The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 434: The Wulin Leader’s Fiancée (5)

As Ling Moqing's words of disavowal came out of his mouth, He Ruochu suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing on his heart, extremely heavy.

This unspeakable pain made her bend down involuntarily and cover her chest tightly. Her breathing became more and more rapid and she was about to suffocate.

Beitang Jing, who was originally a little unhappy because of what he had just said, couldn't help but feel a little pity when he saw He Ruochu in such pain.

Although he could choose to ignore He Ruochu, he couldn't bear to watch her get into trouble in front of him.

So, he quickly stretched out his arm to support the shaky He Ruochu, and turned to Su Xiangran and said, "Miss Su, although she said those words, after all, human life is at stake..."

After hearing what Beitang Jing said, Su Xiangran knew very well that there was no need to continue provoking He Ruochu.

So he nodded, indicating his agreement to let Beitang Jing help He Ruochu sit aside first.

Following Su Xiangran's instructions, Beitang Jing carefully helped He Ruochu to a chair nearby and then returned to his mother Murong Fengyu.

Su Xiangran walked lightly to He Ruochu's side, and when she was about to take He Ruochu's pulse, she was surprised to see a handkerchief covering He Ruochu's wrist.

"Don't touch it directly, just in case." Ling Moqing's tone was extremely serious.

Seeing this, Su Xiangran couldn't help but think to herself: It's outrageous that his mother opened the door in an outrageous way, it's outrageous to the extreme!

She had only heard of 'diagnosing the pulse with a hanging thread' and 'diagnosing the pulse with a covering hand' to protect the patient's reputation and chastity, but she hadn't expected there to be such a procedure?

Which doctor needs to be protected like this? This is not an infectious disease, do they still need gloves and masks?

Faced with this incredible scene, Su Xiangran was at a loss whether to laugh or cry for a moment.

He Ruochu, who was already extremely angry, was about to faint after hearing this. However, as the pain came from her fingers, her thoughts became clearer.

"You like your sworn brother, right?" Su Xiangran's voice rang in He Ruchu's ears, with unspeakable malice in her tone, "What a pity! The person he likes is me!

With your androgynous appearance, which normal man would be interested in you? "

Su Xiangran spoke in a low voice close to He Ruochu's ear. Theoretically, no one else could hear it, but there were also unexpected events.

For example, Ling Moqing, who was very close and had profound internal strength, did not show it on his face, but from his slightly red ears one could tell that he probably heard something.

As soon as Su Xiangran finished speaking, she quickly moved to the side.

Beitang Jing thought something had happened and hurried forward.

The time difference between going back and forth just happened to coincide with the time when He Ruochu spurted out blood after being deliberately provoked by Su Xiangran.

By the way, Beitang Jing and He Ruochu are quite compatible, otherwise why would he be there every time she vomited blood? But this time, there might be no one who can stop it for him.

I saw a large mouthful of scarlet, glaring blood rushing towards him like an arrow, instantly dyeing his head and cheeks red!

However, this is just the beginning.

Perhaps it was because there was too much blood clots accumulated in He Ruochu's body, or perhaps it was because she had a narrow mind.

After the first mouthful of blood spurted out, a stream of dark red blood gushed out of her mouth continuously.

The color of the blood became darker and darker, and was accompanied by a slightly disgusting fishy smell.

Faced with such a sudden change, Beitang Jing was completely stunned and stood there like a sculpture, motionless.

As a result, the subsequent blood spurted out all fell on him without any suspense.

Fortunately, the blood did not spray concentratedly on his face, but evenly covered his entire body.

From a distance, it looked as if he was wearing a bloody coat, which was very strange.

"Master." Nanny Wu recovered first, "Quick, quick, quick, hurry up and prepare things to bathe and change clothes."

When had her young master ever suffered such a torture? Nanny Wu's eyes were full of heartache. She even forgot where she was and directly ordered the servants of the Su Mansion to come.

Fei Tao wanted to retort to her, but seeing Su Xiangran shaking her head at her, she could only swallow her temper and ask someone to prepare things.

Murong Fengyu was better than Nanny Wu: "What are you doing, Nanny Wu? This is the Su family, not Yunjian Villa. Speak in a nicer tone."

"But..." Nanny Wu was about to say something, but was interrupted by Murong Fengyu, "Isn't it just a little blood? And she is his sworn sister, so what's the big deal?

It is common for people in the martial arts world to lick blood from the edge of a knife. Jing'er is just stained with blood now, and he is not injured. Why are you making a fuss? "

She was the one who said that, but Murong Fengyu must have also disliked her son, because not only did she not step forward to check the situation, she also took two steps back without leaving a trace.

The general meaning of that look seems to be: This son is dirty. Although he can still be used after washing, it feels better to throw him away because he looks a little dirty.