My Husband and I Brought Hundreds of Millions of Supplies to Farm

Chapter 959: Chapter 959 Unconscious (2)

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Alright, let us know if there’s anything.” Second Uncle Gu hesitated before nodding. They knew they couldn’t be of much help here.

News of Gu Chengrui’s condition spread quickly.

Mingyu, the sons of King An and King Xian, and several friendly officials arrived to offer support.

Despite her exhaustion, Zhou Ying received them and had Gu Chengxi explain the situation.

The princes briefly visited Gu Chengrui before departing with worried expressions.

Alone again, Zhou Ying reached for water when Guoguo and Chenchen entered. “Mommy, is Daddy alright?” Guoguo asked, her voice laced with worry.

“He’s just very tired, sweetheart,” Zhou Ying reassured her with a forced smile.

“Can I see him?” Chenchen chimed in.

Zhou Ying nodded, and Guoguo led him to the bedroom.

Just then, Gu Chenglin, a recent Hanlin Academy recruit and last year’s third- place scholar in the second-class exam, rushed in. “Sister-in-law, I heard about Brother. What happened?”

Tears welled up in Zhou Ying’s eyes. “I don’t know. Nothing seems physically wrong, but he’s unconscious.”

“Could it be sabotage? But that wouldn’t explain his normal vitals,” Gu Chenglin asked, his voice tense.

“It’s probably not that.” Zhou Ying shook her head.

Traditional and Western medicine showed nothing amiss.

Her experience with Mother God pointed toward a soul issue, but the cause remained a mystery.

Anxiety gnawed at her. Tonight, she would try entering his dream to investigate.

“Daddy, wake up! You haven’t checked Chenchen’s homework!” Chenchen’s voice echoed from the room.

“Should I go check on him?” Gu Chenglin offered.

“Let’s go together,” Zhou Ying replied, rising from her seat.

Inside, they found Guoguo wiping tears. Zhou Ying offered a hug. “Don’t worry, your father will be fine.” Guoguo nodded silently.

Gu Chenglin examined Gu Chengrui. Though lacking recent medical training, his knowledge told him his brother wasn’t in immediate danger.

“Let’s go. Uncle will check your homework today.” He gave a reassuring nod to Zhou Ying before leading Chenchen out.

“Come on, Guoguo,” Zhou Ying coaxed, “let’s get some food. Your daddy will be alright.”

Guoguo, taking one last lookback, allowed herself to be led out. Zhou Ying instructed the kitchen to prepare food, emphasizing thin millet porridge.

Later, Gu Chenglin finished Chenchen’s homework and took him to Gu Chengrui’s pharmacy. Finding Gu Chengxi engrossed in a book, he asked, “Brother Chengxi, what’s wrong with Chengrui?”

“Still investigating,” Gu Chengxi replied without looking up.

“Any leads?”

Gu Chengxi shook his head. “Nothing yet, but it resembles the Daoist concept of Soul-dissociating Illness.”

Gu Chenglin’s breath paused. “But we never believe in ghost, let alone diagnosing someone with it?”