In the event of this incident, Luo Xuan didn't have time to eat, so he quickly asked the coachman to lead the way and rushed to the inner courtyard.

The more he walked in, the more servants and maids there were on the road, the heavier Luo Xuan's heart became.

When he walked to Zeng He's door, a doctor with a medicine box came out from inside. The doctor shook his head and sighed while walking. Luo Xuan's heart tightened even more and stepped forward to ask Zeng He's condition with concern.

"I am incompetent and unable to cure Mr. Zeng. Although I have prescribed a prescription, I can only relieve it. Some things need to be prepared." The doctor opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, and finally changed his mouth shape, bowed his hand and left in a hurry with his head down.

Luo Xuan couldn't hear the doctor's implication? Zeng He's condition was so serious that he was preparing for funeral?

I thought that I was still talking and laughing with him yesterday, talking about everything, talking about the past and present, Zeng He, who was close friends and friends, was about to die, and I couldn't help but feel sad and could not help myself.

Another doctor was invited over. Although Luo Xuan's heart felt a little hope again, soon the doctor came out of the room, looking the same as the previous doctor, shook his head and sighed, stepped forward to ask, and the answer was exactly the same.

"I am incompetent, I can only do my best. Please prepare early."

The doctor invited one after another, but it didn't take long to go in. When he came out, he looked almost the same. Luo Xuan became more and more desperate, but every time he saw the doctor in, he was always lucky. When he stopped another doctor again, the other party stroked his long white beard and shook it, "Young Master Zeng has already exhausted his oil and has no medicine. According to Lao Chen's diagnosis, Young Master Zeng will wake up from his coma later, but it is a reflection of the light. You must be mentally prepared."

After saying that, he sighed and left with the boy carrying the medicine box.

Although Luo Xuan had been mentally prepared for a long time, when he heard such a diagnosis, he still made his eyes dark and his head swelled up.

Luo Xuan was no longer waiting outside. After passing through the maid who was taking medicine in and out to get medicine, Luo Xuan walked into the inner room and saw Zeng He who was lying on the bed with a pale face, less intake of air, and more intake of air, and seemed to be dying at any time.

Luo Xuan thought of the little things with Zeng He, and couldn't help but feel sad. She sighed softly, "That talent is actually... so jealous of talent."

At this time, Zeng He had indeed opened his eyes slowly as the doctor had expected, his breathing seemed normal, his face no longer as pale as before, his eyes became bright and bright, and his light of wisdom was shining.

Zeng He gently raised his right hand and saw Zeng He awakening. All the maids were quiet and no longer as panicked as before. Seeing this action, they bowed and waited for orders.

"I know my identity. I have no medical treatment for medicine. Now I am just returning to Zhao. You don't have to do anything. I don't want to waste my last little time on useless medicine. You all leave, Brother Luo stays."

The maids were helpless and bowed, leaving in an orderly manner, leaving only Luo Xuan.

Listening to Zeng He saying these words, Luo Xuan felt sour in her heart, her eyes flowed unconsciously, she quickly walked to the bed, held Zeng He's hand tightly and said, "Brother Zeng, you must not give up hope. Maybe a miracle has happened. It was because of this miracle that you have traveled thousands of miles to support your seriously ill body. Did you come here? Brother Zeng, you will definitely get better."

Zeng He smiled and shook his head, trying to sit up, but it was only halfway through, so he struggled. Luo Xuan quickly took out the quilt on the couch next to him, placed it behind Zeng He, and helped him sit up.

"Brother Luo is here. Today, Japan wants to entertain Brother Luo well. Unexpectedly, if you encounter such a thing, it will make Brother Luo work hard."

Luo Xuan shook her head and wanted to say something, but she felt something blocked in her throat. She opened her mouth several times but didn't say a word.

Zeng He shook his head with a smile on his face, and then said, "Brother Luo, don't be sad for me. You don't know my condition. It's just a few months. It's just a few days earlier and a few days later. Don't be too sad."

Compared to Luo Xuan, Zeng He is very open-minded in the face of life and death.

Shortly after he was born, he was diagnosed. No matter how well he was in maintenance, he would not live to twenty. He was nineteen years old this year, and his health had reached its limit.

This kind of torment of knowing the date of one's own death and getting closer to the date of death day by day, when the real death comes, Zeng He feels relaxed.

"Actually, before I came, I knew that I would die outside this trip. My family originally did not agree to me. However, in order to take a look at Zhulin Academy at the end of my life, I could die without regrets, and finally my family compromised... Brother Luo, I arrived and saw it. I had already died without regrets. What's more, I met Brother Luo before I entered the city. Before I died, I had a soulmate to accompany me."

After Zeng He said this, he couldn't help feeling a sense of chest tightness, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and he felt his body getting heavier and his mind getting dizzy.

Zeng He knew that he had not had much time left, so he used all his last strength to hold Luo Xuan's hand tightly, and his tone couldn't help but speed up a little: "Brother Luo, you don't have to worry about my funeral, my family has already arranged...Brother Luo, you don't have to be sad about my death, life is short, there will always be such a day...Brother Luo, my last regret is that I did not enter Zhulin Academy, did not become a scholar, and did not do anything. Brother Luo, can I fulfill this wish for me, okay?"

Luo Xuan held Zeng He's hand tightly, as if she wanted to pass his strength to Zeng He.

"I know, I will definitely become a scribe, I will definitely make a difference, I will definitely..."

Zeng He felt his body lighter and more spirit heavier, as if he was floating in the water, and his mouth was not as clear as before. He whispered softly with a vague voice that had more breathing and less breathing, "Brother Luo, I, believe, you..."

Luo Xuan felt that the power of Zeng He holding his hand suddenly weakened. He was shocked and looked up at Zeng He. Seeing Zeng He's pale and blue face, he slowly closed his eyes. He couldn't help but hold Zeng He's hand with both hands and shouted: "Brother Zeng, Brother Zeng, don't sleep, don't sleep..."

Luo Xuan knew that Zeng He would sleep forever after sleeping, and there would be no Zeng He in this world again.

Thinking of this, I could no longer control myself, and I couldn't help but feel sad and burst into tears.

At this moment, a dragon roar suddenly came from his ears, and a voice came: "For the heavens, we have built up the civilized Taoism. Li's talent meets the standards. You don't have to travel thousands of miles to study at Zhulin Academy. Everyone can awaken their talents by themselves."

Then, Luo Xuan felt a shock in her mind, and a warm stream was born out of thin air in her heart, flowing continuously along her meridians. Luo Xuan's body was lighter, as if all the fatigue she had traveled was gone.

"This is talent? I am now a literati? Wait, I can do it, then, with Brother Zeng's talent..."

Luo He quickly looked at Zeng He. Sure enough, seeing the white light lingering on Zeng He's body, his face gradually became rosy, and his previous death aura was no longer there.

"Pale and eyes, Brother Zeng is saved!"

A miracle finally happened!

At the last moment, Zeng He became a literary talent, changing against the will of heaven and regaining vitality.
Chapter completed!