Passing through the layers of curtains, in front of the exquisite bed, thin gauze is still hanging.

Everyone on the couch is lying on the bedside, and the bright red brocade quilt is embroidered with bright red peonies.

One after another, the flowers are in full bloom, and they are connected into one piece. Just one quilt is dazzling.

The person on the bed does not have the decadence of someone who has been lying on the bed for a long time. The obscene clothes on his body are not the common pure white, but pink.

Red quilt, blooming roses, pink clothes, pink walls...

The mix and match of bright colors is flamboyant and hot, just like a new house that makes people excited. Who would have thought that it is a bed for a patient.

Xia Qianqian couldn't see her face clearly, but she could clearly sense that the person on the couch was looking at her momentarily.

She pretended not to know, stepped forward and said, "Madam, please reach out your hand and let me check your pulse."

A slender wrist stretched out from the thin gauze tent.

The skin is as fair as jade, and the skin on the back of the hands is plump without a trace of wrinkles.

The condition of this hand alone is more delicate and delicate than the skin of her hand.

Xia Qianqian lowered her head with a smile, stepped forward and put her hand between her wrists, and began to diagnose her pulse.

The grandma on the side held her breath and seemed very nervous.

Xia Qianqian thought for a while and then said: "Madam's pulse condition is indeed strange."

"Judging from the pulse alone, your body is just slightly deficient in qi and blood. The cause is probably caused by too much sunflower water and qi stagnation."

"But based on the age of the husband, the wife should not be so troubled. Moreover, this disease should not become a chronic disease and life-threatening."

She took a breath and muttered: "If Madam doesn't believe me, I can just leave. It's just a waste of Mr. Yu's filial piety."

While she was talking, she packed up, stood up, and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

A low cry came from the bed, and the nanny beside her lifted up the gauze, revealing a delicate beauty.

Xia Qianqian calls her Beauty because she is really beautiful.

She has jet black hair, delicate and deep facial features, and the skin on her face has some traces of aging, but those traces are simply insignificant for a person who is almost fifty years old.

It must be said that Yu Yinghua perfectly inherited the appearance of the person in front of her.

Not only do the mother and daughter look very similar, their frowning expressions are also exactly the same, as if they were copied and pasted.

Xia Qianqian smiled and said, "I have sent the medicine that can completely cure Madam's illness to the hospital next door. If Madam can seize the opportunity, if she likes it, the disease will naturally heal itself."

The person on the bed suddenly sat up straight, with a pair of beautiful eyes faintly burning with fire.

Xia Qianqian looked as usual and explained: "Of course, if the medicine does not work, my wife can continue to be ill. It can hurt the son's body and hurt the mother's heart. And vice versa."

"Mr. Yu knelt down all night on a rainy night in order to see you. She has been in poor health over the past few years. This time she knelt down and became even more ill. She will definitely not be able to get up for a while."

"Hey!"

Xia Qianqian let out a long sigh, "At her age, she should be surrounded by her family and be happy, but she is guarding the lone lamp every night. Such loneliness, without giving it a try, is unbearable for ordinary people."

The two looked at each other, Xia Qianqian did not flinch, and smiled meaningfully.

After leaving the door of the wing, Yu Xiang approached anxiously and asked, "How is it?"

Xia Qianqian glanced at the nanny who was standing at the door and said coldly: "Madam's illness is indeed difficult to cure."

Yu Xiang was nervous for a moment and said: "How difficult is it to cure?"

Xia Qianqian did not answer, but dragged Mr. Liu aside to a deserted place, and the two communicated secretly.

After that, Xia Qianqian took out a small bamboo box from her sleeve and handed it to Mr. Liu, "This is the Condensing Incense, which is similar to the Condensing Pill you refined."

Mr. Liu's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "Teach me next time."

This girl casually gave away such precious incense, so there is no need to worry about the cauldron exploding when refining it.

He must learn these secret methods.

No! He still has to try his best to become her teacher.

Mr. Liu put the small box into his sleeves, nodded to her, turned around and strode away.

Yu Xiang respectfully handed over his hand, "Mr. Liu, do you have any cure for it?"

Mr. Liu cleared his throat and followed Xia Qianqian's instructions, word for word: "A patient with this disease must not only regulate her body, but the most important thing is to regulate her state of mind."

"If she is in a good mood, the disease will naturally be alleviated. If she is in a bad mood, the disease will naturally progress rapidly, causing severe physical symptoms and even life-threatening."

Yu Zhao's illness is actually somewhat similar to modern depression.

Patients with serious mental illnesses will have emotional problems that affect their bodies. Their emotions can range from joy to anger, and can be unstable.

Mr. Liu pondered for a while and pretended to be profound: "Such symptoms originate from major changes in the patient's life. She gets sick once and gets worse the second time. If her relatives can't stop her, she may even commit suicide.

Thoughts."

After Mr. Liu's description, Yu Xiang thought about it carefully and admired Mr. Liu in his heart.

The first time he noticed something was wrong with his wife was when their son died.

At that time, the whole family was in grief. She cried all day long and was in pain.

The pain of losing a child is heartbreaking. She is sad, so why not him.

But he is the head of the family, and hundreds of people in his family are waiting with open mouths for him to earn money for food. He has no time to feel pain.

Afterwards, his wife became weak, and in desperation for the sake of the Yu family's family business, he took in two concubines, each of whom gave birth to two sons.

He lost one son and gained four more.

So the pain of losing a child and the pain on him gradually receded as time went by.

He thought she was just like him, but he never thought that her body was always sick.

Until her daughter's marriage fell through and she severed ties with the Yu family and went out, she fell ill again.

Once she fell, she never got up again.

"Then how should we treat it?" Yu Xiang felt deeply guilty that he did not care enough about his wife.

Mr. Liu took out the small bamboo box from his sleeve and handed it over, "This is the incense that calms the mind. Before going to bed every night, put it in the incense cauldron and light it to help you sleep. I will prescribe another prescription. After the torment, take it three times a day.

Next."

Yu Xiang was very happy when he heard that his wife was saved.

He was so excited that he invited Mr. Liu and Mr. Liu to the front hall and ordered them to serve tea.

Mr. Liu prescribed a prescription, drank tea, and explained some precautions.

Yu Xiang personally handed over the consultation fee and respectfully sent the two of them out of the house and onto the Qingting carriage.

After the carriage had gone far, he seemed to realize that there was another person in the house, and they had not taken him away.

On the Qingting carriage, Ji Zimo handed her a cup of hot tea, took out a dry cloth, and began to wipe a strand of wet hair on her forehead.
Chapter completed!