Just when Xu Qingcai had finished writing the memorial and was about to send it to the imperial capital, an old man with white hair and beard said that he had traveled here and heard that the only daughter of a great doctor in the city was seriously ill. He was curious about what difficult and complicated diseases the two great doctors had. I was helpless, so I took the liberty to find out.
The old man was dressed in white coarse linen clothes, his hair was neatly tied, his expression was kind and kind, and he looked like a fairy.
Xu Qing, by some strange combination of circumstances, agreed to the request of the old man, whose name he didn't even know, to see his daughter.
In fact, countless times afterwards, she was thankful that she had agreed to the old man's request for medical treatment, otherwise she would have lost her baby girl forever in a few days.
The couple invited the old man into the house. A window was opened in the room to maintain ventilation and not be too cold for the child. There were also a few tender water bottles in the vase by the bed, Shi Lingyao's favorite. Various hydrangeas.
This boudoir is neat and tidy, and the decoration is warm. If it weren't for the faint smell of medicine in the room, it would be impossible to tell that the owner of the room is ill and unable to get up.
In fact, during that time, until the end of her illness, she had no memory.
I just remember that I seemed to have been sleeping, but my sleep was not solid. I was always having some strange and bizarre dreams, which was depressing and scary.
The old man who entered the room was still smiling and looking relaxed, but after he looked at her pupils, tongue coating, and even fingernails, his expression changed drastically.
The couple on the side felt a little thump in their hearts.
Xu Qing asked cautiously: "It's not typhoid, right? Is it...poisoned?"
The old man didn't answer, but put a handkerchief on her wrist, slowly closed his eyes, and looked serious.
The two of them felt uneasy, and the seconds felt like years as the old man silently took his pulse.
In fact, the old man took his pulse for a long time, so long that he seemed to have turned into a statue, motionless.
It's just that the couple knows the key, and they don't dare to interrupt even if they are anxious.
It may have taken a stick of incense for the old man to finally open his eyes.
Those cloudy eyes were not as bright and warm as they were at first, and seemed to have been covered with a layer of gray in just a short moment. They looked at the two people with a serious expression, and their tone was even a bit sharp: "Why do you guess? Poisoned?"
Shi Zeqi then respectfully told the couple's suspicions, but did not mention the specific family.
After hearing this, the old man had a real expression on his face, closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
Both of them instantly felt their hearts sink into the abyss.
"Maybe I can save this kid."
The old man's words brought their hearts back, and he looked at the two people with happy faces:
"The old man can't guarantee success. This poison is very overbearing. Even if we fight the King of Hell to get her back now, we're not sure whether she will relapse or leave any symptoms in the future."
Crystal tears appeared in Xu Qing's eyes, and he gritted his teeth: "Please help me, sir! We... can only have a little more time..."
Shi Zeqi hugged Xu Qing and comforted her back, looking at Shi Lingyao sleeping on the bed with grief in his eyes.
The old man closed his eyes, took out his needle bag, and began to prepare the acupuncture. At the same time, he ordered them to prepare the decoction for oral administration.
Ten days later, Shi Lingyao was rescued by the old man.
Xu Qing and Shi Zeqi cried with joy. They hugged Shi Lingyao, who was still dazed, and the family of three held their heads and cried.
Before leaving, the old man asked them meaningfully: "Do you have anyone here who deals with the imperial capital?"
Xu Qing and Shi Zeqi were stunned for a moment, then waved and left without waiting for their reaction, their backs looking desolate.
The old voice came from afar: "Sever contact with them, don't get into trouble again."
The old man left an ambiguous sentence and left.
Xu Qing thought about it, and as far as she knew, apart from her own family, the only person in Qingcheng who had close connections with Didu was Mr. Jing next door.
But he had long since resigned as general. He only asked about the affairs of the court and did not interfere in the affairs of the Jing family. He should not have any contact with the imperial capital.
After thinking about it, the only one who would affect his daughter because of the relationship with the imperial capital is Jing Hexuan!
He was affected when he was a child and was kidnapped by gangsters. He became seriously ill and lost a part of his memory.
Now that he was poisoned for no apparent reason, he was in trouble again.
With old and new grudges stacked up, Xu Qing was like a mother animal protecting her cubs. If she hadn't had to take care of Shi Lingyao's recovery, she might have committed suicide and went to the imperial capital to kill Jing Hexuan.
He immediately sealed the letter and rushed to the Jing family in the imperial capital, scolding Jing Hexuan until his head was bloody.
As for why I don’t doubt the Jiao family anymore.
Because at that time, the Jiao family was just a big businessman who could talk in Qingcheng. Not long ago, they even celebrated the opening of their branch in Jincheng.
A family like this really has nothing to do with the Imperial Capital.
The matchmaker's words were probably just in time.
However, it is not ruled out that the gangsters colluded with the boy from the Jiao family to drug him, just to take revenge on Jing Hexuan.
Anyway, it is far away from these two plague gods.
Since then, Shi Lingyao has taken a break from school to study at home and concentrate on preparing for the medical exam next spring.
Unexpectedly, the big exam failed, drought came first, then the zombie virus broke out, and the end came.
She looked at Jing Hexuan: "That year, an old man came to see me..."
"I went to invite Mr. Xing to come out." Jing Hexuan replied.
"Xing..." She reacted and widened her eyes, "You mean, that old man is Xing Hengqing, the most powerful medical saint in Daxuan?"
Jing Hexuan nodded:
"Five years ago, Mr. Xing said that he was old and ill, so he resigned from the Taiyuan Hospital. He ignored the emperor's plea and left the imperial capital, saying that he would travel around the world."
"I happen to have an old acquaintance with Mr. Xing. Your serious illness four years ago came out of nowhere, so I had to ask him to come over and make sure to save you."
Shi Lingyao murmured to himself: "It's actually Mr. Xing... It's you who found him..."
Jing Hexuan observed her expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
She looked at Jing Hexuan, dumbfounded: "My mother always thought you were dragging me down and causing me to be poisoned."
Jing Hexuan: "...she sent me a book to teach me a lesson."
He said and made a gesture with his finger, which was as thick as a finger.
Lin Yan: "!!!"
So when his boss got the letter, he became furious and disappeared for a while. Then he received a bunch of letters and went crazy for a month after reading them!
It was he who took that pile of letters and gave it to his boss!
Are feelings Dr. Xu’s “letter home”? !
