The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

If there is no news from the palace for a day, the Fran family will have no peace for a day.

But it was also because of this that even if people were in panic, everyone lived in peace and contentment, but they were always extremely sensitive to the sound of carriages that appeared from time to time, for fear that bad news would come from the palace in the next second.

Finally, on the third day, when Bai Lin was tidying up the study, his heart throbbed suddenly. It was like a black and white silent movie flashing back and forth in front of him. Hold it tightly and twist the buckle back and forth, and finally it is flattened and torn apart little by little.

Finally the movement stopped, Bai Lin was covered in sweat and his legs were trembling uncontrollably, his hands were clasped tightly to the handle of the chair so as not to let go on the ground.

He took a few quick breaths before barely standing up. At the same time, many memories that did not belong to him and were not even familiar to him were stuffed into his mind, but in contrast, the same person appeared in all of those memories— —

Fran.

Some of him was reading in the study room, some of him had a long talk with the old king in the palace, and some of him was walking in the civilian area, with the divine power behind him stretched into a tail and scattered everywhere.

Slowly the picture changed. In the picture, Fran was lying in a beautifully decorated room, and Jack was standing around him talking to him. Suddenly, Fran jumped off the chair and pulled Jack dodged aside, and the door was kicked open.

The next scene made Bai Lin's heart clenched tightly. Fran was taken away by a dozen people dressed like guards. They came to a place covered with white cloth strips, which seemed to be a hospital, separated by white strips. Open one bed after another.

The picture got closer, revealing the faces of those lying on the bed, with just one glance, Bai Lin was too scared to speak.

Those people looked haggard, with patches of erythema on the neck that seemed to drip blood, and violent coughing sounded one after another, and every time they coughed, the erythema would appear again, like a sarcoid with violent breathing and movements ups and downs.

Fran was forcibly pulled and pressed on the hospital bed, and several people who looked like doctors appeared, auscultating and testing, pretending to do a full set of work.

The curtain was lifted, and a man in rich clothes walked in surrounded by a group of people. They seemed to be talking, but Bai Lin couldn't hear it clearly because they were too far away. He tried his best to hear it more clearly, but the more The closer the sound became, the farther it became, and the picture gradually became blurred.

He tried his best but failed to prevent the picture from being cut off. When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the ground, his eyes staring at the ceiling with ecstasy, and his eyes were blurred by the sweat on his forehead.

Bai Lin struggled to stand up, his brain felt as if it had exploded, the pain was unbearable, he dragged his limp legs and walked to the window, opened the window to take a breath, when suddenly he saw a carriage driving slowly in the distance Come.

The exterior of the carriage is so gorgeous that it is difficult for people not to notice it.

The carriage slowly stopped at the gate, and two men got off the carriage, followed by a mummified man who was wrapped in a quilt and was carried down. They seemed to be very afraid of being contaminated, and they used cloth strips to cushion them when carrying them. In the hand, the entire lower half of the face is covered with clothing.

When the gate opened, they put the person on the ground like a plague god, turned around and left in a hurry.