Several elders of the Mu clan also couldn't understand and frowned.
Only Gu Fenglin raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Don't worry."
Mu Yunhan keenly captured the information in his words: "What do you know?"
Gu Fenglin whispered: "Didn't she show off to you just now? You kicked her in the abdomen, I'm afraid she thought you kicked her son to death."
Mu Yunhan pouted: "Are you sure she's not crazy? There's no worm in her head?"
How could anyone have a son so soon?
What a joke!
Wait... Mu Yunhan's expression changed slightly.
According to what she knew, it was almost impossible for a highly talented Mu woman to have an heir with a priest.
No priest's wife has ever been pregnant.
Why is Murong so sure that she and Gu Yilan will get pregnant after performing the Zhougong ceremony?
Unless... Murong has no talent at all!
Her blood is of no use at all!
Thinking about many things before, Mu Yunhan suddenly felt that things made sense.
Her guesses and her threats to Murong were all true!
She asked Gu Fenglin: "Do you feel anything is inappropriate?"
Gu Fenglin raised his eyebrows: "No, what's wrong?"
Mu Yunhan was vaguely disbelieving.
How could such a person who is good at strategizing and meticulous think of Murong's anomaly?
So, if he knew, why would he pretend not to know?
Cangsong hurriedly led the medical elder in. Gu Fenglin avoided her and stepped forward to greet him: "There is an old man here. His condition is very critical. Please help me take a look at him."
Even though the elders of the Mu family were very reluctant, they had no choice but to step forward and greet the medical elder.
After all, he is one of the elders of the Gu Presbyterian Church, and the interests of the two families are always tied together, so they cannot afford to offend him.
Xiaomi and others had already settled Fat Auntie and Hengniang in place. Mu Yunhan comforted them with a few words of warmth and followed everyone into the inner room.
Aunt Guihua lay quietly on the bed without making any sound, while the two Mu women stood by with worried expressions.
The elder doctor took his pulse, opened his eyelids, took a look, and sighed: "Get ready for the funeral."
Fat Aunt and Heng Niang suddenly started sobbing softly.
Gu Fenglin looked back at Mu Yunhan worriedly.
Mu Yunhan stood outside, looking at Aunt Guihua expressionlessly, without any anger in her body.
Realizing that he was looking at her, she raised her head and pursed her lips at him, then continued to lower her eyes and hands.
Gu Fenglin was very worried.
He implored the medical elder: "Is there no other way?"
The elder doctor said: "The patient is old and frail, and has been bedridden for a long time. First of all, the oil has run out, and the lamp is dry. Even if he has a good life, he will not survive the end of this year. Not to mention being tortured like this, suffering from cold, and even falling down?"
"
He pointed at Grandma Guihua's head and said, "It's probably blocked here. Don't be sad. It's a blessing to leave like this."
He inserted a silver needle into Grandma Guihua and said, "With any luck, the patient will probably wake up and regain her senses. You can seize the opportunity to ask her if she has any unfulfilled wishes."
"Thank you, elder."
A member of the Mu family looked at Mu Yunhan, then at Gu Fenglin, and said hypocritically: "There are two people over there who are injured. Can you please take a look at them together?"
He was talking about Fat Aunt and Heng Niang.
The medical elder did not think that Heng Niang was a lowly servant, so he readily showed it to the two of them and prescribed it.
"The skin and flesh injuries are relatively serious, but the internal injuries are fine. Take this prescription, and for external injuries, use the Shenxian Powder from the Medicinal Food Hall." (To be continued)