Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

Chapter 279

Soon, Zhao Xu's other brothers and sisters arrived. Lady Zhao was still crying, and the heavy atmosphere made it difficult for anyone to speak. Zhao Xu sought out another doctor, but the doctor's advice was the same: if the fever could be reduced, there was hope; if not, there was no hope.

The nightmare that Zhao Xu had been having for a month suddenly came true. He stood outside the house, took a deep breath, his eyes felt cold, and he closed his eyes.

After standing in the cold for a while to calm down, Zhao Xu adjusted his mood and went back to the house. He first asked his mother to stop crying, and asked the servants to help his mother back to her room to rest, and then asked his other brothers and sisters to go back as well.

At noon, when the temperature was at its warmest, the doctor gave Duke Zhao medicine and began acupuncture. Zhao Xu and his wife watched nervously. Under their gaze, Duke Zhao opened his eyes. The doctor continued to give him acupuncture, and his eyesight gradually cleared.

"Yuan Qing..." Lady Zhao smiled with tears on her face.

"Father." Zhao Xu called softly, as if he would tear the scene in front of him apart if he spoke louder.

The doctor instructed, "The patient's energy is limited. He can only speak for a few moments. So, I'll be leaving now."

After the doctor left, Lady Zhao held his hand and looked at him with worry and sadness. Zhao Xu pursed his lips and said, "Father, the doctor said you don't have much time left."

"...I know I may not survive this winter." Duke Zhao said hoarsely.

Zhao Xu almost burst into tears when he heard the frail and haggard voice of Duke Zhao. He choked and said, "Father, let's use the medicine Your Majesty gave us! I don't want you to leave!"

"Yes, Yuanqing, if you leave, what will happen to our big family?" Lady Zhao also advised.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Duke Zhao wanted to say something, but before he could finish his words, he started coughing violently, as if he was going to vomit out his entire lungs.

"Yuan Qing!" Lady Zhao hurriedly supported Duke Zhao and raised her hands to stroke his back.

"Father!" Zhao Xu also nervously moved to the bedside.

Duke Zhao found some strength to push his wife's hand away, then picked up the medicine bowl on the bedside table and threw it at Zhao Xu.

"Clang!"

The bowl did not hit Zhao Xu, but it fell to the ground and broke. Duke Zhao had no strength to aim at his head, and he had to squeeze out the strength to hold the bowl.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Duke Zhao was still coughing.

"Father..." Zhao Xu pursed his lips.

"What are you doing?" Lady Zhao helped the man lie down while crying.

Zhao Guogong stopped coughing violently after lying down. He took a deep breath to steady his breathing, then slowly said, "I would never eat that kind of thing even if I die!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Duke Zhao coughed again because he spoke too harshly.

"Yuan Qing..." Lady Zhao was heartbroken.

Duke Zhao sighed and held his wife's hand. "Don't cry. Now is not the time to cry. Listen to me."

Lady Zhao and Zhao Xu both looked at Duke Zhao.

"Witchcraft cannot be trusted, never! No matter what happens, do not touch the blood potion!" Duke Zhao said with gritted teeth, "This thing can't save people or change lives. Don't try to gain any benefit from it."

"Your Majesty and the Crown Prince have become deeply entangled and unable to extricate themselves. Many ministers in the court have also been bewitched by this ethereal desire for immortality. The entire court has become corrupt."

"The borderlands are now restless, those barbarians eager to trample our land, cut off the heads of our Han people, and drink our blood. We can't let this go on any longer, since Your Majesty and the Crown Prince are no longer useful... Hezhi, when I die, don't hold a grand funeral. Just invite a few relatives and friends, and then you can go to Jiangnan."

By the time he said this, Duke Zhao was already struggling, his breathing coming out like something was blocking it, very stuttering and loud. Zhao Xu's tears were already rolling down his cheeks, but he restrained himself from making a sound.