's pulse and gave him acupuncture. In a short while, he had turned Han Zhi into a hedgehog.
Then he said calmly: "Just wait."
Then he took out some incense sticks, lit them, placed them in front of Han Zhi's nose, and fanned the wisp of white smoke back and forth.
After half an hour, Han Zhi's face, which was originally pale and gray, had regained some vitality, and his thin lips were a little pink and purple.
The old man took back the needle, put it into the medicine box, pulled Mingfan aside, whispered a few words to him, left a prescription and left.
Lin Mo glanced at Ming Fan standing at the door, then turned around and motioned Lin Sheng to go over and ask first.
Lin Sheng wiped his eyes, blinked a few times, and then passed by. Taking advantage of the gap between the two people's conversation, Lin Mo took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured a small red pill from it, and quickly stuffed it into Han Zhi's mouth.
After the old doctor's acupuncture, the muscles in Han Zhi's mouth could finally be pried open, and his body was no longer as stiff as a dead person.
Lin Mo finally had the opportunity to give him a heart-warming pill. He hoped he could get through this.
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