Aunt Bai on the side, a usually calm and calm woman, couldn't bear it anymore, covered her face and started crying again.
Suddenly, an indescribable feeling of depression and despair spread in the room.
Zhao Shicai's eyes fell on Baili Feiyue. This was the rumored Miss Ling San? This was really the first time he saw her.
But he didn't expect that Baili Feiyue seemed to notice his gaze, suddenly looked at him, frowned slightly, "Who is this?"
Zhao Shicai sneered twice in his heart. Why did this question sound so impolite?
There was still a decent smile on his face, "Miss Third, I am the manager of Changyun Bank."
"Oh." Baili Feiyue said oh, but said nothing more and didn't look at him.
The smile in Zhao Shicai's eyes slowly faded. This attitude was completely an attitude towards a servant. How could he respect him as his father's sworn uncle?
Amidst the silent crying in the room, a maid almost ran in and crawled, "The imperial doctor is here, the imperial doctor is here!"
The expression on Baili Feiyue's face remained unchanged, and she sneered in her heart. This imperial doctor came really quickly. Was he invited from the door of the General's Mansion?
It seemed that the other party's footsteps were really messed up.
Can't wait to be like this.
Aunt Bai cried, "Please come in quickly!"
The girls hurriedly opened the curtains. Baili Feiyue looked out and saw a man in his fifties walking in. He was energetic, upright, kind, and very approachable.
It doesn't look like the superior head of the imperial hospital at all.
Aunt Bai rushed over and kowtowed almost frantically, "Sir, please save my son! Save my son!"
President Zhang must have been used to this kind of situation. He quickly supported Aunt Bai and said kindly, "Don't worry, I'll take a look first."
At this moment, there are many people in the house and many people outside the house.
After all, this is Ling Mansion's only seedling that fell from the sky. No one cares about his life or death.
As a doctor, Zhang Yuanshou didn't care about the patient's family. He was about to pass by, but subconsciously felt a gaze staring at him. He couldn't help but look over and saw the veiled woman by the window.
He sat down and propped his chin up, looking calmly over here.
It is incompatible with the atmosphere in this room.
Is this the legendary Miss Ling San?
Miss Ling San, who stole the show at the Medical Association Competition?
Zhang Yuan was not surprised by the calm attitude of Miss Ling San compared to everyone else. Since she could brutally poison more than a dozen people without blinking an eye, she was used to seeing life and death.
If the person on the bed was really hopeless, it would be useless for her to grieve.
However, he always felt that the way Miss Ling San looked at him was inexplicably meaningful when he first entered the door.
Thousands of sails passed through his mind, and his thoughts lasted only a moment. Dean Zhang had already grasped Ling Duan Nian's pulse.
Everyone held their breath and kept silent.
After a long while, he changed his hand to check for pulse, and his brows gradually wrinkled.
Aunt Bai's eyes were red and she moved forward impatiently, "Sir...my son..."
Dean Zhang glanced at her with pity, stood up, and saluted Ling Sheng, who had already stood up but had a dull expression on his side, "General, the illness of your young master... you should just keep a clear eye on it."
Zhao Shicai was also in disbelief and said anxiously, "Sir, what do you mean?"
"I can't do anything for this young master in the General's Mansion."
"No! How could this happen!" Aunt Bai couldn't believe this fact, her eyes were blood red.
Dean Zhang's voice was even more pitiful, "The meridians are stagnant, the five internal organs are damaged, and they are already exhausted." He sighed again, "Young Master originally showed signs of improvement, but he used that kind of tiger and wolf medicine again...
"
That tiger-wolf medicine?
When everyone at the door heard this, their eyes looked shocked and unbelievable.
Looking at the maid who was kneeling on the side crying and shivering, isn't that kind of tiger and wolf medicine...
Sure enough, President Zhang's next words confirmed their suspicions, "Normal people can't stand the love potion, but he took it..." At this point, he shook his head.
"That's all, I'm just a doctor. I'll take my leave now."
Zhao Shicai, who had been silent all this time, also said with a difficult expression, "Sir, is there nothing we can do? Please save the Ninth Young Master..."
"I can only cure diseases, but not lives." Zhang Yuan finished his words and left without saying any more.
Zhao Shicai came back to his senses and said, "Sir, I will see you off."
Aunt Bai fell to the ground and cried out in pain. It seemed that she could still hear her cries until Zhao Shicai and Dean Zhang walked out of the door.
Ling Sheng is the head of the family after all, "Everyone, get out."
How could those maids and servants dare to stay? Last night was a big surprise and a big happy event. We haven't even started to be happy yet. It's about to turn into a funeral in the blink of an eye. Now think about it, can God make any more jokes?
After everyone left, the girl who was kneeling on the ground crying stood up, closed the door, came back again, and stood aside with her hands down.
Aunt Bai, who was crying so hard that she was exhausted, although her eyes were still red and she was still sobbing and sobbing, her face had returned to its usual calm and emotionless expression.
Baili Feiyue got up, walked to the bed and touched Ling Duannian's forehead. If there was no problem, she moved it away.
When he raised his eyes, he saw Ling Sheng staring at him with an indescribably complicated look.
"Hey, dad, what's that look in your eyes?"
If Ling Sheng didn't understand at this moment that this was a show, then he would have lived in vain for decades! But, "Jing'er, why bother hiding it from me?" So that he...
"Of course you have to hide it from Dad. Among us, Dad is the one who is the least able to hide his expressions and emotions. Besides, the person here is so familiar with you, Dad, and your temperament and behavior cannot be hidden from him. So,
I can only feel sorry for you, dad. Only if I hide it from you will your reaction be the most true."
Hearing her mention this, Ling Sheng felt as sad as if something happened to his own child.
The voice was hoarse, "Is it really him?"
Baili Feiyue nodded, "His various behaviors make me think so." However, she didn't know much about the rumored sworn brother of Ling Sheng, "What kind of person is Zhao Shicai?"
Hearing her call his sworn brother by his first name, Ling Sheng reflexively wanted to teach her a few words, but then he remembered something and swallowed it alive as if his throat was cut.
what kind of person?
Ling Sheng thought of the battles he and Zhao Shicai had fought together more than 20 years ago since they met each other, the days of bloody battles together, and even the scene where the enemy cut off an arm in order to save him.
It's so clear and vivid.
But why have people’s hearts changed?
They are obviously good brothers, how could it be possible, how could it be...
"He is... a very harsh person on himself and never goes out of his way."
Although he had not spent much time in the government in recent years, every three months, the account books managed by Zhao Shicai would be sorted out and sent to him clearly and clearly to the frontier.
Although he has repeatedly stated that he trusts him and does not have to do this, he has never stopped.
Moreover, where he lives, travels, uses, and eats are only what a shopkeeper should have, and will not go beyond that at all.
"There are a total of fourteen Changyun Banks under the name of our Ling Mansion. The banks employ hundreds of people. As the general manager, he does not use any of his relatives or friends among these hundreds of people."