Chapter 292

Before stepping through the door, I heard Mother Wen's low cry mixed with Father Wen's helpless sighs.

Seeing Chu Yunyao approaching, she seemed to have found the backbone, begging Chu Yunyao to save her daughter.

Wen Tingyun comforted the two old people.

Chu Yunyao felt her pulse and looked at her complexion, but she didn't expect Nanyan's situation to be much more serious than she imagined.

Nanyan's body was hot, her eyes were closed tightly, she looked terminally ill, and even her breathing became much weaker.

The already thin body became frighteningly thinner. It looked like a cluster of weak candles in the wind and rain, which might be extinguished at any time.

Seeing Chu Yunyao's solemn face, Wen Tingyun didn't make a sound for a long time, realized the seriousness of the illness, coaxed Nan's father and Nan's mother out of the bedroom, closed the door tightly, and asked in a low voice: "Yunyao, is Nanyan still alive? "

Chu Yunyao shook her head.

Wen Tingyun's body trembled suddenly, "Is there no hope?"

Chu Yunyao knew Wen Tingyun's intentions, and her eyes were full of unbearable, "It is said that heart disease needs heart medicine, she looks like this, it is clear that lovesickness has become a disease, and the bell must be tied.

If the person in Nanyan's heart appeared in front of her at this moment to stimulate her, there might still be a glimmer of hope. "

Chu Yunyao spread her hands: "But she refuses to tell me the name of that person, and I don't know his height or appearance. Even if I want to pretend to be that person, I don't know how to act like that."

Chu Yunyao sighed, grinding her fine white glutinous rice teeth, and said in a ruthless tone, "If Nanyan's fragrance disappears, even if I find the ends of the earth, I will find that bastard and let him be buried with him.

Even if he is dead, I still have to dig three feet to dig out his body, smash his bones and ashes, and bury him with Nan Yan.

Since you have given Nanyan a promise, you should be responsible for the promise he made..."

Wen Tingyun: "..."

Wen Tingyun was terrified when he heard it, and said helplessly, "Yunyao, quickly change into men's clothes and sit here and talk to her, maybe she will get better."

Now that it was at the critical moment of life and death, Wen Tingyun couldn't care less, so he could only take a chance and gamble.

Chu Yunyao blinked: "Is it useful?"

Wen Tingyun nodded firmly: "It works, try it."

Chu Yunyao didn't object, and ran back to the bedroom to change clothes.

Nanyan rejected her uncle, because she definitely didn't want to listen to his uncle's persuasion.

Maybe Nan Yan would listen to Yun Che's persuasion? After all, Yun Che rescued her from the land of fireworks.

Chu Yunyao decided to treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chu Yunyao stabbed Nan Yan's acupuncture points with the silver needles that had been roasted by fire, forcing Nan Yan to wake up.

Wen Tingyun stared at Yun Che with extremely obscure eyes, stepped back and stood at a distance.

Nan Yan finally came to her senses, her moist eyes were half closed, and when she saw the man sitting in front of her, her eyes widened suddenly, and the thin face seemed to be filled with vitality in an instant, becoming vivid.

"Young Master Yun, you're here." Nan Yan moved and found that Yun Che's fingers were held in his palm.

It seemed that the longing and anticipation had not been in vain. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, but there was a long-lost bright smile on her face.

Chu Yunyao was heartbroken watching, and wiped the tears off her face with a handkerchief, "What a fool, how could you not cherish yourself so much, torture yourself like this?"

Nanyan's withered lips moved, her breath was weak: "It's good that you are fine, I dreamed last night that you were shot and covered in blood..."