Thick curtains block out the warm morning sun.
The room was dark.
Only a beam of light spilled out of the gap and spread on the bed.
Yun Suqing tilted her head slightly, and the blood on the corner of her lips soaked half of the pillow.
The blood was dazzling, and his face was as pale as paper.
Shaped like a withered body.
"Mother!" Zhong Lingyu collapsed and shouted, kneeling beside the bed and touching Yun Suqing's face, "Mother, what's wrong with you? Open your eyes and look at me, mother!"
Her hands were shaking uncontrollably. Zhong Lingyu touched the blood on her hands. She cried loudly: "Sister-in-law Chen, something happened to my mother. Come here quickly!"
Mrs. Chen opened the door and saw the scene in front of her. Her legs went weak and she immediately fell to the ground.
Zhong Lingyu's breathing rate was messed up.
She rolled around and fell in front of Mrs. Chen, saying in a trembling voice: "Take good care of my mother. I'll go find a doctor. Nothing can happen to my mother. She must not..."
She got up and stumbled out without even having time to change her shoes.
Unable to get a rickshaw, Zhong Lingyu ran to the street on foot.
One slipper fell off, so she simply held up her skirt and ran barefoot on the gravel-strewn street.
Everyone thought she was crazy and avoided her.
Zhong Lingyu ignored the stinging pain in the soles of her feet and ran while crying.
She didn't run far when a man in a long gown suddenly stopped her from the car window, "Miss, do you need help?"
After a pause, Zhong Lingyu turned pale and said anxiously: "Sir, my mother suddenly vomited blood. I want to find a doctor to treat her. Please take me to the Chinese medicine shop on the street."
"Get in the car."
"thanks, thanks!"
Zhong Lingyu burst into tears of gratitude.
There was a car, and soon they arrived at the Chinese medicine shop. Zhong Lingyu stumbled out of the car and looked for the old Chinese medicine doctor, Mr. Guo, but couldn't find him.
"Where's the shopkeeper here?" She scratched the counter, eyes red with anxiety.
"Our shopkeeper has gone out to see a doctor. I remember you are Miss Zhong. My master has been taking care of your mother's illness."
This person was a bit unfamiliar, but his mother was in danger, so Zhong Lingyu didn't have time to think about it, "Yes, is there a way to contact Mr. Guo as soon as possible."
"Mr. Guo will definitely not be back for a while. But I am his apprentice. I have seen your mother's pulse, so why don't I come with you?"
Mr. Guo cannot come back.
He looked for other Chinese medicine doctors, but they didn't understand his mother's condition. Zhong Lingyu hurriedly stopped him and said, "Then I'll trouble you, little master."
They got into the man's car and returned home.
Zhong Lingyu hurriedly thanked the man in the long gown and went straight in with the young master.
The little master felt the pulse again and applied acupuncture.
Yun Suqing's condition gradually improved and her breathing became stable.
Zhong Lingyu grabbed her mother's hand and slumped to the ground. She stared at Yun Suqing's unconscious face and asked: "Little master, I asked Mr. Guo last time. Mr. Guo said that if you take his medicine according to his medicine, you will be fine soon." After that, my mother’s illness will be cured, but why would my mother vomit blood?”
The young master sighed, "The medicine prescribed by Mr. Guo is indeed fine, but my wife's body bones suddenly became weak and she couldn't resist the effects of the medicine for a while, so she vomited blood."
"Then what should I do?" Zhong Lingyu said with a panicked face, "I'd like to ask you, young master, to think of a way to save my mother."
"For now, there is only one medicine that can save your mother."
"What is it?"
The little master said: "Warm-blooded grass."
Zhong Lingyu couldn't breathe well, "Do you have it in your shop? I'll buy it, no matter how much it costs."
"This kind of herb is expensive but not marketable. You must go to the Ruyan Mountain to the east of Yuncheng to find it. But the warm-blooded grass grows on the edge of the cliff, which is very dangerous."
No matter how dangerous it is, Zhong Lingyu will still go looking for it.
She bit her lip and pulled Mrs. Chen over, "I'll look for her, and I'll leave you to take care of my mother."
"Okay, Miss." Mrs. Chen's voice was trembling, and her hands trembled.
After settling down at home, Zhong Lingyu didn't waste a moment, packed her bags and was ready to set off.
Thinking that there wasn't much traffic at the front entrance, she left through the back door, found a rickshaw, and hurried on.
The road was bumpy and the rickshaw was slow. Zhong Lingyu set off in the morning and arrived in the evening.
There was heavy fog in the mountains, and the chirping of birds echoed through the sky, which was a bit desolate.
Zhong Lingyu's feet were covered in blood. He endured the pain and climbed up step by step.
Fortunately, the mountain is not too steep.
As the sun set, Zhong Lingyu finally climbed to the top of the mountain.
But...
The top of the mountain is bare, not even a single weed can be seen, not to mention the blood-returning grass described by the young master.
Zhong Lingyu's heart sank inch by inch.
She lay on the ground and continued searching unwillingly.
At this moment, a sudden gunshot suddenly broke the silence.
Zhong Lingyu turned her head suddenly and saw a man in black behind her, holding a sword-raising posture and falling to the ground in a daze.
There was a bloody hole in the forehead of the man in black, and dark red blood spurted out.
Zhong Lingyu's pupils narrowed slightly, and her eyes gradually shifted from the man in black to the figure in the distance.
"Jiang Zongrui?"
She murmured when she saw who was coming.
Jiang Zongrui, with his hair like a chicken coop, approached, "In a place like this, do you want to be killed or commit suicide?"
Zhong Lingyu had not yet recovered from the shock, "Why are you here?"
"I saw you in the morning. I happened to be bored, so I followed you. I didn't expect you to come so far away."
After saying that, Jiang Zongrui put away the gun and kicked the dead man in black, "He just came around behind you and wanted to push you off the cliff."
Zhong Lingyu was stunned and said nothing.
What exactly is going on?
She came to the mountains to find herbs, so why was she assassinated?
Raising his hand to pull off the black cloth from the man's face, Zhong Lingyu's hands trembled.
Isn't this person the little master who treated her mother during the day?
His chest rose and fell violently, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.
Zhong Lingyu's mind was so messed up that it was difficult to sort it out.
Jiang Zongrui asked her: "What did you do in a place like this? Are you being hunted down? Who have you offended?"
"I'm looking for warm-blooded grass... I don't know why this is happening?" Zhong Lingyu was completely confused. She rubbed her hair and almost went crazy.
My mother suddenly became ill, and Mr. Guo was not there at the critical moment.
And the little master who claimed to be Mr. Guo's apprentice came to treat her mother and asked her to come to the mountains to find warm-blooded grass. He then followed her to the mountains and wanted to push her off the cliff.
Zhong Lingyu collapsed on the ground at a loss.
Jiang Zongrui frowned, "I've never heard of such a herbal medicine as Yanshan. Furthermore, warm-blooded grass seems to be a made-up name. I've read several medical books, but I've never seen any herbal medicine with this name. .”
Something flashed through Zhong Lingyu's mind, and she hurriedly got up, "No, I have to go home quickly."
Jiang Zongrui rarely caused trouble, "My car is down there, let's go back together."
Zhong Lingyu followed him down the mountain, dragging blood from his feet.
Just halfway up the mountain, Zhong Lingyu grabbed Jiang Zongrui and hid behind a raised hill.
Just as Jiang Zongrui was about to complain, Zhong Lingyu covered his mouth and whispered: "Someone is coming."
