At this time, in Mr. Zhou's room, two maids were sitting on their knees and busy. One took a piece of tea cake and baked it on the charcoal fire, while the other maid was mashing the baked tea cake.
Various tea sets were placed on the tables, and the aroma of tea filled the room.
Mr. Zhou added a spoonful of salt to the tea, drank more than half of it before stirring, and the spicy and grassy smell immediately dispelled his fatigue.
"This bitch," he said, putting the tea bowl down heavily, "you are lying to me about whether it can be cured or not, and whether it can be cured or not!"
The maids lowered their heads and dared not say anything.
"She is taking revenge." Mr. Zhou continued to talk to himself and said bitterly, "When she makes trouble like this, it is not her who is embarrassed in the end, but us! It is our Zhou family!"
When he said this, he slapped several cases hard, which made the maid in the room tremble in fright.
"She thought she had breathed a sigh of relief. She was really an idiot. She had such a small horizon and humiliated her blood relatives. Did she think this was happiness? Besides, what did she have to hate? Who made her born to be stupid? She should hate it.
It's my Zhou family, my Zhou family! My Zhou family has been ridiculed and rolled with eyes because of this idiot like her!" He pointed at the door and cursed, "After her, everyone in my Zhou family ranks first in the world.
! Stupid! People say that stupidity is in the blood of my Zhou family! It is difficult for a man to find a wife, and it is difficult for a daughter to get married. Who is to blame? Blame her! "
He said, holding on to several cases to get up.
"This scourge should have drowned her in the first place. Whose child wouldn't drown to death? But the mother's pampered sister indulged her and left her in the world!" He said, his figure swaying a little.
The maids hurriedly stood up and helped him.
"Master, you are drunk." they said in panic.
"Am I drunk?" Mr. Zhou said in a daze, "It's really good tea! You'll be drunk after seven cups! Even fine wine can't compare!"
Pushing the maid away, he said, "Bring me the sword."
Walking out.
"I'm going to behead her right away. Anyway, one dead person in the family is unlucky, and two dead people are also unlucky." He shouted, "Behead her and make amends for the Tong family. Then I will go to Jiangzhou and destroy the Cheng family!
"
The maids were so frightened that they hurriedly helped and blocked him.
While it was busy, there was a commotion outside.
Mr. Zhou stopped suddenly.
"Look, look, is he dead? Is he dead?" He pointed at the door and shouted.
Before he finished speaking, there was a faint sound of crying in the wind.
There were also people rushing outside the door, making noisy footsteps.
"Master, master, live, live!" several servants shouted.
Mr. Zhou blinked.
"What?" He pushed the maid away, walked to the door, held it and looked at the people in the yard.
"Master, master, my wife has cured Tong Neihan!"
Mr. Zhou stared at them and suddenly slapped his leg.
"My dear!" he shouted, and ran out, forgetting the threshold, and fell out.
People inside and outside screamed in fright, and there was chaos here.
Chen Shao presented the sencha to his father.
"You mean there was a wandering Taoist who settled near the female cultivator at that time?" Old Mrs. Chen asked, twirling his tea bowl.
"He's not a wandering Taoist, and I can't say who he is," Chen Shao said. "He hasn't come back yet, but he just sent a general message, saying that he was treating locals, and it was said that he was teaching literacy to a few children from poor families nearby.
"
"How old are you?" Old Mrs. Chen asked.
"The letter said he was about fifty years old," Chen Shao said.
Old Mrs. Chen nodded.
"Let's ask more questions when someone comes back," he said.
There were footsteps outside the door.
"Master, master." A young boy ran in with a happy face, "Tong Neihan is alive!"
Chen Shao and his son looked at each other with joy.
"That's natural." Old Mrs. Chen smiled calmly, "Nothing to make a fuss about."
Chen Shao smiled slightly and wiped away the tea soup his father accidentally spilled.
At the same time, many families in Beijing received such news and were shocked.
If the incident about Chen Shao's father only surprised everyone, after all, although he was said to be seriously ill at that time, he did not die after such a long time, and he was not regarded as a mortal person, and the cure had no impact on everyone. So intuitive.
But this time Tong Neihan died of coma after eating gold and stone. This kind of thing is not uncommon in wealthy families in Beijing, and the illness is serious. As the saying goes, if the king of hell asks you to die at the third watch, who can survive until the fifth watch, but... Someone can really stay, not only stay, but still alive.
"...It's absolutely true, he was already dead when he was carried away..."
"...Doctor Li said to prepare for the funeral..."
"...it's Dr. Li again. He was the one who said that Mrs. Chen couldn't be cured last time, and it's him this time too, but Mrs. Cheng was cured..."
"...Could it be that Dr. Li is dying..."
"...Or maybe Dr. Li colluded with Mrs. Cheng?"
As the topic suddenly turned to him, Dr. Li coughed heavily as he entered.
The small officials chatting outside the imperial doctor's bureau were like birds and beasts.
"I don't believe it anymore." Doctor Li said, "Let's go, let's go to Tong's house."
There are many people who want to go to Tong's house at this moment, but Tong's house is closed to all visitors, and no one is allowed in except close relatives, except of course Dr. Li.
"If Mr. Li hadn't always taken good care of him, would my father have been in danger this time?" the Tong family members said sincerely.
As a close minister of the emperor, and accustomed to writing beautiful articles, saying good things was a matter of course for the Tong family.
Never have too many good words.
"Is this what Mrs. Cheng said?" Doctor Li looked at them suspiciously and asked.
The Tong family members nodded without hesitation.
"Nonsense." Dr. Li snorted, "It's weird that she would say something like that."
Although he was very curious about her diagnosis and treatment, Dr. Li followed the doctor's rule of avoidance and only met Mrs. Cheng a few times at the Chen family.
However, some people's temperament can be known by just one sentence.
That lady praises others? Absolutely not.
Ignoring what the Tong family said, he went straight to see Mr. Tong.
The only female family members in the house were Mrs. Tong and a concubine who took care of her carefully.
As the only woman in the house besides the mistress, the concubine didn't feel any sense of hard work.
Look outside, there are many women who want to enjoy this kind of hard work, but only you have the qualification.
From then on, she was the most important person to the master and his wife, and she was the person who was very kind to the master in bringing him back to life. Even if the master returns to life a hundred years later, no one will sell her, and they will provide for her well.
The beautiful concubine knelt in front of the bed, unable to hold back her tears. The tears at this time were different from yesterday, they were tears of joy.
"Master Li is here." Mrs. Tong said, motioning to the concubine to get out of the way.
Doctor Li quickly walked to the bed and lowered his head to check.
Tong Neihan's face was pale and he seemed to be awake but not awake. Dr. Li checked his pulse and looked at his mouth and tongue.
"It's really amazing." He said to himself.
"Sir, how are you?" Madam Tong asked tremblingly.
That Mrs. Cheng was really weird. She didn't ask her family before and after the diagnosis and treatment. She only asked them to carry the person away and gave her a jar of medicine. She didn't explain anything else.
"My life is safe." Dr. Li said, "I will take care of myself for a while longer."
"That's great, ma'am." The beautiful concubine cried with joy, "Master Li said it was impossible to save him, but he said he was right. The master is fine."
What are you talking about? Doctor Li's face turned dark. (To be continued)
