Hallucination? Nightmare?

Everything just now was so real!

Especially the sharp and violent pain, it cannot be imagined out of thin air.

"Is this ancient jade with water drops..."

He Yiming was chilling, and there was only one thought left in his mind, which was to throw away this evil thing quickly, but his hands seemed to be out of control, his five fingers were stiff and unable to open, but instead trembled violently.

As he struggled, his fingers tightened more and more. His slender nails were pinched into the flesh deeply, and he actually pinched the skin. A trace of blood oozed out, dyeing the ancient jade red.

Suddenly, the ancient jade dripping burst out like a night pearl, and then the ancient jade disappeared like snow melted.

"Young Master, what I called just now..."

Lin Yuanchang heard He Yiming's voice and quickly lifted the curtain and leaned into his head.

He Yiming raised his head with difficulty, but he felt the sky spinning, the shadows stacked, the eyes turned black, and his body fell down.

"Young Master! Youth!"

...

In the antique room, on a large, soft bed.

He Yiming woke up leisurely.

The first feeling is a split headache, dry lips, and bitter mouth.

My body is sticky and full of sweat.

This is a symptom of a high fever.

After a while, his pupils were successfully focused and he could finally see some pictures clearly.

The body was covered with a quilt embroidered with a picture of flowers.

In front of the bed, two maids dressed in maids were kneeling obediently.

One was carrying a silver basin, and there was smooth water in the basin;

The other one was holding a silver plate, and there were brocaded braised in square shapes on it.

"Minger, is your head still getting hot?"

Suddenly, the young woman in luxurious clothes came into her sight, with a charming appearance, and a natural charm between her eyebrows.

The young woman touched He Yiming's forehead with the back of her hand, and shouted "It's so hot". Then she picked up the brocade handkerchief and threw it into the silver plate to soak it, took it out and twisted it, and put it on He Yiming's forehead.

The cool brocade chew made He Yiming's confused head finally have a hint of clarity, and gradually figured out the status quo.

It was approaching dawn and it was still dark, and he was in his room.

The young woman in front of her was named Qin Sizhu, who was the concubine of the head of the family He Yiru, the second wife of the He family.

But he is not He Yiming's biological mother.

His biological mother died of illness six years ago. Qin Sizhu was a Xuxian and married into the He family three years ago. Her belly was as round as a ball, and she was already pregnant, almost seven months old.

He Yiming had long heard that she was pregnant with a male baby. Once she was born, the He family would have a third child and the second heir to the offspring. He Yiming was no longer the only son of the He family.

"Minger, how do you feel? Is it better?" Qin Sizhu asked with a worried look.

"Shui." He Yiming said a word with difficulty.

But as soon as he said that, the door suddenly opened.

I saw a middle-aged man with a graceful appearance and elegant style walking into the door quickly. It was his father He Yiru, and an old man with a familiar face followed him.

He Yiming recognized him as the most famous doctor in Jinxiu City, Ge Huichun.

"Doctor, my son suddenly fainted. Look at what happened to him?" He Yiru's expression was calm, but his voice could not hide his nervousness.

Ge Huichun immediately sat in front of the bed, took He Yiming's hand, put it on his wrist, then twisted his long white beard, and took his pulse extremely seriously.

After a while, Ge Huichun stood up and replied, "Master He, the noble master was only infected with the cold. He was already weak and lacked qi and blood, causing fainting, but it was not serious. I prescribe a prescription. As long as the noble master takes medicine on time and recuperate for half a month, you will be cured. During this period, don't let the noble master catch a cold again."

He Yiru sighed and personally polished the ink for Ge Huichun.

After a while, Ge Huichun wrote a prescription and accepted the medical fee and left.

He Yiru immediately ordered someone to get medicine.

At dawn, a bowl of bitter medicine was brought to He Yiming. He pinched his nose and drank it, drank some porridge, and fell asleep in a deep drowsy place.

In the afternoon, He Yiming woke up and felt much better. His high fever subsided, but he could not get out of bed. As long as he moved his body, he could feel soreness coming from all over his body.

The two maids were serving in front of the bed, and he didn't know them and could not name them.

He Yiming asked, "Where is Lanlan?"

The pretty and plump maid had a sweet and charming smile and replied with a smile: "Lanlan failed to serve the young master, which made the young master infected with the cold. The master punished her for thirty whips and rushed to the washing room. From now on, Rongrong and Xiaocui will serve the young master."

"My father's order?"

"Yes."

He Yiming was speechless.

He Yi's Confucian scholar is kind-hearted, governs his family with kindness and filial piety, and disciplines himself and others. Even if he loves his son, he will not take his anger on a maid because of this.

Not to mention, Lan Lan is He Yiming's personal maid. She has served her for many years and has a deep relationship.

"Someone must be instigating behind the scenes."

My head was dizzy again and I wanted to sleep.

...

Three days passed in a flash.

He Yiming finally calmed down, regained his energy, and was able to get out of bed.

It was only then that he noticed that he had lost weight.

At least fifteen pounds lost!

Suddenly, a fat white man shrank a lot.

It feels like I've died once.

This made him think of the sudden thin Wu Laoliu and the ancient jade that dripped with water.

Whirlpool, bare woods, maggots...

Looking back on scenes, I remember them vividly.

"At that time, I was in the car and Lanlan kept pounding my back. So what was swallowed by the whirlpool was not my body, but my consciousness."

"What is consciousness? A person's essence, energy, and spirit, and the most essence of the human body lies. My consciousness is swallowed, tortured, and the essence of life is seriously lost."

"Wu Laoliu may have encountered the same situation, and he was even worse than me. He lost too much essence of his life, so he became thin and died miserably."

He Yiming's consciousness was swallowed by the vortex for about twenty minutes, while Wu Laoliu disappeared for about ten hours. During this period, he may have been trapped in the vortex and suffered inhuman torture beyond imagination.

Thinking of this, He Yiming felt lucky and was still scared.

"Where did that ancient jade go?"

At this moment, when He Yiming was thinking about the ancient jade drops, something suddenly appeared in his hand like nothing.

It’s water drops of ancient jade!

He Yiming was shocked!

The first reaction is to throw it away quickly.

Bang!

Water drops of ancient jade fell on the floor.

He Yiming picked up the fruit knife on the table and stabbed it hard.

With a sound, the fruit knife steadily stuck on the ancient jade with water droplets, but... even a dent was not pricked.

Jade is actually a kind of stone, but it is very delicate. It is afraid of cold water, pollution, ice, fire, and falling to the ground. Naturally, it cannot resist the damage of the knife device.

He Yiming thorned three or four times in a row, and the ancient jade of water droplets remained intact.
Chapter completed!