"Quickly check your father's pulse." Xiao Chonghuai urged.
As he urged, Xiao Yuchuan placed two fingers on Xiao Chonghuan's pulse. This old thing, if saved immediately, can still survive, but delaying even the time of half a pot of tea would be too late.
"How is he?" Uncle Six, Xiao Chongjing, asked anxiously.
Xiao Yuchuan shook his head gravely, "Uncle Six, my father, he... he's not going to make it..."
"Huh... huh..." Xiao Chonghuan gasped for air. Just as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of old blood spurted out onto Xiao Yuchuan. Xiao Yuchuan didn't mind the dirtiness, "Father, hang in there!" he looked towards Xiao Chonghuai, "Uncle Nine, please trouble yourself to find a divine doctor to save my father. Maybe I can't heal him, but the divine doctor could."
"Isn't the divine doctor your wife, Su Qingyue? Where is she now?"
