1204 died, Sun Sixing was too sad

Of course Sun Sixing would not faint for no reason. There is only one thing in this world that can make him so sad that he faints, and that is...

News of the death of Sun's father and mother!

When Sun Sixing was practicing in the operating room according to Feng Qingchen's request, he found a wooden box in the room. Sun Sixing looked at the box in confusion, thinking that he had missed lunch again. The servant brought him lunch, but when he opened it, he saw...

A head frozen in ice.

Sun Sixing was startled, but when he saw clearly, he was completely stunned. He fell on the operating table with a thud. It took him a long time to recover, and then he walked out in a daze.

The servants came forward to ask him, but he ignored them. The servants wanted to support him, but he pushed them away and staggered to Feng Qingchen. Then he could no longer hold on and completely collapsed.

His father is dead, his father is dead!

Sun Sixing couldn't bear the blow and fainted.

Feng Qingchen was so angry that he almost went crazy, and asked the guards and secret guards to investigate how the box containing Sun Zhengdao's head was delivered to Sun Sixing.

But after searching for a long time, they found nothing. The guards and secret guards didn't see any suspicious people at all. As for Zuo An and Dou Dou... these two always disappeared when they were needed.

Feng Qingchen was extremely angry, but there was nothing she could do. Sun Zhengdao and his wife suddenly disappeared, and Feng Qingchen vaguely guessed that something might have happened to them.

But as long as he hadn't received the news of their death, he could still have a glimmer of hope. But now there is no hope at all, and that person told Sixing the news of his father's death in the most direct and cruel way.

Feng Qingchen didn't know how to comfort Sun Sixing. Sun Sixing woke up after sleeping for a day and a night. He lay motionless on the bed, refusing to eat, drink or speak.

In just one day, Sun Sixing became a different person. His eye sockets were sunken and his black hair was mixed with a few strands of white hair at his temples. Feng Qingchen felt heartbroken when she saw it.

"Sixing, don't scare the master." Feng Qingchen held Sun Sixing's hand and said with a sob, but Sun Sixing still did not respond.

"Sixing, the dead cannot be resurrected. If Doctor Sun saw you like this, he would definitely feel sad." In just one day, Sixing tortured himself to the point where he was no longer recognizable, which really made Feng Qingchen heartbroken.

Why is this child so lovable?

If she could find out who did it, she would cut the person into pieces to vent her anger on Sixing.

"Miss, Young Master Sun hasn't eaten for a day and a night. The kitchen has stewed chicken soup. Feed some to Young Master Sun and you can drink some too." Tong Jue walked in with two bowls of chicken soup and placed them on the small table next to Feng Qingchen.

The fragrant chicken soup can easily arouse people's appetite, but Feng Qingchen didn't want to drink it at all: "Feed Master Sun first."

Feng Qingchen stood up and walked to the window, thinking about what to do to help Sixing get over the pain of losing his father.

"Miss, Young Master Sun refused to drink and it all spilled out." Tong Jue had tried every way to force-feed him, but Sun Sixing refused to cooperate at all.

Feng Qingchen walked over and looked at Sun Sixing who had no popularity at all. He felt heartbroken and angry. He said angrily: "Pinch his jaw and pour it in."

"Yes, Miss." Tong Jue received Feng Qingchen's order, helped Sun Sixing up, pinched Sun Sixing's jaw, picked up the bowl and poured it into Sun Sixing's mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Sun Sixing still refused to cooperate. He coughed out all the chicken soup that he had finally managed to drink, making Feng Qingchen so angry that he almost hit someone.

"Si Xing, what do you want? How long are you going to torture yourself? If you want to die in this way, then I tell you, don't even think about it. It's just hanging with nutrient solution.

, I will also keep you alive." Feng Qingchen said loudly, feeling anxious and angry.

If this continues, Sixing's body will not be able to bear it. Why is this child so worrying? It really... makes me don't know what to do.

"Miss..." Tong Jue was so scared when he saw Feng Qingchen lose her temper that he dared not move.

Feng Qingchen took a deep breath, sniffed, and said, "Help Master Sun clean up, and bring in two more bowls. Fill them for me until he drinks them all."

"Yes." Tong Jue quickly asked the servant to come in and change Sun Sixing into clean clothes and sheets. During this process, Sun Sixing remained like a puppet, motionless.

The tears in Feng Qingchen's eyes finally couldn't be stopped and fell one by one.

If this continues, Sixing will really die. What should she do? What should she do to help Sixing get out of his grief?

Si Xing closed himself off. He could not see their worries at all. He lived in his own world, immersed in sorrow.

Feng Qingchen knew how important Sun Zhengdao was to Sixing, but he didn't expect that Sixing would shut himself up after receiving the news of Sun Zhengdao's death.

As if it weren't raining, just when Feng Qingchen didn't know what to do, Tong Yao ran in: "Miss, hurry up, someone from the palace came and said that the little prince suddenly foamed at the mouth, and asked you to enter the palace immediately."

The child, who was less than half a year old, was foaming at the mouth. This illness was extremely serious. Feng Qingchen had to put away his sadness and cheer up to prepare to enter the palace.

"Take good care of Young Master Sixing. Before I come back, someone must stay by his side. If anything happens to Young Master Sixing, I will make sure you are all buried with him." These murderous words made everyone feel very scared and they all responded in unison.

Feng Qingchen wiped his face casually, went back to his room to change his clothes, picked up his medicine box and hurried into the palace with the messenger.

The little prince's condition was indeed very urgent. The carriage sped along the way and all checkpoints were handled with special care. The coachman only showed a token and the carriage was able to enter the palace unimpeded. Feng Qingchen was amazed that it was so easy to enter the palace.

I don't know how Noble Consort Xie begged the Emperor, but the carriage actually drove all the way into Zhaoyan Palace. As soon as the carriage stopped, the head maid of Zhaoyan Palace ran out: "Miss Feng, you are here, the little prince, the little prince..." The maid burst into tears.

Feng Qingchen didn't have time to waste time with the palace maid. He shook off her hand and rushed into Zhaoyan Palace. This rush almost scared Feng Qingchen.

The emperor and the queen were actually sitting there.

Although Feng Qingchen was anxious, she did not dare to be too presumptuous. She quickly stopped and saluted the emperor and the queen. As soon as she knelt, the emperor interrupted her impatiently: "Okay, why are you still talking about empty formalities at this time? Go and see how the eighth prince is doing."

Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment.

Since when did the emperor start to pay so much attention to the little prince that he actually addressed him according to his seniority?

Although she was puzzled, Feng Qingchen did not dare to ask any more questions. She obediently carried the medicine box and walked in. As soon as she stepped into the inner room, Imperial Noble Consort Xie rushed over and knelt at Feng Qingchen's feet with a thud: "Qingchen, please, please save my son."

Noble Consort Xie was not as dignified as usual. She looked like a madman, with her pearl hairpins in disarray and tear marks all over her face. She was on the verge of collapse.

"Don't be anxious, let me take a look first." Feng Qingchen looked solemn. It seemed that the little prince was definitely in trouble.

Inside the room, seven or eight imperial doctors were surrounding the little prince. The little prince didn't even cry at this time. The imperial doctors were so anxious that they were sweating profusely. When they saw Feng Qingchen coming, they acted as if they had seen a savior and quickly made way for Feng Qingchen.

But at this moment, the doctor closest to the little prince suddenly shouted: "It's not good, it's not good, little prince..."