บท 1787: Spicy Bas—

Yu Yue covered her eyes with her hands and squatted down. She really could not stop the tears from trickling down her eyes. Her heart was being stabbed by countless knives. 

Yu Dong looked at her aunt's grief-stricken look and couldn't help but crouch down. She wiped the tears on Yu Yue's face and said to her, "Don't cry, Aunt Yue. Uncle Fei will get better; if the physician here cannot treat him, we will take him to the capital." 

As long as Yu Fei didn't breathe his last, she had a way to bring him back to life, and even if he ended up breathing his last, with Wu Junfen along her side, Yu Dong would catch his soul and put it right back into his body.

There was no way Yu Fei was dying on them. 

Of course, Yu Yue didn't know that the two women had such skills. She simply thought that Yu Dong was trying to make her feel better; she nodded and tried to smile, but the smile that Yu Yue showed them was worse than crying.