Feng Dingchu was spitting blood.
He kept spitting!
Even though the blood was already bright red and had nothing to do with poisoning, he just wouldn't stop spitting blood!
"How can this be?" Fulong had never seen someone spit blood so incessantly when they were not in serious danger.
"He doesn't want to live." Chu Qianli's slender fingers gripped the silver needle, tore open Feng Dingchu's clothes, and immediately administered acupuncture to protect his heart and脉.
Fulong personally brought hot water and wiped away the blood Feng Dingchu had spat out.
But his clothes were still stained red.
"It's not safe here, A'Li. We must leave quickly. Ying Sha can find this place easily."
"I know." But she looked down at the man whose lips were still bleeding, her brows furrowed tightly.
Don't be like this! Don't give up on yourself!
No matter what you've been through, as long as you're alive, there's hope.
At least, try to stay alive.
"A'Chu, I'll take you away. Stop spitting blood, or I won't be able to save you either."
When a patient is severely injured, moving them carelessly is a challenge that could lead to a second death.
But they really had no other choice now.
"A'Chu, let's talk about it after we leave, okay?"
Feng Dingchu naturally showed no reaction.
However, although the blood trickling down his lips had not stopped, at least he was no longer spitting blood frantically.
Fulong dared not delay and immediately arranged for a carriage to leave the palace.
Chu Qianli took Feng Dingchu, and the journey was quite smooth, with no one obstructing them.
The Empress Dowager had passed away, and the entire palace was filled with wails.
Meanwhile, Chu Qianli's carriage, carrying Feng Dingchu, traveled further and further away.
The逍遥王府 was also very quiet.
Long Xinghe hid in his chambers, continuing to design weapons as Chu Qianli had instructed, with Jiang Tao guarding her side.
Feng Wuya was in the palace, and Tie Xin naturally followed him.
Tonight, Granny Ni was also absent.
Chu Qianli's carriage stopped at the courtyard where she had been staying for the past two days. Fuling hurried over and, with her help, they helped Feng Dingchu inside.
"Your Majesty, he has been spitting blood."
Fuling, though she didn't know who he was, felt heartbroken seeing such a handsome man spitting blood.
"Go fetch two basins of hot water. Also, the fact that I have an extra person here cannot be leaked."
"Okay." After helping Feng Dingchu lie down on the bed, Fuling immediately went to fetch hot water.
For the rest of the night, Fuling stood guard outside, not allowing anyone to approach.
Chu Qianli, on the other hand, stayed by Feng Dingchu's side, her furrowed brows never relaxing.
Blood kept trickling from the corners of his lips.
He was losing blood continuously, which reduced the toxins in his body, but if he continued like this, it would be slow suicide, and he would die from excessive blood loss.
"How much do you hate yourself?"
Chu Qianli used a warm towel to wipe away the blood trickling from his lips, bit by bit.
"A'Chu, when you're alive, you can't just focus on the grievances you've suffered. You can also look at the vast world outside."
She suddenly understood. The beard and long hair he had kept for over ten years, she had initially thought it was to conceal his identity and prevent people from recognizing him.
Thinking about it now, perhaps he was simply letting go.
Letting go of everything, letting go of everything, letting go of everyone.
He even let go of himself.
That was why Yu Linglong not only stole his medical books but also stabbed him, and he didn't get angry, nor did he hate her.
It was because he himself didn't care about his own life.
This man… truly made one feel so sad.
"What exactly have you been through? If you want to talk, then talk. I will listen quietly, okay?"