The Talented Doctor

"She was sick when I was a child, and I took care of her for two days and two nights in undressed clothes... But in the end, only one sentence came in exchange for-I am a mad shrew, my life is worthless. Feixue... She was born in October when I was conceived. My daughter! How could she treat me like that!"

Nalan Feixue squinted coldly, as if Nalan Yurong's cold and merciless words came back to the door that day.

Nalan Yurong...huh! Nalan Yurong! You really are more unfeeling and unrighteous than me, a person who has entered the devil's way!

Mrs. Nalan was crying, while grabbing her chest. Suddenly, her whole body convulsed, and a lot of blood began to overflow from the corner of her mouth.

"Mother! How are you?" Nalan Feixue hurriedly supported Madam Nalan and shouted nervously, "I'll find a doctor for you! Mother, hold on!"

"No need...cough cough..." Mrs. Nalan coughed up blood, while tightly tugging Nalan Feixue's sleeve, she uttered with difficulty, "These days, I just take a breath and want to see you. , I want to confirm that my Feixue is still alive, now...cough cough, now my mother sees that you don't have to suffer anymore, my mother is already very happy!"

"Mother..." Nalan Feixue flushed her eyes and hugged Mrs. Nalan tightly.

At this moment, she realized how thin her mother was, and there was only a layer of skin and bones left.

"Mother, don't die." Tears slid down the corners of your eyes, "Mother, I'm the only relative left, please don't leave me!"

Mrs. Nalan shook her head, tears dangling, "Feixue, mother is afraid... I'm afraid I can't hold it... Nalan Hexi, you... don't go to her for revenge, she... she really The whole Nalan Mansion was very vulnerable in front of her, mother didn’t want you to be in danger...heh...and, in the end, she...she let her mother go, and gave her the antidote, Feixue, You promised your mother, don’t go to Nalan Hexi for revenge anymore, if you are wronged... When is it..."

Nalan Feixue wiped the corners of her eyes and said in a choked voice, "Okay, mother, I promise you. Since Nalan Hexi finally saved her, what about I let her go!"

Mrs. Nalan showed a gratified smile on her face. She stretched out her hand, trying to touch her daughter's face, and murmured, "Feixue, you have to live well... Don't fall into the devil's way... Don't get revenge... Mother I hope you will be happy...you will be a good person in your next life...so mother, I hope you can be a...good...person in your next life..."

Before he finished speaking, the hand that had just touched Nalan Feixue's face dropped weakly.

He closed his eyes lightly, and there was a smile of hope at the corner of his mouth, as if he was asleep.

Nalan Feixue held Madame Nalan's gradually cold body tightly, and slowly closed her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

Two days later, Nalan Feixue buried Madam Nalan, and then knelt in front of Madam Nalan's grave in a straight posture.

A slender black round wooden barrel was placed beside her, and Zhu Chongba's face full of despair, pain and pleading appeared on the top of the barrel.

He grew his mouth and kept trying to make ahhhhhh, but his tongue and throat had been ruined.

And his fat body has now been chopped off his hands and feet, some skin and flesh have been cut off, and he has been stuffed into this black round wooden barrel forcibly.

Because of the nourishment of spiritual power, even if he suffers such an injury, he can't die, and can only endure the torture that life is better than death day after day.