Yan Qi shook his head sadly: "Hey, it's hard to describe. I really didn't expect that Master Peng Ran loved the people wholeheartedly, but in the end, he ended up with such a strange disease. Tong Shuling, come with me, take a look, and you will understand."
"Master Yan, please lead the way."
Tong Jian followed Yan Qi and hurried inside.
Xie Sanjia followed behind, his eyes bulging with anger as he looked at Yan Qi's dragging look.
Jie Siwen curled his lips and said, "Yan Qi, what kind of tricks are you playing?"
Jie Sanjia frowned: "No matter what tricks it plays, Peng Ran must be driven out of Suzhou. He can go wherever he likes."
Jie Siwen hummed: "Today, if you go all out, you must pull out Peng Ran's thorn and eliminate future troubles forever."
Before Tong Jian entered the room, he smelled a strong smell of soup and heard faintly choked crying.
Moving forward, he entered the bedroom.
The decoration in the room is simple, like the decoration of an ordinary home, extremely ordinary.
There was a strong smell of soup in the room.
A woman is serving the patient to drink medicine in front of the bed.
While giving medicine to the patient, he choked and cried: "Sir, what should I do? I invited a doctor, but the doctor said that I can only do my best and obey fate. He can't cure my disease. Hey, my lord, I really want to die for you."
No need to ask, the patient on the bed is Peng Ran.
Peng Ran had gauze on his head and a messy beard. When he breathed, his throat seemed to be filled with an erhu, playing Erquan Yingyue, which sounded particularly sad.
Tong Jian walked over in two or two steps and bowed: "Hello, Mr. Peng. I'm going to the study to write an order, Tong Jian."
"Cough cough cough..."
Peng Ran looked at Tong Jian and tried to sit up in a panic, but halfway up, he coughed violently and lay down again.
Tong Jian quickly comforted Peng Ran: "Master Peng, please don't get up. Just lie down. Just lie down."
Tong Jian saw that Peng Ran's face was pale and his body was weak. This serious illness was not an act at all.
Peng Ran pointed to the person next to him and said silently and with difficulty: "Zhou... Zhou Fuyin..."
Tong Jian stood up: "Hello Fuyin Zhou, I'm Tong Jian. I didn't expect Fuyin Zhou to be here, I really didn't know."
Zhou Zhixing sighed: "I'm here to visit Mr. Peng. Mr. Peng is my best friend for many years. Now, Mr. Peng is seriously ill and there is no cure. I feel so uncomfortable."
Tong Jian looked at Zhou Zhixing's eyes, which were red and swollen, and looked depressed. He had obviously cried just now.
The more Tong Jian looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt.
Jie Siwen saw this and smiled sarcastically: "Peng Ran, you don't have to pretend. Two days ago you went to the Weaving Department to make trouble. That day you were full of energy and high-spirited, not to mention energetic. What's wrong? It's only been a few days. , you are so sick, who are you acting for?"
"presumptuous!"
Yan Qi shouted loudly, pointed at Jie Siwen and shouted: "Can you respect Mr. Peng, don't you know that illness comes like a mountain? Mr. Peng is so ill, and you still say that to Mr. Peng. You are adding insult to injury. You are heartbroken. How can I bear it?"
Zhou Zhixing's face was extremely ugly: "Boss Xie, you are also from Juren, how can you curse like that shrew? Mr. Peng is already ill. If he is not ill, how can he let Xie Jieyuan replace Suzhou Weaving?"
"Also, why do you suspect Master Peng of pretending to be ill? How can a good person become so ill? Look at Master Peng, how tortured he is by the disease? His face is pale, his face is haggard, he has difficulty breathing, and his throat is swollen. This... to put it bluntly, Mr. Peng is about to leave Hexi, but you are still here talking nonsense? What kind of peace of mind do you have? "
"I……"
Jie Siwen was speechless, gasping for air.
Tong Jian said: "Master Peng's illness is indeed very serious. How can he pretend to be ill? I'm worried for Master Peng."
Jie Sanjia pretended to be cold and asked: "Is Mr. Peng feeling better? Hey, I originally wanted to listen to Mr. Peng's advice, but I never thought that Mr. Peng would be so ill. Hey, this is not only a loss for the people of Suzhou, but also for the great Hua Dynasty. Loss. What is this called? This is called jealousy of talents."
"No, we can't just appoint him like this."
Xie Sanjia changed the subject and said to Tong Jian: "Master Tong, what are you waiting for? Master Peng is a national treasure and must be treated well. Our doctors in Jiangsu and Zhejiang are not very good at medical skills, but the imperial doctors in Beijing are extremely powerful. Tong Sir, take Sir Peng back to Beijing immediately so that you can have a good diagnosis and treatment."
He doesn't care whether Peng Ran is pretending to be sick or not. As long as Peng Ran leaves Suzhou, he can pretend however he likes. Life or death has nothing to do with me.
Tong Jian looked at Xie Sanjia with sharp eyes and said nothing.
Xie Sanjia was made a little uncomfortable by Tong Jian's sharp eyes and asked, "What does Mr. Tong mean by looking at me like this?"
Tong Jian sneered: "Xie Jieyuan, from here to the capital, a thousand miles away, how many days, let alone half a month, will be needed to travel. Do you think that Mr. Peng's body will be able to endure the fatigue of traveling and traveling along the way?"
"this……"
Jie Sanjia was stunned and instantly understood Peng Ran's intention of being so seriously ill.
This is the real purpose of Peng Ran's minor illness and extensive care.
This move is cruel enough.
Jie Siwen was anxious: "Tong Shuling, Mr. Peng is extremely ill. He is lying here waiting for death. It is better to take the risk and go to the capital to ask the imperial doctor for a look. Maybe he can be brought back to life. Please take Mr. Peng on the road quickly."
When Tong Jian heard this, his teeth were itching with anger. He stared at Jie Siwen and said in a bad tone: "Boss Jie, what is your identity? You are just a businessman. What right do you have to interfere in this matter?"
"Moreover, I am discussing the condition with Xie Jieyuan, Zhou Fuyin, and Mr. Yan. When is it your turn to talk nonsense here? Mr. Peng is seriously ill. Whether to return to the capital or not, this book will discuss with Xie Jieyuan and discuss with him. What are you doing?"
Jie Siwen was so shocked that his face turned red and his neck thickened.
I never expected that Tong Jian would suddenly go berserk and not give him any face.
In fact, Jie Siwen didn't understand Tong Jian's heart at all.
How risky is it to bring Peng Ran back to the capital?
Almost 100%.
If Peng Ran died in Suzhou, he would have nothing to do with Tong Jian.
If he brought Peng Ran back to the capital and Peng Ran died on the way, Tong Jian's responsibility would be as big as the sky.
It is as difficult as climbing to the sky to get rid of responsibility.
Tong Jian could even predict that Prime Minister Yang would pretend to be a good person, take the opportunity to anger him, drive him out of the study, and then replace him with his cronies.
How could Tong Jian do such a stupid thing?
He has been living in the study room for many years. What dark things have he never seen?
You must never do such a dangerous thing.
Tong Jian thought for a long time, cleared his mind, and said: "Xie Jieyuan, Mr. Peng's illness is not easy to deal with. The fatigue of traveling and traveling will inevitably lead to serious dangers. In my opinion, it is better for Mr. Peng to live and rest."
Jie Sanjia was anxious and stood up suddenly: "Tong Shuling, what do you mean? Today, you must take Master Peng away. This is the task assigned to you by Prime Minister Yang. How can you not complete it?"
