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Chapter 1838 The Phoenix Clan: The Book of Death(2/2)

The maid heard the voice, responded softly, turned around, and trotted out.

Soon, she returned to the side room with a wooden basin in her arms.

Mrs. Wang took the wooden basin and came to Little Cherry.

Little Cherry pointed to the bedside and said, "Sit down and catch the blood vomited out by City Lord Wang later."

"well."

Mrs. Wang sat down cautiously.

Little Cherry looked at Feng Jiu'er for a while, then stretched out her hand and landed on a silver needle on Wang Yutang's head.

She twisted the silver needle slightly, and Wang Yutang began to cough lightly.

Soon, he coughed heavily and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Then, he coughed and took another breath.

Once, twice, three times... Mrs. Wang's whole body was shaking. She couldn't do anything except hold the basin tightly.

"alright."

Feng Jiuer took back the zhenqi that fell on Wang Yutang and supported him.

"Take the needles and take a bath."

"Um."

Xiaoying skillfully retrieved the money from Wang Yutang.

Mrs. Wang stood up and made room.

She looked at the face as pale as paper on the bed, her dry eyes, and she didn't know when they were filled with tears again.

"Mom, I'm coming."

The eldest son went over and took the wooden basin from her hand.

Mrs. Wang remained motionless, her eyes still reluctant to move away from Wang Yutang.

With the help of Jian Yi and the housekeeper, Wang Yutang was put into the tub behind the screen a quarter of an hour later.
Chapter completed!
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