She understood that this hope was extremely slim, if healing were possible, Gu Jiao would not look this way.
"I need to think," Gu Jiao went to the study room.
Mrs. Nan didn’t dare leave; she stayed in the eastern room watching over Gu Yan.
As night fell, family members returned to Bishui Alley one after another, and soon everyone knew about the worsening condition of Gu Yan.
The Yao Family wept bitterly.
Even Gu Xiaobao, who never cried, felt aggrieved and pursed his small lips, his large eyes brimming with glistening tears.
The Dowager Empress hurried over from the Imperial Palace.
She had only one request for Gu Yan, to stay alive, but now even this seemed like wishful thinking.
She sat by Gu Yan’s bed, suddenly looking much older.
Huangfu Xian and Little Jingkong also arrived in the eastern room.
Huangfu Xian had not been living in Bishui Alley for long and thought he was an outsider, but seeing Gu Yan unconscious, he felt very sad too.
Always talkative Little Jingkong had nothing to say this time; he stood in front of the bed, his huge eyes fixed on Gu Yan.
Gu Yan had suffered a severe outbreak once before when bullied by Tang Ming, but the atmosphere then was not as heavy as it was now; it was as if everyone felt that Gu Yan’s odds were indeed slim.
The old chief priest didn’t dare to speak up; he silently went to the kitchen to cook, adding firewood to the stove while shedding silent tears.
"Old Master, what is wrong with you?" Yu Yaya asked with concern.
The old chief priest wiped his eyes with his sleeve and said, "The smoke, the smoke is too much."
Xiao Hen was the last to arrive home; Liao Quan had already informed him of Gu Yan’s situation on the way to meet him, and he immediately put down his official duties and hurried back.
The whole family was heartbroken over Gu Yan, but he knew that the one who must be suffering the most was Gu Jiao.
She was both a sister and a physician; she could not allow herself to fail in curing Gu Yan.
Xiao Hen found Gu Jiao in the study room.
Gu Jiao was grasping a charcoal pencil, writing furiously on a piece of white paper.
"Jiaojiao," Xiao Hen stepped into the room.
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