Then Xue Zhong took an antidote pill from his arms, melted it with warm water and poured it into Zhuang huaisen's throat. Zhuang huaisen's throat made a general sound of snoring and being stuck by phlegm. His blue and white face seemed to be better

Even the sound of breathing became long. Zhuang huaisen coughed a few times, and his breath slowed down. His breathing gradually became uniform, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked anxious: "Dr. Zhong, my father is out of danger?"

"The high priest's body has reached the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. I just felt my pulse. The high priest was poisoned by bone etching. It's not easy to endure until now. Don't expect too much, madam." doctor Zhong pulled the silver needle from Zhuang huaisen's arm and straightened up.

The nursing mother was about to send Xue Zhong back to her room. The housekeeper smiled and stopped the nursing mother: "you stay here with the eldest lady. I'll take Dr. Zhong back to the courtyard. By the way, ask Dr. Zhong what else he needs. I should buy it for you..."

Dr. Zhong shook his head and said no.

In the secluded wing room, the housekeeper followed Dr. Zhong into the door, closed the door and sneered, "Xue Zhong, you have disappeared for so many years and will come back with the eldest lady."

Dr. Zhong shivered and was about to deny it. The housekeeper stared: "You don't want to deny it. I recognized you from the first time I saw you. There was a scar behind your ear. When the high priest whipped you with a whip, the barb on the top of the whip scraped there, leaving a crescent shaped scar. You don't remember, but I remember clearly. I helped you clean up your wounds..."

Dr. Zhong lowered his eyes: "for so many years, I have become this picture of people without ghosts and ghosts. It's difficult for the old people in this house to remember me."

The housekeeper asked directly, "do you know your identity, miss?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing back?"

"I'm worried about the safety of the eldest lady and want to stay by her side."

The housekeeper was silent for a moment and asked, "the high priest's physical condition has deteriorated sharply recently, but is it artificial?"

Xue Zhong bowed his head for a long time before nodding and said, "if it weren't for the sake of the eldest lady, he would have deserved it.

What's more, there aren't many Japanese when he is. If you don't want to see the eldest lady sad, it's best to keep it a secret. "

The housekeeper sighed, "this house has long been different."

forecourt.

Zhuang Qingyun is sitting in the pavilion. There are ice cubes around the pavilion. He is processing official documents. The witch doctor comes forward and reports: "young master Qingyun, the eldest lady brought a doctor in from outside and saved the life of the high priest for the time being. I can't continue..."

Zhuang Qingyun heard the speech, put the brush on the pen holder, raised his eyes and looked at the witch doctor: "the medicine you said was mixed in the soup and medicine for him to take?"

"Yes, according to your orders, I've been adding dosage to him. Even if he wants to live, he won't live long. He's unconscious most of the time. Once he wakes up, he will be miserable and life is better than death. Now the high priest is stupid and speaks vaguely. If he's awake, he might want to be short-sighted long ago..."

True survival is not death.

Zhuang Qingyun waved, "go down."

The witch doctor was about to leave when Zhuang Qingyun shouted, "wait, what kind of doctor does the eldest lady bring back?"