Mrs. Zhao did not dare to delay and quickly carried Xiaoshun to the hospital.
She cried with snot and tears. Her eldest son died, and her younger son had a high fever and fell into a coma. Mrs. Zhao felt like the sky was falling and she sat paralyzed in the hospital.
The old doctor checked Zhao Xiaoshun's pulse with a solemn expression.
The deep mountain in the easternmost part of Ningzhou City.
This place is different from other developed scenic mountains. The entire east side is designated as a nature reserve. Private vehicles are not allowed to enter within a hundred miles from the urban-rural fringe.
This mountain is composed of thousands of meters of mountains stretching north of the Yangtze River. It is located at the junction of three provinces. Because of the winding mountains, rich natural vegetation and diverse species, in addition to many precious plants, there are also wild animals.
"She is still alive, but with the Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus brought back by the County princess, mother and child will definitely be fine."
At this time, Hua Zhu had mixed feelings when talking about Murong Yun. The already weak relationship between brother and sister had disappeared because of his distrust.
It was not easy to call Murong Yun by her name or sister, so he had to address her respectfully as before.
Mrs. Zhao walked around the streets and chatted with her neighbors for a while before returning to the inn.
As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw Zhao Da lying unconscious on the ground with blood on his head.
"My son... my son!" Mrs. Zhao walked over with trembling legs and tried to wake up Zhao Da, but Zhao Da had no breath and his face was pale. He kept his eyes wide open until he died, as if full of grievances.
From Changle Hall to the Imperial Palace, if you use your full strength, it will take one hour to go back and forth.
But Murong Yun hasn't brought the Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus back yet, maybe she doesn't want to save her eldest sister-in-law at all.
Is this just her excuse?
Zhao Da's eyes rolled twice, his heart full of calculations.
Jiang Mengyue's pretty face was full of disgust, and she shouted coldly, "If you don't hurry up and get things done, why did you call me here? Do you think I have a good temper and will tolerate you again and again?"
"No, no, of course not..." Zhao Da lowered his posture and smiled flatteringly.
The anger in Jiang Mengyue's heart gradually increased.
She knew that the Zhao family was in trouble, which could be seen from Zhao's actions, but she didn't expect that they would be so unable to hold up the wall.
He didn't even do what she told him to do, and he got into trouble.
