Mrs. Chen held the third girl and cried. Lady Wu, such a wonderful person, and poor San Lang, had just found his mother, and now she's gone.
At this moment, she realized that in this foreign land, they were like ants, easily crushed at any moment.
Escape! We must escape!
Mrs. Chen cried for a while, then wiped her tears and said to Lin Qiao, who was weeping on the ground, "Go to the front, when the coffin comes, we'll help with the arrangements."
Lin Qiao got up from the ground, still crying.
Mrs. Chen took the third girl and went to the front yard.
Soon, Granny Tian brought in a doctor carrying a medicine chest.
Mrs. Chen followed him into the room, watching anxiously as the doctor took Gu Yuheng's pulse.
The doctor's fingers rested on Gu Yuheng's wrist, and he kept shaking his head. Both Mrs. Chen and Hui Xiang were extremely anxious. Mrs. Chen hurriedly asked, "Is his injury serious?"
The doctor continued to shake his head and said, "Hard to say, hard to say."
