Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 147 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 14

"boom!"

There was another splash, and Lu Ming jumped in without hesitation. He was a good swimmer and easily pulled Zhao Zhao to the water's edge with a couple of strokes.

As he struggled to push Zhaozhao ashore, a servant finally rushed over, "Young Master!"

Hearing the commotion, He Yunmin rushed over and popped his head out from the bushes nearby, shouting, "Brother!"

"Young Master He!" Lu Ming called out urgently in his ear.

Three voices rang out simultaneously.

Zhao Zhao's face turned pale with cold. She took one last look at Lu Ming's seemingly worried face before fainting.

A servant pulled the two of them ashore. Shen Guanqi pushed Lu Ming back and immediately took off his clothes to cover Zhao Zhao.

Lu Ming stepped back and suddenly stepped on someone's foot. He turned around and saw that it was the same child from before. At this moment, the child also pushed him hard and ran to see He Yunmin, shouting "Brother".

Lu Ming: ?

"Go and inform the madam immediately!"

"Please summon the doctor!"

The servants shouted as they carried Zhao Zhao back quickly to change her clothes and keep her warm, not daring to delay for a moment.

"elder brother!"

He Yunmin was distraught. Despite his short arms and legs, he tried his best to quicken his pace and ran away with the servants.

Only Shen Guanqi and Lu Ming, who was dumbfounded, remained at the scene.

Lu Ming looked at Shen Guanqi, his face filled with shock, "That's... He Yunzhao?!"

Shen Guanqi's expression was unpleasant, and he stared at Lu Ming with a cold look in his eyes.

From his angle, it was clear that Lu Ming's actions were deliberate; he intentionally wanted to push Zhao Zhao down.

Enraged, he punched Lu Ming. Lu Ming turned his head and rubbed his face, not retaliating, still smiling, "How can you repay kindness with enmity? I saved you, and I also saved Young Master He."

Shen Guanqi couldn't speak, and his face turned blue from holding it in.

Lu Ming, feeling unconcerned, casually took off his soaking wet outer robe, wrung it out, and put it back on, complaining casually, "This pool water is really cold."

"Young Master Shen, instead of wasting your time watching me, why don't you go and see your dear cousin?"

So Shen Guanqi decided not to waste time with him and went back to tell his aunt the whole story and the truth!

Watching his retreating figure, Lu Ming lowered his head, kicked a pebble, and sighed in frustration. Damn it, how could it be He Yunzhao?

You brat, trying to role-play, huh!

This is bad; not only is this sickly man going to lose half his life, but even this "hero" won't have an easy time.

"Sigh, it's hard to do bad things too."

……

Zhao Zhao had another dream. This time, he saw He Yunmin and Lu Ming.

From an outsider's perspective, he saw Lu Ming, who had been constantly opposing He Yunmin all along, and whether he was a child or an adult, Lu Ming's malice towards him seemed to have never been for any reason.

After watching the story of their constant fighting, Zhao Zhao slowly opened his eyes. Just like countless times before when he woke up after being sick, his father, mother, and younger brother were still by his side.

It was late at night, but the candlelight in his room was still flickering. He slightly raised his hand and placed it on his younger brother's hand, who was dozing off beside him. His brother, who usually liked to sleep, instantly sat up straight.

The two brothers' eyes met, and He Yunmin's lips trembled as he burst into tears, "Waaaaah... Brother... are you alright... waaaaah..."

The sound was mournful and loud; to the uninitiated, it would seem as if he were dead and his younger brother was wailing at his funeral.

His father and mother were also startled awake upon hearing this and rushed to his bedside to check on him.

While picking up He Yunmin and comforting him, the father gently asked him, "Zhaozhao, is there anything else that's bothering you?"

His mother, her eyes also filled with tears, raised her hand to his forehead to check his temperature. "Finally, the fever is gone, Zhao Zhao, you scared us to death."

This is the third day that Zhao Zhao has been in a coma. The high fever has lasted for so long that the doctor has even shaken his head while holding their hands several times. Heaven knows how scared they have been these past few days.

Seeing their haggard appearance, Zhao Zhao felt very guilty and said in a hoarse voice, "Father, Mother, I'm sorry to have worried you."

His father patted his head gently and said, "Don't talk. I'll call the doctor to come and take another look at you."