There was silence in the room for a long time, and the night gradually enveloped the room. Neither of them lit a lamp.
"Your Highness."
Someone called softly outside the door.
"Your Highness, it's time to go back." Doctor Li said, lighting the lamps on several desks and taking out a porcelain bottle for him.
Since we are here to see the imperial doctor, we naturally cannot go back empty-handed.
Prince Jin'an stretched out his hand to take it, turned around and walked out.
The mid-autumn night was already a bit chilly, and walking on the road lined with tall palaces became increasingly bleak.
"She was stimulated, confused and confused."
"It sounds ridiculous, but this kind of heart disease is the most difficult to treat, and medicine and stone are ineffective."
"She keeps asking me who I am. It shows that her mind is trapped. It's like a person trapped in a room. The cognition is still there, but he can't come out..."
Prince Jin'an suddenly stopped.
The waiters in front and behind didn't know why and hurriedly stopped.
"I know." He said.
"Your Highness, what do you know?" the chamberlain asked in confusion.
Prince Jin'an ignored them and laughed.
"I know, I know." He said, holding hands with some excitement and repeating this sentence, "I know."
I know, I know, I know how I might be able to help her!
He raised his feet and walked quickly, faster and faster, and finally started running. As he ran in the night, his cloak fluttered like a big bird flying with wings.
A woman from the Cheng family in Yudaiqiao fell ill. To the capital, it was as silent as a pebble thrown into water.
In Taiping Juli, people are still coming and going, and the Taiping tofu transported to Puxiu Temple has just been loaded on the truck and sent away.
"It seems that the lady is very wise not to interfere in the affairs of the store." The maid said, "She has never been here, and she has never been here, so even if she is not here now, it will be okay."
"Don't worry, Miss Banqin, there are rules and regulations, and the store is running very well." Shopkeeper Wu said, "Although I'm not here, Li Dashao is, and the new shopkeeper is also someone I can trust."
The maid nodded.
Someone knocked lightly on the door, opened the door, and the current shopkeeper of Taipingju came in.
"This is this month's account book, please take a look at it, girl." The shopkeeper said with a somewhat respectful smile and pushed the account book over.
"Okay, go ahead and get busy." Shopkeeper Wu nodded and said with a smile.
The shopkeeper bowed and resigned.
"Miss Banqin, take a look." Shopkeeper Wu pushed the account book to the maid.
The maid looked at the account book in front of her. She used to read volumes of poems and essays with the old man. This was the first time for such an account book.
"Miss Banqin, let me teach you." Shopkeeper Wu said.
The maid nodded and reached out to pick up the account book.
It's just a matter of learning. What's there to be afraid of? Wasn't she illiterate at the beginning? She learned it slowly.
"How is she today?"
Mr. Zhou walked into the hall and asked Mrs. Zhou who was sitting and drinking tea.
"They came back and said it was still like that," Mrs. Zhou said.
Mr. Zhou frowned slightly.
"Them? You didn't go?" he asked, sitting down.
The maid holds tea.
"It's like that anyway, it's useless if I go." Mrs. Zhou said lazily.
Mr. Zhou sighed.
"It's been so many days," he said, "how come no doctor can do anything?"
"It's not surprising. After all, dementia is congenital, so how can it be said that it will be cured?" Mrs. Zhou said, while slowly drinking tea.
"So, are you a fool again?" Mr. Zhou said, picking up the tea but putting it down in no mood to eat.
"It seems so at the moment," Mrs. Zhou said. "Mrs. Chen asked Dr. Li, but they all said they couldn't save her."
"What the hell is this! We have been stupid for so many years, and we have been suffering from it. Suddenly we got better, and we got into a lot of trouble again. It was so easy to be relieved, but we became stupid again!" Mr. Zhou clapped his legs and said, "God, what's going on?
My Zhou family can’t get through it!”
"I have long said that she is a scumbag." Mrs. Zhou said, and put down the tea bowl when she thought of something. "My dear lady, she is sick. There is a medical clinic in the Taiping Residence of Shenxianju. You can take a look at these."
Shenxianju Taipingju Medical Center!
Yes, there are so many industries!
Make money every day!
Mr. Zhou stood up in a panic, but accidentally knocked over the tea bowl in front of him.
The maid was busy wiping, and Master Zhou was shaking his clothes.
"Yes, yes, that's all her property." He said, "I was just worried about her illness and forgot about it. No one was watching. Don't let the people in the store take the money and run away! I'm
Just go check it out!”
After he finished speaking, he hurriedly walked out.
"Clothes, clothes." Mrs. Zhou shouted from behind.
Mr. Zhou finally came to his senses and turned around. Mrs. Zhou hurriedly went to pick out clothes for him and sent him out.
The maid held the account book and frowned for a long time.
"Can't you understand again?" Banqin turned around and asked.
The maid nodded, picked up the pen and sketched a few strokes on the side.
"Oh, it still doesn't work. I have to ask shopkeeper Wu again." She said, smiling slightly and looking at the couch, "I wonder if my wife can check the accounts?"
The woman on the couch was lying quietly, the clothes on her body were changed by Banqin, and she was being carefully turned over by Banqin.
"My lady will definitely do it," Banqin said with a little pride.
"Yes, Madam said that besides composing poetry, she can do everything." The maid said, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang, "But I can learn it without Madam's guidance."
While talking, I thought of something and smiled happily.
"Hey, Banqin, when the lady wakes up, don't tell her that I can read the account books, or you will scare her."
Banqin chuckled and combed Cheng Jiaoniang's hair.
"Do you think it can scare the lady?" she asked.
What in this world can scare a lady?
Cheng Jiaoniang's unchanging and dull face appeared in front of both of them.
She probably just said "oh" when the sky fell.
Both of them looked at Cheng Jiaoniang who was lying on the couch. The woman with her eyes closed had a soft face at this time.
The maid picked up the account book and got up and went out.
Banqin knew that she had gone outside to shed tears. She lowered her head and shed two tears, took a deep breath, and then combed her hair.
Brother Jin's shouts came from the yard.
"Sister Banqin, sister Banqin, shopkeeper Wu wants you to come over quickly. Someone is making trouble in the restaurant."
Although they are both Banqin, Banqin knows that this person is not calling him.
There were footsteps in the corridor, and next door there was the sound of a maid washing and changing clothes. There was no rush or irritation, but a slow and steady process.
"Brother Jin, look after your home."
A moment later, the maid's voice sounded outside the door, and along with Brother Jin's response, the sound of footsteps faded away.
Banqin lowered his head, put down the comb, and began to massage Cheng Jiaoniang's body.
This is what Dr. Li explained. People who are bedridden are prone to bed sores, so they must be turned over and massaged in time.
I can't do anything else, all I can do is serve my wife, and she must do the same well.
"You ask me who I am? Why are you pretending to be confused!"
The sudden male voice in the usually quiet Shenxianju made everyone in the hall couldn't help but look over. They couldn't imagine how there could be such a loud voice across the box. You can imagine how loud the people in the box were talking.
.
"Master Zhou."
The maid closed the door and looked at Mr. Zhou who was looking angry in the room.
"Okay, you're here. Come, tell him who I am." Mr. Zhou said, looking at Shopkeeper Wu, "Also, after you find out, you can get out."
"Master Zhou, what are you doing here?" The maid did not answer, but asked.
"Of course I'm looking after the store." Mr. Zhou frowned and said, patting his leg, "Bring the account books quickly. Jiaojiao'er has been ill for several days. Is the store in a mess?"
He looked back at an old man.
"You can take a good look at the account book later."
The old man nodded in response.
"Master Zhou, you can't read this account book," the maid said.
"Why can't I watch?" Mr. Zhou looked at the maid and asked.
"This belongs to our wife," the maid said.
Mr. Zhou was neither anxious nor annoyed, and nodded.
"Yes, it belongs to your wife." He said, "Then do you know whose family your wife belongs to?"
The maidservant's expression changed and she said nothing.
Mr. Zhou shot several cases at once.
"It belongs to my family!" he shouted, looking at the maid with raised eyebrows, "My daughter is sick. I can't even see my daughter's property, but it is controlled by you two slaves. What do you want to do? Evil slave, rob
