Chapter 1827

Chapter 1827

The old monk was so thin that he was almost naked. He looked completely different from what he looked like ten years ago.

He endured the pain in his heart.

Sit next to him and gently take his hand.

He was so thin that all that was left of his arms was a layer of wrinkled skin covering the bones.

Fingertips pressed against wrist.

Li Qingchen felt the old monk's pulse carefully.

This is the sign of the oil running out and the lamp drying up.

If it had been earlier, even three months, he would have been able to nourish this weak pulse again.

Li Qingchen's guilt exploded in an instant.

Xinyue is right, why doesn't he come if he doesn't let him see her?

Remember https://m in one second.

It's long overdue!

If only earlier...

"Yuan Wu, how are you? Master..." the great monk asked quickly.

Li Qingchen said nothing.

Get out your own acupuncture tools.

"What are you going to do?"

"Let Master wake up first."

Yuan Wu hesitated for a moment, but did not stop him.

After a while.

The old monk made a faint coughing sound.

"Master!"

The great monk rushed over and shouted with a cry.

"What's wrong?" The old monk's voice was hoarse.

"Master, you have been sleeping for a long time, and I can't wake you up no matter how I scream!" the great monk choked with sobs.

The old monk was a bit heavy-skinned.

He looked behind the great monk.

The handsome and tall young man stood there, looking at him sadly.

The old monk was in a daze for a moment.

"Yuan Wu?"

"Master!"

Li Qingchen knelt down directly.

"When did you come?" The old monk's eyes turned red and he was silent for a moment before asking.

"I'll be here at noon." Li Qingchen replied.

"Master, I'm going to get you something to eat." Seeing that the master didn't have much reaction, the great monk wanted to leave some room for them to talk. After saying this, he wiped his tears and went out.

"Come to me." The old monk's eyesight was not very good.

It's too far away to see clearly.

Li Qingchen stood up and knelt down by the old monk's window.

The old monk raised his hand, and his thin hand, trembling slightly, gently touched Li Qingchen's cheek.

"Yuan Wu." The old monk spoke softly, and muddy tears rolled down his face. "Master asked you, did you get what you wanted?"

Li Qingchen choked and nodded.

The old monk let out a long sigh, as if he was relieved.

"That's good."

"That's good."

He sighed twice in succession.

Li Qingchen burst into tears: "But I failed Master."

In the memory of the old monk.

Yuan Wu has never cried like this.

He looked gentle since he was a child, but he was extremely stubborn at heart.

"Fate is your own." The old monk paused, "I heard from young monk Kongkong that the female donor is very good."

Li Qingchen nodded, and then said: "Master, the elders in my family are all in China, and they are all in Northern Jiangsu now. I will have someone pick them up tomorrow..."

The old monk waved his hand.

"Your medical skills are so good. You took Master's pulse. You should know that Master's end is approaching."

Li Qingchen suddenly felt that his heart was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

"No more fuss."

The old monk waved his hand again.

"No more fuss..."

Then it was repeated again.