Chapter 103 Hero's Tears

Feng Zuwen went forward to check on Chen Jiming.

Feng Tianxing also saw a number on his forehead: six.

That means he can live for six days.

Chen Jiming is only 24 years old. Although he calls Feng Zuwen uncle, he is actually a friend.

His martial arts skills are not inferior to Feng Zuwen.

The two have competed many times, and Feng Zuwen admires him for having mastered such martial arts at such a young age.

But now he is lying on the bed half dead, and Feng Zuwen is very sad.

Feng Zuwen carried Feng Tianxing out and stood under a tree in the yard.

He put the child down and squatted down to look at him at eye level.

"My dear, your uncle Chen is my best friend and mentor. I feel bad to see him losing his beloved son. I have a son and a daughter. If anything happens to one of you, I will live in this world worse than death."

Feng Zuwen's eyes turned red as if he felt the same way.

"If I knew you were replaced, I would definitely search the whole world to find you. Can you understand me?"

Feng Tianxing felt warm in her heart when she heard Feng Zuwen's heartfelt words.

"Can you save him?" Feng Zuwen looked at Feng Tianxing pleadingly.

He knew that if he took out the medicine, something would be exposed.

Feng Tianxing nodded.

Then he took Feng Zuwen's hand and wrote: He only has six days to live.

Feng Zuwen was startled when he saw these words.

[Don't worry, Daddy. As long as Xiao Hei is here, no one in this mortal world can hurt me. But I am so touched and warm inside that Daddy protects me so

much.] Hearing the lady's voice again, he felt relieved.

Chen Zhizhong, who followed Feng Zuwen out and stood at the door, looked at the father and daughter talking strangely. He

only heard some words vaguely, but not all.

Turning his head, he saw Yun Ranqing who was also standing at the door.

"Your Highness the Ming King." Chen Zhizhong didn't expect that the fourth prince would also come to his house.

"General Chen, I'm here to see Major General Chen too." Yun Ranqing said this and went into the room.

Feng Zuwen stood up and turned around when he heard the voice: "Brother Chen, take me to your study, I have something to tell you."

Feng Zuwen took Feng Tianxing's hand and followed him to Chen Zhizhong's study.

"Brother Chen, Jiming..., he can live for another six days." Feng Zuwen said this with difficulty.

"What did you say?" Chen Zhizhong stood up in shock.

Feng Zuwen nodded.

"How did you know?" Chen Zhizhong asked, suppressing his pain.

"How I know, I won't tell you for now, but what I want to say is that I can cure him. But please don't make it public in the Chen family, and let Jiming continue to pretend to be sick."

"Why?" Chen Zhizhong looked at Feng Zuwen in disbelief.

"Because it's my daughter who can cure him, I don't want my daughter to be famous at such a young age. Otherwise, it will cause unnecessary trouble." Feng Zuwen still told the truth.

Since the daughter said that Xiao Hei could protect her, and he also practiced high-level martial arts, and the secret guards trained at home are now very powerful, he has also become a lot braver.

Chen Zhizhong then looked at the baby in Feng Zuwen's arms, his eyes widened.

How is this possible?

"Let's go, let's go and give Jiming medicine now." Feng Zuwen stood up, holding Feng Tianxing and went out first, while Chen Zhizhong followed behind in a trance.

They came to Chen Jiming's bed again.

Chen Zhizhong sent away all the irrelevant people, leaving only the second son and his wife.

Feng Zuwen took out the healing pill that Feng Tianxing had given him a few days ago.

He personally fed it into Chen Jiming's mouth. He also helped him to smooth it out so that it could enter his stomach.

As soon as the pill that melted in the mouth entered his stomach, its effect began to take effect.

Everyone watched his face change.

A quarter of an hour passed, two quarters of an hour passed, and three quarters of an hour passed.

Chen Jiming didn't react at all, but his complexion was a little better.

Feng Zuwen looked at the girl.

He took the medicine that time and he got better quickly, but why didn't he react this time after taking it for so long?

"Girl?" Feng Zuwen shouted.

Feng Tianxing stepped forward and wrote a few words on his palm: Wait a little longer.

[Dad, don't worry. This medicine is just a primary pill. The effect is not that fast. Besides, Brother Chen is seriously injured and needs more time to recover.]

Time passed little by little. About an hour later, Chen Jiming's eyelids moved.

His left hand also moved.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he shouted, "Kill, kill them all. No one is allowed to retreat."

But his voice was hoarse.

"Jiming, Jiming, are you awake?" Xu Xinyu rushed forward and shouted excitedly.

Chen Jiming saw the roof at this time. Why did it look so familiar? He turned his head again and said, "Mom?"

"Dad? Second brother?" Chen Jiming was a little confused.

Then he also remembered what happened on the battlefield, and the man shed heroic tears.

"Dad, I didn't defend Wuyang City, nor did I defend Qiyang City. I am a sinner."

Chen Zhizhong stepped forward and held his only remaining left hand: "Dad has submitted a letter of apology, and the emperor did not blame me. This time Loulan came too fiercely, and no one could resist it. Fortunately, Prince Lu arrived in time, otherwise you would have lost your life in Qiyang City."

Chen Zhizhong also shed heroic tears.

The father and son talked to each other for a while before suppressing their grief and hatred.

"Okay, it's all over now. With Prince Lu at the border, we don't have to worry about it. You should take good care of yourself." Chen Zhizhong looked at his eldest son who had lost a hand, and it goes without saying that he was sad.

Chen Jiming stood up out of habit, but when he tried to lean on the edge of the bed with his right hand, he saw that his right arm was missing.

He raised it in front of his eyes and stared at it in a daze.

"Son, it's gone, but you still have your left hand. We are still alive. Both father and I were saved by your uncle Feng. Come, thank your uncle Feng." Chen Zhizhong knew from his son's expression that he couldn't accept it, so he interrupted his thoughts.

Chen Jiming then turned to look at Feng Zuwen who was still standing beside the bed.

"Uncle Feng, thank you. Dad, I'm not disappointed. I can still use my left hand to hold a knife and kill the enemy."

[Well, not bad, he didn't give up, he's a good man.] Feng Tianxing looked at Chen Jiming with stars in her eyes. Such a person is a true hero.

Feng Zuwen picked up Feng Tianxing and said, "Brother Chen, it's getting late. I'll leave first. Come to my house on the 28th of this month and we'll have a few drinks. That day is my daughter's birthday."

He completely forgot about Feng Yuanjie, who also had a birthday.

"I'll definitely come. I'll bring my whole family with me." Chen Zhizhong immediately expressed his opinion. Then he looked at Feng Tianxing.

This child is the savior of their family. Although he didn't know what was going on, Feng Zuwen's words must be true.

Yun Ranqing came out and said, "Master, let me hold Sister Feng and use her as a weight to practice."

Hearing the voice full of desire and seeing that Feng Tianxing didn't show any sign of rejection, Feng Zuwen reluctantly gave her to him.

These Tianwu are not in vain. Now, holding Feng Tianxing, he can walk as fast as his master.

When he got home, Chen Shiming came forward to report that there were guests at home and they were waiting for him in the study.

The prince was accompanying him.

"Who?"