Wanbao Lady

Chapter 390 Death of Du Zhongjing

The moonlight swayed, an owl stood on a branch, and the cooing sound from its throat carried in the night wind.

Du's residence.

In a bedroom, it should be the middle of the night when one wakes up from a dream, but the room is brightly lit by candles, emitting an orange-yellow light.

A group of men and women gathered around the bed, weeping and groaning, their shadows stretched long by the candlelight.

On the hospital bed, there lay an old man with wrinkled skin, gray hair and a pale face. His eyes were tightly closed and he uttered a difficult "ho ho" sound.

It seemed like an old broken bellows, which made a creaking sound when used, as if it was about to fall apart.

This was the scene that Chongfan and Hanqu saw when they arrived.

However, since the two were not ordinary people, no one in the room could spot them.

Seeing the old man in front of him clearly, the little guy immediately covered his mouth and said, "He... isn't he the old doctor from back then?"

Back then, it was this old man who carried her broken body up the mountain, so that she could be reborn.

But now, looking at the scene before him, the usually happy and carefree little guy became abnormally silent.

Although she is a sharp weapon, countless demons and monsters have died at her hands. She is already accustomed to life and death.

However, facing this old friend, who was now lying straight on the bed with his eyes closed and breathing faintly, she felt as if a weight had been weighed down on her. Her heart felt heavy and she felt indescribably uncomfortable.

"Master, is he going to die..."

The little man spoke in a low voice.

Hearing this, Chongfan nodded slightly.

"His life is as short as a candle. He will die in a quarter of an hour at most. After all, he is an old friend, so I came to see him for the last time."

A trace of sadness flashed across the little man's eyes, but he saw his master looking at the bed and called softly:

"Du Zhongjing."

next second.

"Uh--"

The old man took a deep breath and let out a long "huh" sound from his throat, as if a sewer that had been clogged for years was suddenly unblocked, and he began to breathe again.

His eyes slowly opened, and light gradually began to gather in them.

When he saw the figure of a woman in front of him, emitting a soft halo and wearing a mountain and river goddess skirt, and the illusory little man in blue clothes beside the woman, he was so surprised that his eyes widened slightly.

Someone under the bed discovered this scene and immediately shouted in surprise: "Great-grandfather is awake! Look!"

At this moment, several generations of people in the room quickly raised their heads and gathered around the bed, some were happy, some were sad.

Those who are happy are all ignorant children or young people.

They stretched their necks happily to look at the old man, and clearly saw that his face had become a little redder, not as gray as before.

But many adults in the room continued to cry.

"Dad, Mom, my great-grandfather has clearly woken up, why are you still crying?"

A child of five or six years old looked at his parents, puzzled.

Hearing this, the mother grabbed the child into her arms and cried silently.

Seeing the old man on the bed moving his lips twice as if he wanted to say something, Du Cheng, who was also of an old age, shed tears and immediately bent over to listen.

But I heard the old man say intermittently:

"Mother...mother..."

He was startled for a moment, turned his head and looked around, but saw nothing.

The sadness in my heart was somewhat diluted by my father's words, and I was confused and uncertain.

Was it because my father was dying and he was not conscious, or...

At this moment, the old woman on the bed stared at the direction of the bedside without blinking, a smile slowly appeared on her face, and she said stutteringly: "Mother... Mother... You came... to see me..."

This time, not only Du Cheng heard it, but also the young and old people surrounding the bed heard it and cried out in surprise.

I looked in the direction my ancestor was looking, but I couldn't see anything.

I couldn't help feeling confused.

Du Cheng's expression changed several times. He took the lead and pulled his wife to retreat respectfully to the bed. He knelt down and bowed respectfully in the direction his old father was looking at, "Welcome, Madam!"

No matter what, it is better to believe it exists than not to believe it. Just worship it.

Seeing this, everyone in the room also reacted one by one, retreated behind Du Cheng and his wife, knelt down and said in unison: "Welcome, Her Majesty!"

Except for the old ancestor lying on the hospital bed, the two oldest people in the family have also paid their respects. How can they, as his children, not pay their respects?

The candle flame flickered, and everyone's shadows flickered with it.

Just when everyone was worried, they saw the smile on their ancestor's face widen a little, and his eyes moved slightly to the left, as if looking at the side of the "Empress".

"You came to see me too... That's great..."

Who?

Besides the Empress, who else is here?

Everyone was thinking frantically in their minds and swallowing secretly.

The night wind was blowing, and the sound of an owl hooted outside the window. It was a cold winter day, and the room was a bit chilly before, but now it was not cold at all!

Some people were sensitive enough to notice this and were extremely surprised.

There was silence in the room for two breaths, but the old man on the bed continued to speak intermittently: "I... these years... wrote a... medical manuscript... recording... some of my experiences. I hope you... will read it..."

Then he stretched out a dry hand from under the quilt, pointing in one direction with an anxious look in his eyes, "Quick...quick..."

Seeing this, Du Cheng stood up without saying a word and walked in the direction the old man pointed.

After a while, he brought back a thick stack of manuscripts.

"Dad, I brought you your manuscript."

Du Cheng placed the manuscript in the old man's hand, but because he was worried that the old man didn't have the strength to hold it steadily, he supported it with one hand.

After a while, the old man's cloudy eyes curved into a thin slit like a child who had been praised, and he laughed, "With your words... I feel... relieved..."

After a moment, the old man smiled and slowly closed his eyes, and his hand holding the manuscript dropped down suddenly.

No more breathing.

"father!!!"

Everyone immediately bowed their heads and burst into tears.

On a winter night, in the Du family's house, the sound of weeping rose and fell for a long time.

-

The next year, a medical book called "Qing Nang Xin Yao" suddenly circulated in the market of Guangning Prefecture. It not only recorded the treatments for various difficult and complicated diseases, but also improved some prescriptions so that the medicinal materials on it could be afforded by ordinary people, and also included various disease prevention methods.

This is a masterpiece.

Major medical clinics spread the word and rushed to buy the product.

Along with this medical book, there is also a strange story, which adds a bit of mystery to the book.

For a while, people were talking about it with great relish.