Chapter 270 Mingyu is Sick

"Uncle Ming..."

Sang Yuwan walked quickly to the bedside and called out softly.

Mingyu seemed to be asleep and did not respond.

"Uncle Ming..."

Sang Yuwan sat down on the chair in front of the bed and raised her voice slightly.

Mingyu's face was deathly pale, like the first snowflakes of winter that had not yet melted, carrying a hint of chill that was barely perceptible.

"Wanwan..."

Mingyu's eyes were sunken, his eyelids twitched slightly, and his eyes were half-open and half-closed.

"Uncle Ming, where do you feel unwell? Has the doctor seen you?" Sang Yuwan asked anxiously.

Mingyu's breathing became unusually weak and slow, each breath like a silent battle with death, and an indescribable heaviness filled the air.

A few minutes later, he finally opened his eyelids.

"Wanwan, am I alright?" Mingyu struggled to sit up.

"Uncle Ming, lie down," Sang Yuwan said hurriedly.

Mingyu still insisted on sitting up.

Sang Yuwan carefully tucked the blanket around him. "Uncle Ming, would you like some water?"

"Need not."

Mingyu moved his lips, his voice aged and weak, as if it had weathered the storms of many years, carrying endless weariness and deep melancholy.

He paused, then continued, "At this time, you've come to see me, is it because of A-Zhan...?"

An indescribable emotion quietly crept into Sang Yuwan's heart, like a cool breeze in the dead of night, silently penetrating her clothes and reaching the depths of her soul.

The tightness in her heart grew stronger and stronger, as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, causing her a suffocating pain.

After struggling internally for a moment, she took two deep breaths and spoke to Mingyu in a hoarse voice.

"Uncle Ming, I don't want to hide it from you. Second Brother, he's gone missing."

"What did you say? Missing?"

Mingyu's eyes widened, filled with a bright red blood. His light, airy voice, like the last leaf falling in autumn, drifted down slowly, carrying a barely perceptible tremor.

The tense atmosphere seemed to freeze, pressing heavily on Sang Yuwan's chest, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

The surroundings were so quiet that you could only hear your own rapid and uneasy breathing. Each breath felt like a silent struggle against invisible pressure.

An indescribable sense of oppression filled the air, like the calm before a storm, foreshadowing the impending unease and turmoil.

"He brought this on himself, I told him... cough..."

Mingyu raised his voice, each syllable like an inscription on a weathered stone tablet, conveying meaning vaguely and with difficulty, causing Sang Yuwan to involuntarily slow her breathing.

"Uncle Ming..."

Sang Yuwan was greatly alarmed and hurriedly ordered her servants to summon the Ming family's doctor.

Mingyu pounded his chest, as if trying to smash the frustration in his heart.

Even with her strong mental fortitude, Sang Yuwan started to panic.

Mingxiao is not yet buried.

Ming Zhan's whereabouts are unknown.

What will happen to the Ming family if something happens to Ming Yu again?

In Jiangcheng, the Ming family may not be as powerful as the Bo family, but they are still a wealthy and influential family.

At this point, Sang Yuwan would rather the Bo family collapse than see the Ming family suffer another calamity.

The doctor rushed in, carrying his medicine kit.

"quick……"

Sang Yuwan hurriedly got up, and fine beads of sweat quickly seeped out from her forehead, sliding down her cheeks and bringing a slight, imperceptible coolness, but it did nothing to relieve the burning and panic in her heart.

Lan Xiya rushed over upon hearing the news.

As soon as she entered, she began to sob, "Master, please, please don't let anything happen to you..."

"Auntie," Sang Yuwan quickly pulled her aside, "Even if the sky falls, I'm still here. Why are you crying?"

"Wanwan, I..." Lan Xiya was usually a little afraid of her only niece, and immediately shut her mouth upon hearing this.

She sniffed and kept wiping the corners of her eyes.

Sang Yuwan glanced at her and lowered her voice, "Why don't you go to the mourning hall and take a look? I'm a little worried about Mingyi being there alone."

Lan Xiya slowly raised her head, her eyes still misty with tears, "But Master..."

Sang Yuwan spoke slowly, "With me here, aren't you at ease?"

Lan Xiya felt conflicted. She looked at Mingyu, gently covering her mouth with her hand, trying to suppress her sobs, but the soft whimpers still pierced the silence of the night like whispers in the wind.

“Auntie.” Sang Yuwan’s expression tightened, and she emphasized, “If you want to cry, go to the mourning hall.”

“I…” Lan Xiya choked.

Sang Yuwan added, "Go and help me watch over Mingmei."

Lan Xiya was taken aback. "Where is she?"

Sang Yuwan replied, "My elder brother's mourning hall."

Lan Xiya's breath hitched, her tears dried instantly, and her eyes filled with worry. "Will she keep vigil properly? What if she clashes with Yi? No, I have to go check on her right away. Wanwan, your Uncle Ming is here..."

"I'll go over after the doctor finishes the examination," Sang Yuwan said.

Lan Xiya nodded and left with a worried expression.

Sang Yuwan watched as the doctor took Mingyu's blood pressure and heart rate, and involuntarily held her breath.

Although she was looking at them, everything in her field of vision seemed to become blurry and distant, and the sounds around her seemed to be blocked by a thick soundproof membrane. Only the sound of her own accelerating heartbeat and the occasional faint noise echoed in her ears, adding to her loneliness and panic.

A moment later, the doctor finished the examination. "Madam Bo, Mr. Ming's blood pressure is a bit high. It would be best to take him to the hospital."

"I'll arrange it right away." Sang Yuwan's expression hardened, suppressing her panic, and she spoke in a cold voice.

"Wanwan, stop fussing." Mingyu's voice was slightly hoarse.

Sang Yuwan walked over, lowered her head, and softly advised, "Uncle Ming, let's listen to the doctor, okay?"

Mingyu looked at her and forced a faint smile.

His eyes would sometimes flash with a glimmer of memory, and sometimes fall into deep confusion. It was the endless stories that the years had left behind, and also a longing and reluctance to let go of the past.

"You may all leave." Mingyu leaned against the headboard.

The doctor looked troubled. "Mrs. Bo, what is this?"

Sang Yuwan knew Mingyu's personality; no one could force him to do something he didn't want to do.

She took a deep breath and said, "I'll listen to Uncle Ming and get treatment at home."

"Okay. I'll go prepare right away." The doctor looked serious and quickly walked out.

"Wanwan, I have something to tell you...cough..." Mingyu's breathing became unusually weak and slow, each breath like a silent battle with death, and an indescribable heaviness filled the air.

Buzz—

The rapid vibration of the phone, like the prelude to a sudden downpour on a summer afternoon, was short and forceful, striking the quiet air and breaking the surrounding tranquility.

One sound after another, like thunder, grew denser and more urgent, surging in like a stampede of ten thousand horses.