Wang Zhenting was a good person before, but how could he become seriously ill in the blink of an eye? What kind of disease could this be?
Qiao Wenjing couldn't help but take out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose and stepped forward.
In the darkness of the cell, Wang Zhenting was leaning against the wall, rubbing against the wall, shouting indistinctly, "Please call me doctor, call me doctor quickly." His bun was messy, and he looked like a ghost.
Qiao Wenjing was startled. The jailer opened the cell door and let Qiao Wenjing in. "Master Qiao, how can we try the case if we don't go in?"
Qiao Wenjing had no choice but to bend down and walk into the cell. As he got closer, Qiao Wenjing could see Wang Zhenting more clearly. Wang Zhenting's clothes were in tatters. When he saw Qiao Wenjing, he immediately rushed over, "Master Qiao... Master Qiao, save me... I just listened."
Mr. Qiao’s words... I always listen to Mr. Qiao... Mr. Qiao asked me to blackmail the Yang family... It was Mr. Qiao who taught me, Mr. Qiao has forgotten? "
"Nonsense." Qiao Wenjing looked around hurriedly. He had known that Wang Zhenting was crazy, so he said nothing and wouldn't come to the cell.
"Master Qiao, call the doctor here, call the doctor here quickly, I'm going to be itchy to death, I'm going to be itching to death." Wang Zhenting fell to the ground as he spoke, revealing his bloody back, with pieces of flesh appearing all over, and strips of flesh.
Some of the wounds were dry and some were still bleeding.
Qiao Wenjing felt like he wanted to run away from the door. The hairs all over his body stood on end. His back also hurt and itched. He wanted to reach out and scratch it like Wang Zhenting did.
It's so scary, how could a perfectly good person get such a disease.
"Have you ever asked the doctor again?"
"Please," the jailer next to him replied, "I have asked several people but they still can't treat me. We are a prison cell here and we can't ask a doctor from the hospital to come and see you."
Qiao Wenjing covered his mouth tightly, "Who says it can't be done? Now that the case has not been concluded, people will be killed? How can he talk when he is so crazy?" This man looks like he is not alive, who knows what he will say.
Come.
"If the adults ask for it, the little one will go and ask for it. It is the adults who have the final say on how to treat it."
Qiao Wenjing was talking to the jailer when he suddenly felt his legs sink. Wang Zhenting threw himself on his legs, "Qiao Wenjing, you have to save me, save me, do you hear me? You have to save me."
Wang Zhenting's bloody hands held Qiao Wenjing's leg tightly and kept wailing.
"Sir, the doctor is here."
Qiao Wenjing was in a hurry to get away. Hearing these words, he turned his head to look, but he never expected to see Yang.
The jailer invited Mr. Yang.
Yang Mo handed the medicine box to Wei Mao, and Wei Mao was about to go in for consultation.
When he heard that the doctor was here, Wang Zhenting raised his head, but he didn't expect to meet Yang Mo's eyes. Mr. Yang, it was Ms. Yang who came to treat him. How ridiculous. He tried so hard to blackmail Ms. Yang into treating his wife and children.
, now he didn't ask, but it was Yang who came.
Did Mr. Yang come to laugh at him? Wang Zhenting gritted his teeth. If he had any integrity at all, he would not let Ms. Yang come to treat him. After all, he was an upright man, and he could not lose at the hands of a woman.
The jailer whispered: "The last time Miss Yang treated Tong Yingfu, she cured Tong Yingfu's madness. No matter what kind of disease it is, it will definitely be cured as long as it is treated by Miss Yang."
It can be cured, the jailer said it can be cured.
These words are so easy to say. Just listening to them makes people feel comfortable all over. Wang Zhenting can't restrain his inner desire. As long as his disease can be cured, as long as he is not made to feel so itchy and uncomfortable, he will
He is willing to do anything, but he just has no spine. He has already tasted that life would be worse than death.
Wang Zhenting immediately knelt down and collapsed on the ground, unable to say any words of rejection.
Wei Mao stepped forward to see Wang Zhenting's injury and carefully diagnosed the pulse and told Yang Mo about the pulse. Yang Mo listened and nodded.
The jailer hurriedly came over and asked, "How is it? Miss Yang can cure this disease?"
Qiao Wenjing next to him also pricked up his ears. Yang's eyes were very clear, as if he had clearly seen the disease after a little consideration. Even if Yang didn't speak now, everyone present could see that Yang could cure this disease.
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Qiao Wenjing breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Wang Zhenting could be cured, the rest would be easy.
Wang Zhenting held his breath and opened his eyes wide. Ever since he was taken away by Dong Zhao at Yang's house, he had never waited quietly with such expectation.
Yang Mo shook her head under the gazes of Wang Zhenting and Qiao Wenjing, "I can't cure it."
Qiao Wenjing was suddenly surprised, and Wang Zhenting's expectant expression froze on her face. Yang said it couldn't be cured. She said these words with a bit of sarcasm on her face.
It was as if it was ironic that he was in his current situation but still asked her to treat him.
"Yang...you said it can't be cured without even taking a look." Qiao Wenjing felt like he was being fooled.
They thought she was an orphan, so they took care of her. They put a knife on her neck when they threatened her, and now they want her to devote herself to medical treatment.
When she is a fool or weak and incompetent.
Yang Mo repeated what she said, "I checked the pulse and I can't cure this disease."
Wang Zhenting suddenly laughed, haha, it was so ridiculous. He was teased by a woman like this, which made him full of expectations but cruelly violated her. This woman...
Qiao Wenjing wanted to say something harsh to punish Yang, but found that there was no crime in the first place. In the current situation, he was helpless against Yang.
"Invite another doctor, please invite someone else."
After hearing this, the jailer hurriedly went out to ask the doctor. After a while, the jailer returned and said, "Several doctors in the capital heard that none of the doctors in Beijing know how to treat Miss Yang. They... also... I can't ask for an imperial doctor. You...
... Mr. Qiao, you still want to go."
Looking at Wang Zhenting, who was covered in blood and kneeling there shivering, Qiao Wenjing didn't want to stay here for a moment, especially when there was Wang Zhenting's vomited filth at his feet.
Qiao Wenjing could no longer bear it and turned around and walked out of the cell, "I'll ask someone to call the imperial doctor. I don't believe it. The hospital can't cure this disease."
Qiao Wenjing walked away from a distance, Yang Mo looked at Wei Mao, "Pack your things, let's go."
"Wait a minute," Wang Zhenting on the ground suddenly said. He could no longer endure such torture, "Ms. Yang, you are not a kind-hearted doctor. You don't call yourself a doctor. How could you..."
Yang Mo smiled, "Master Wang harmed my father and mother, threatened the lives of my aunt and clan sister, and even almost killed me. How can you, a cruel and ruthless person like you, expect others to repay evil with kindness?"
"You," Wang Zhenting became ferocious and scary, seeing that Yang was about to leave, "cure my disease, and I will tell you something."
Wang Zhenting said quietly, those people who tortured him last night just wanted to extract the Yang Bingzheng case from his mouth.
Yang Mo stopped, turned around and walked outside the cell door.
Wang Zhenting crawled over with difficulty. Yesterday, he heard that in the cell next to him, there was someone who bit off his tongue but was still alive. There was also someone who strangled himself half to death with his belt, but was still rescued by Yang. These people... let him
He gave up the idea of seeking death and said, "Treat me first."
Hearing this, Yang Mo deliberately looked to the left and right, "Who are you holding hostage this time?"
It seems to be a reminder to Wang Zhenting that now that he is in jail and suffering from serious illnesses, how can he still have the capital to make demands.
Wang Zhenting's throat felt so sweet that he almost choked with blood. This Yang family was the last glimmer of hope in front of him, and he couldn't let it go. "Yang Bingzheng is not dead."
Yang Mo suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Zhenting, "You... know about my father..."
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking, Wang Zhenting showed a strange smile on his face.
Yang Mo calmed down immediately. Wang Zhenting didn't know that even if he knew some superficial information, he couldn't be sure. Otherwise, otherwise he would have confidently reported to Feng Dang.
Seeing that Yang's curiosity suddenly subsided, Wang Zhenting's enthusiasm seemed to have been poured with cold water, so he said without hesitation, "Do you think Han Ji knows so much?"
Wang Zhenting's tone became more and more urgent. Yang Mo looked around and realized that Wang Zhenting was about to lose control. She couldn't tangle with him here, lest he might really say something. If she wanted to ask, she would do so in private.
Yang Mo deliberately put on a very disbelieving look, turned around and left the cell.
Wang Zhenting's crazy voice came from behind.
Yang Mo quickly walked a few steps and got on the carriage. Before the carriage moved forward, she heard a strange voice coming from outside the carriage, "Miss Yang, I am Wei Yu. Prince Wen Zhenggong has asked me to take care of Wang Zhenting."
In response to Wang Zhenting, this sentence is very accurate.
Before Yang Mo could say anything, Wei Yu said: "I know everything about what happened in the prison just now. Don't worry, Miss Yang. Prince Wen Zhenggong made an announcement early in the morning. If there is any news, he will come to investigate." Just now he was really afraid that Miss Yang would hear it.
When I got the news about Yang Bingzheng, I kept asking. You must know that today Qiao Wenjing came for interrogation. He didn't disperse the people beforehand. If someone heard something and said something, it would be terrible. Unexpectedly, Miss Yang turned around and left after asking a few questions.
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Wei Yu began to understand why Dong Zhao helped Miss Yang like this.
Although she is just a woman, this woman is not an ordinary woman in an inner house.
Yang Mo whispered: "Thank you, Mr. Wei."
Watching the Yang family's carriage slowly leaving, Wei Yu stood there stupidly for a long time. Dong Zhao was so concerned about the Yang family's affairs, so he must have wanted to marry Miss Yang! But Miss Yang was a female doctor, and the Dong family was
It is a real honorable person, and it is impossible for Wen Zhenggong to agree to it. Dong Zhao should not tie himself into a knot.
Wei Yu thought for a while and came back to his senses. He quickly went to interrogate Wang Zhenting to see if it was true.
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Yang Mo returned home, changed her clothes, and sat in the room reading.
Aunt Lu couldn't help but feel strange that the eldest lady seemed to have something on her mind, if she had been busy in Baohe Hall on weekdays.
Yang Mo didn't know what her family members were thinking, but she kept thinking about Wang Zhenting's words.
If Feng Dang didn't know his father's whereabouts, who would know if his father was really alive? Yang Mo felt uneasy, and an answer was about to come out.
It can only be someone who is opposed to Feng Dang.
If her father wanted to escape Feng Dang's eyes and ears, she couldn't do it by herself. She used to think that she was just thinking wildly, but now that everything is gradually confirmed, she should continue to think about this possibility...
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Small modifications have been made to Chapters 200 and 201, mainly the Hippocratic Oath part, which has been changed into ancient language and does not seem inconsistent.