Separated from the wing room where Yu Yinghua lives is only a corridor, which is Yu Zhao's residence.

When Xia Qianqian was led to the courtyard, a group of people were waiting in the courtyard.

Seeing her coming, Mr. Liu's eyes lit up, "How is she?"

Xia Qianqian respectfully blessed her, "She is still asleep, but I gave her some cold-repelling medicine. After a while, the fever on her body subsides a little, so she may be better."

When she said these words, Yu Xiang stood aside and pretended not to care, but he listened carefully with his ears raised.

Xia Qianqian was amused and asked: "Madam's pulse!"

"I'm waiting for you to come together."

Mr. Liu turned around and raised his voice: "Master Yu, please lead the way."

Yu Xiang immediately came forward, "Mr. Liu, please follow me."

Xia Qianqian followed closely behind the two.

The door of the wing room was opened from the inside.

It was very dark inside the room. After her eyes adjusted, she could see clearly that the nanny in front of her in a dark green skirt was the person who was outside the gate and tried to dissuade Yu Yinghua from leaving.

She is Yu Zhao's personal nanny.

Not only was the light in the room dark, but there were also layers of curtains hanging in front of the bed. Standing outside, it was impossible to see the person on the bed clearly.

Mammy walked at the front, came to the curtain, and reported in a low voice: "Madam, it is the master who has brought Mr. Liu here to diagnose you."

The room was quiet for a while.

A woman's feeble voice came from inside the curtain, "I know my illness and my body well, so why bother to bother others."

Her voice was very soft, and her tone revealed the resignation and gloom in her heart.

This is clearly a person who has no intention of living.

"Madam!"

Yu Xiang walked through the curtain, and with hazy vision, he came to the couch, held Yu Zhao's hand, and said in a soft voice, "Madam, don't say anything depressing. Mr. Liu once diagnosed the emperor's pulse and treated his illness.

His medical skills are unparalleled and he will definitely be able to cure your illness."

"If it can't be cured, how can it be cured?" The person on the bed murmured, which was sad to hear.

Yu Xiang refused, and reiterated in an emphatic tone: "Yes, it must be possible."

This scene makes people sigh with emotion, what a tender and loving middle-aged couple.

But why are such a loving couple so indifferent to each other's own flesh and blood?

Just because she doesn’t want to get married?

There may be a hidden secret in this matter!

It rained all night in May. The air outside was cool and comfortable, but inside the house was stuffy and uncomfortable.

Xia Qianqian and Mr. Liu supported Yu Yinghua in the rain outside. Some rain fell on them and their clothes were not soaked. However, after staying in the house for a little longer, they felt uncomfortable and out of breath.

What's more, Mr. Liu was poisoned by gas just yesterday and his lung function was not good. He couldn't smell such stuffy air and couldn't help coughing.

When Mrs. Yu Zhao heard Mr. Liu's cough, her tone became colder and colder, "Sir, if this old doctor has superb medical skills, how could he have a cough that cannot be cured and still feel so uncomfortable?"

Although her voice was very soft, it was enough for everyone to hear as it echoed in the sealed room.

Mr. Liu's face turned red with anger.

He is a good old man with a strong body. If it were not for Yu Yinghua's request, how could he have refined the God-Gathering Pill, how could it have exploded, how could he have hurt his heart.

Why did he insist on coming to the house even though he was sick?

The root of all this comes from the person lying on the couch.

Nowadays, she has the nerve to dislike his cough and question his medical skills.

Is there anyone in this world who has been wronged like him?

"If Madam is disheartened and wants to die, I won't stop you."

No matter how easy-to-talk Mr. Liu is, he still has a temper.

He flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

Now, Yu Xiang is extremely anxious.

He let go of the man's hand on the couch and quickly caught up with him. While admitting his mistake, he explained: "Mr. Liu, please don't be angry. My wife has been sick on the bed all year round and doesn't want to see people, which makes her have a weird temper and bad temper."

I apologize for making you unhappy by communicating with others."

Mr. Liu frowned and waved his hands repeatedly, "I have no cure for this disease."

"To be clear, when I treated the late emperor, I also gave him a seat. He listened respectfully to what I said and believed in my diagnosis without any doubt."

"Look!"

Mr. Liu snorted coldly: "If Yu Yinghua hadn't knelt outside my door and begged for two days and two nights, why would I have gone to your small temple and suffered from you?"

He deliberately emphasized the tone when he knelt down to beg.

Mr. Liu's voice was full of force. He stood on the corridor outside the house and spoke, and the people in the house could hear him clearly.

There were hurried steps in the room, and the old woman caught up with her, knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Mr. Liu and said, "Dean Liu, please do me a favor and give my wife some medical treatment."

Mr. Liu looked at the people on the ground, looked up at the room, and said coldly: "If someone is kneeling on the ground, you can ask me to treat you. Those who want me to treat them can kneel down from the east gate of Jiangcheng."

Simon."

After saying that, he showed no regrets and strode away.

Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Yu Xiang was anxious and annoyed. He chased after him and tried hard to persuade him.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and the scene became chaotic for a time.

Seeing that the heat was coming, Xia Qianqian hurriedly caught up a few steps, stopped in front of Mr. Liu, and acted as peacemaker, "Dean, please slow down!"

She was a little embarrassed: "You personally promised Mr. Yu in the college that you would come to rescue the lady. If you leave like this, wouldn't it be a breach of trust, and you never bother to do this, right?"

Mr. Liu's steps stopped, and his expression showed a trace of hesitation.

Xia Qianqian tugged on her sleeves and said coquettishly: "Dean, since you are here, you must keep the promises you should keep, lest rumors spread, which will really damage your reputation."

"But you also heard that she just..." Mr. Liu was so angry that his tongue was tied.

Xia Qianqian smiled faintly and suggested: "How about this? If you don't want to go by yourself, I will diagnose your pulse and inform you of your condition when I come back. You can help me prescribe the prescription? Is that feasible?"

Mr. Liu didn't say anything. Xia Qianqian turned around and asked Yu Xiang, "Mr. Yu, what do you think?"

Yu Xiang wanted Mr. Liu to diagnose his pulse in person, but the old man had a stubborn temper. If he disagreed, Mr. Liu might not even be willing to prescribe a prescription. What should he do?

Forced to have no choice, he could only agree: "Then...can you?"

It's not that Yu Xiang has a lot of things to do, the girl in front of him looks like a teenager. She knows medicine, but how much can she know.

When diagnosing a patient's pulse and prescribing a prescription, the first and most important thing is to diagnose the pulse.

As long as the pulse diagnosis is clear, appropriate medication can be prescribed.

Can this girl make it if she goes in?

Seeing Yu Xiang's hesitation, Xia Qianqian spread her hands and said, "If Mr. Yu has doubts about my ability, then there is nothing I can do."

"Then, okay!" Yu Xiang finally agreed.

Since Mr. Liu can trust the results of a girl's pulse diagnosis, she naturally has her own abilities.

"Dean, you'll be outside later."
Chapter completed!