"Dad, I don't want to drink those useless bitter medicines anymore. Please let me die peacefully in my last moments!"

General Zheng was stunned and speechless.

Soon, Du Zongquan, who learned that Zheng Yuannai was already in his last moments of life, trotted to Zheng Yuannai's yard under the guidance of his servants.

Without even bothering to wipe the sweat off his head, he hurriedly took out the small porcelain vase that he had treasured in his arms and wrapped it in layer upon layer, fearing that it would be broken.

While dismantling it, he said:

"Sir, this is the elixir I begged from a master. It can cure all diseases in an instant. Even if someone is seriously ill, it can save a life. Quickly give it to the young master!"

This therapeutic effect sounds a bit exaggerated.

But General Zheng couldn't bear to see his son die. Even in the last moments, he wanted to make one more effort and took the porcelain bottle:

"Yuan Nao, try it now!"

Zheng Yuannai, who was originally as stagnant as a pool of water, suddenly became extremely irritable:

"What a lie! I told you I don't want to drink bitter medicine anymore. Let me die in peace, okay?"

By the end of his shouting, he had exhausted all his strength and could only collapse in the wheelchair, gasping for breath.

During the years of his illness, he had seen all kinds of scammers and heard all kinds of lies.

Now that you are about to die, why should you let the liar control you and drink the bitter medicine he hates?

Du Zongquan was very anxious.

He spent so much money and traveled day and night to Yangzhou, so how could he fail at the last moment?

The young master of the Zheng family is at the end of his rope, and we must not delay any further, otherwise all our efforts will be wasted.

Gritting his teeth, he said boldly:

"Master Zheng, if you believe me, this medicine is not bitter. Moreover, it will definitely work!"

"If that doesn't work, just tear the villain's head off and kick it like a ball!"

Seeing how confident he was, General Zheng felt more expectant.

Du Zongquan was not some unknown person, nor was he a fool. He would never dare to use those swindlers' things to trick the father and son at this time.

He looked at Zheng Yuannai and prayed:

"Yuan Nai, just think of it as a plea from your father, please try again."

Zheng Yuan frowned and looked at him for a while, looking dejected and weak:

"Bring it here."

After drinking the so-called elixir in one gulp, I found that it was not bitter at all. In addition to the refreshing fragrance, it also had a sweet aftertaste like mountain spring water.

He hadn't had any hope.

He knew very well that he was experiencing a last gasp of life. At this point, was there any medicine that could save him from the hands of the King of Hell?

However, not long after, he seemed to feel a warmth gradually flowing from his abdomen to the surrounding area.

Gradually, the pain and stuffiness in the lungs, chest, etc. that I had been feeling since I became seriously ill were alleviated a lot under the warmth.

At this moment, he was like a flower that had been lacking water for a long time.

Suddenly the roots found a clear spring, and the dry stems, branches and leaves were quickly moistened and became somewhat relaxed.

The feeling can only be described as a long drought followed by a downpour of rain.

Nourished by that warmth, he felt more comfortable and relaxed than ever since he became seriously ill.

This kind of relaxation is completely different from the sudden relaxation you feel when you wake up in the morning. This feeling is much more real.

getting easier.

He even felt that if he continued this trend, he would be able to return to his healthy state in one go.

He closed his eyes comfortably.

General Zheng, who had been paying attention to him, suddenly felt a pain in his heart and cried out in grief:

"Yuan Nao!"

Zheng Yuannai was interrupted and opened his eyes with some displeasure:

"Dad, what are you doing?"

The voice he spoke in was obviously much stronger than before, which sounded as if he would die at any moment.

General Zheng's face was frozen with grief, and he looked a little embarrassed.

His son... doesn't seem to be dead.

Zheng Yuannai closed his eyes again, trying to indulge in the state just now again.

However, just when he thought he was getting better, the warmth was like water in an hourglass, being absorbed by something visibly, and then disappeared.

Zheng Yuannai was very anxious and opened his eyes to look at Du Zongquan:

"Do you have any more of that elixir? Give me another bottle!"

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this anxious look was completely different from the previous lifeless state as if he was hanging on to his last breath.

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