Chapter 317: Chapter 222
General Mansion.
After being rescued from the water by his subordinates, Lu Ziyuan lay on the bed, his cheeks burning, cold sweat layering his forehead, eyes tightly closed, unconscious.
Ming Fengming Jian and several deputy generals paced back and forth, so anxious that smoke seemed to rise from their feet.
Seeing the doctor stand up, they all stepped forward, "How is it?"
These were military generals with countless lives in their hands, and their urgency made them appear intimidating.
The old doctor, never having encountered such a scene, took two hurried steps back with his medicine box, and then said tremblingly, "The General has a heart disease, this time it’s due to excessive grief, fear and pain attacking the heart, causing the old illness to relapse."
"Heart disease!" The crowd was incredulous, "Our Prince is strong and healthy, when did he have heart disease!"
Being closer than the others, Ming Fengming Jian thought of the times their Prince coughed up blood, their faces turning grim.
The indomitable master, like a deity, actually has heart disease.
Isn’t this illness one that only the sickly Duke Pei Mansion suffers from!
Mingjian stepped forward and asked, "Can this heart disease be cured? Does our General face grave danger? When will he wake up?"
"There’s no cure for heart disease, it requires careful nurturing, emotions must not be too intense. As for when he will wake up," the old doctor paused and said, "logically, he should have woken up by now."
The implication was that Lu Ziyuan himself did not want to wake up.
Perhaps he was exhausted, or perhaps he was afraid.
The reality is too cruel, he is afraid to wake up and face it, he’s developed a desire to escape.
Mingjian’s throat choked, thinking of the difficulties their master faced in the past two years, he nearly shed tears.
The invincible war god, who could casually seize the world, yet continually suffered setbacks in matters of love.
After finally seeing a glimmer of hope, the beloved agreed to marry, the wedding was being planned, his entire life was set to be complete, yet she ran away.
She ran away, and yet even with that she was forced to death by thoughtless people.
Now, Miss Xie took her own life, leaving their master with nowhere to turn!
Mingjian was filled with hatred and anger, yet didn’t know whom to hate, or whom to be angry at.
The sky above the General Mansion grew darker with each passing day of Lu Ziyuan’s unconsciousness.
Within the mansion, from the deputy generals with military power to the sweeping servants, their expressions were solemn and cold.
The originally set return to the capital after the New Year had to be temporarily shelved.
For three consecutive days, Lu Ziyuan still had not woken up, seemingly as if...he had decided to never wake again.
Ming Feng entered with a bowl of medicine, intending to feed it to his master as usual, but the hand holding the spoon suddenly trembled, his pupils, usually calm even in life-or-death crises, involuntarily widened.
Mingjian, noticing this, followed his gaze, his complexion also changing dramatically.
...Even in a coma, the man on the bed maintained a cold and severe demeanor, his jawline exuding an unapproachable determination. Yet somehow, the hair at his temples, once as black as ink, had turned gray.
His master was only twenty years old!
Ming Feng breathed heavily, as if unable to endure any longer, threw the medicine bowl to the ground, and shouted at the unconscious man on the bed, "Wake up!"
He shouted loudly, "Don’t you want to conquer the world, ascend to the throne! If Jin Country learns that you’re unconscious, they will surely return, and the Southern Barbarians are not peaceful either. Military Governors everywhere are restless, ready to rebel at any time. Lying here now, are you giving up your grand ambitions, and the Emperor’s throne as well? Are you willing to let go of all these years of efforts!"
