The Two Hundred and Eighty Pound Fat Girl and Her Five Husbands C.343: Sorrowful

Just as Lin Zaozao was about to strangle the two people, due to her frail body, or perhaps because of excessive exertion, Lin Zaozao suddenly passed out.

While she was unconscious, she saw a few panicked figures rushing towards her quickly.

In the solemn Sacrificial Hall, many people had gathered around the bed where the young girl lay.

The white Sacrificial Hall was covered in pure white everywhere.

In this empty space, even the owner of the Sacrificial Hall, other than her pallid skin, had hair that had turned white overnight.

Han Ye looked anxiously at Ji Fantian, who was taking Lin Zaozao's pulse, and asked, "Doctor Ji, how is Zhuzhu?"

"The lamp is extinguished, the oil exhausted. At most, she has three months to live!"

Ji Fantian gently tucked Lin Zaozao's hand back under the blanket, and as he looked into her eyes, they were already as cold as ice.

Over the many years they had been by her side as court physicians, both he and Chun Jun had unknowingly fallen in love with this little girl.

Constrained by her status as the High Priestess of the Han Country, all of them could only obscure their love for her, hiding it deep within their hearts.

But how could he have imagined that in just one day, just one day, his beloved girl would become like this?

Just yesterday, he had taken her pulse.

Her pulse had shown that her body was not in its current state. If he properly nourished her body, she could have lived for a few more years.

But now, he could no longer allow this little girl to continue living.

As everyone fell into deep sorrow over Lin Zaozao's fading life force, Ye Xi Princess and Xi Luo brought in a tall, burly man.

Following behind them were the anxious Ye Yi and Ye Nuo.

"Stand aside, let him take a look at my elder sister."

Xi Luo pulled a long-bearded man over and brought him before Lin Zaozao, signaling for him to bless her.

"Xi Luo, who is he?" Ji Fantian asked, puzzled as he looked at the man with the large beard.

"A shaman from the Frontier Region. We've been together for so many years, and you all know my talent lies in casting curses. But this shaman's talent is the opposite of mine.

His ability to bestow blessings is unmatched. If he blesses my elder sister, she will definitely be fine."

After explaining, Xi Luo turned around and could only place his hopes on the shaman.

This was his last resort.

Meeting everyone's pleading gazes, the shaman placed his hand on Lin Zaozao's forehead, closed his eyes, and began to mutter words as he blessed her.

Under the expectant eyes of all present, the shaman's brow furrowed deeper and deeper. When he removed his hand from Lin Zaozao's forehead, his face was already drenched in sweat.

The shaman turned his head, his eyes wide as he looked at Xi Luo in disbelief and said, "Xi Luo, you wolf's spawn, did you curse your own sister?"

"Shaman, you're talking nonsense. She is my elder sister, more important than my own life. Even if I were to curse myself, I would never curse her."

"Then how did she come to be cursed? It seems someone has been siphoning her life force under the guise of cursing her, depriving her of her health."

"What? Someone has been siphoning my sister's life force and depriving her of her health?"

Xi Luo fell before Lin Zaozao, asking in disbelief.

"That's right. When I tried to bless her just now, I discovered that her body had already reached the point of extinguished lamp and exhausted oil.

Most importantly, her internal organs are more decayed than an eighty-year-old woman's. Furthermore, someone has taken her organs, yet she is being kept alive by a very special form of cursed life force."

To prove his point, the shaman lifted Lin Zaozao's blanket and grasped her foot, saying solemnly, "Xi Luo, she is your elder sister. Did you not notice that her tendons were severed long ago?"

Upon hearing the shaman's words, everyone was stunned, their eyes wide open.

They all gathered around the bed, looking at Lin Zaozao's foot, which was so white it was almost transparent, in the shaman's hand.

To confirm the shaman's words, Ji Fantian reached out and gently grasped Lin Zaozao's foot. After carefully feeling her foot, he released his grip, unable to believe it.

How was this possible?

Over the years, his medical skills had become unparalleled. How could he have failed to notice that Lin Zaozao's tendons had been severed?

Moreover, if Lin Zaozao's tendons were severed, how could she walk normally?

Ji Fantian raised his head and looked at the bearded man before him, voicing his doubts, "If Zaozao's tendons were severed, how has she been walking all this time? We've been with her for so long, and we never noticed any issues with her feet!"

"Didn't I just say? She was cursed. After her tendons were severed, that cursed force allowed her to walk.

However, with every step she took, it was as if her soles were walking on blades, causing her excruciating pain.

Besides her severed tendons, her hand tendons were also cut. Her kneecaps were removed, one of her kidneys is missing, half of her lungs were cut away, and..."

"Stop, stop... Please stop." Han Ye's face turned deathly pale, his throat felt as if it was closing up, nearly suffocating him. He slowly grasped Lin Zaozao's emaciated foot, which was nothing but skin and bone, his eyes turning red with pain.

This little girl, ever since the day she received the position of High Priestess from the former one, he had always seen himself as her father, brother, and friend, raising her day by day.

Moreover, he had always hoped that his Zhuzhu would not be the High Priestess of the Han Country, but simply a happy little girl.

She could be like other little girls, free to laugh, play, and marry a husband to have a blissful family.

And he could openly express the love he had suppressed in his heart, becoming a happy couple with her.

But as the Regent King of the Han Country, he could not. And as the High Priestess of the Han Country, she could not either.

Oh heavens!

Even if the two of them could never be together, he thought he could at least protect her like a brother for the rest of his life.

But how could he ever have imagined that someone would be able to curse his beloved right under his nose, forcing her to sacrifice her own body.

Now that her body was so terribly broken, what could he do to save her? How could he rescue her?

Why, why did he only discover that she had been harmed like this when Lin Zaozao was on the verge of death?

"Wizard, you must be deceiving me! Lin Zaozao, Lin Zaozao is still so young, I see her every day, I come here every day.

How could she possibly have been cursed? How is that possible? Whoever the bastard is, I will kill him, I will exterminate his entire clan! Ah... I will kill him!!"

Han Xibei grabbed the wizard's collar, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

"I am the ruler of Han Country, I possess supreme power, how could I not protect my little girl.

She has always been right before my eyes, how could I not protect her? How is that possible?"

"Han Xibei, calm down a bit!"

The wizard shook off Han Xibei's hand and said helplessly.