Chapter 2292 Tell Me, How Long Can I Live?

In the bedroom, Gu Chuyan coaxed Xiao Yichu and Xiao Yiyan to sleep. Xiao Mohan took the documents and said to her, "I'm going out for a while."

"Yeah." Gu Chuyan responded. When she looked at his figure, she didn't know why she suddenly called him, "Mohan."

Xiao Mohan stopped, he looked back at her, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to call you." Gu Chuyan said, always feeling strange in her heart, especially when time passed quickly, she felt powerless, wanted to grab something, but found nothing.

"Wait for me to come back." Xiao Mohan said, he raised his foot and walked out.

When he was about to go downstairs, he thought of something, turned around and went back to the study, opened the secret compartment, took out a box, and saw the things inside with his black eyes, and said, "What is this?"

This box was given to Gu Chuyan by Gu Chengdong, saying that it was a relic left by her mother.

Xiao Mohan looked at the medicine in the box, he put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, closed it and put it back, and when he turned around and took the documents, he felt a dull pain in his chest and his body was shaking.

"Puff." Xiao Mohan's body could not support himself, his chest was boiling, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the documents red.

The carpet, the table, and the sofa were stained with bright red blood, like snow beads, gently sliding down, dripping on the carpet, and being absorbed.

"What's going on?" Xiao Mohan pursed his lips and propped up his body. The pain in his chest became more and more intense, and he walked towards the bathroom.

There was a time when he had frequent relapses of his illness, but the pain was different from this time. This pain came from the bottom of his heart, and it was going to tighten his internal organs and blood vessels, as if it was about to explode.

"Hiss." Xiao Mohan walked towards the bathroom and washed his face.

He looked at his ten fingers. Although the slender fingers were the same, the nails were a little pale, and slowly a little black. He thought he had seen it wrong, but when he raised his hand to look, he found that the nails were black.

"Han." Wen Shui came out of Zhuo Qi's room and pushed the door into the study.

He walked to the bar and picked up a bottle of red wine to make a drink, but he was sensitive to the smell of blood in the study. Wen Shui put down the red wine and heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. He rushed in quickly.

"Han, what's going on?" Wen Shui rushed in and saw Xiao Mohan standing in front of the sink.

Wen Shui walked forward, Xiao Mohan didn't say anything, stretched out his hand to take out a tissue, wiped his hands, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay."

Although Xiao Mohan said it was okay, his face couldn't hide it from him. Wen Shui stretched out his hand and forcibly grasped his wrist. Seeing Xiao Mohan's fingertips, his nails were a little black, he couldn't believe it and said: "Let me see."

Wen Shui grabbed Xiao Mohan's wrist, and after checking, his face changed.

"How long do I have?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice, obviously knowing that it was a bit difficult. After all, Wen Shui's expression said everything.

Wen Shui said nothing, but held his hand tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Didn't you tell your sister-in-law?"

"Don't mention it, it will make her worry. You just need to tell me how long I have left?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice, he was prepared for the worst.

He had arranged everything, even... He also knew that Feng Jin and Xiao Chen were trying to find a way, but some things seemed beyond human control.

"Grandpa Xiao, and your father, since they can survive and survive past 30 years old, it proves that the poison is not really fatal." Wen Shui said in a low voice.

Xiao Mohan listened, silent, he stood up and walked out.