Zhao Xiumei couldn't help it. She must seize the handle of the dead girl.
She doesn't care if she wants to open the door.
"You're just a medical student. What disease can you cure? You don't have to go to the hospital quickly. If you delay your illness, can you afford to lose one life?"
She found the door locked from the inside. The dead girl might be doing something shady inside.
"He's all right. We're all married. Can't we be alone for a while?"
LAN Enron opened the door and said confidently.
"I don't know what to do in a room. Don't insult the reputation of the blue family."
Zhao Xiumei is still reluctant.
"Mom! Jin Rong is ill now. They are married again. What can they do at the blue house?"
LAN Tingyun believes that her daughter is a sensible and black-and-white person.
"Maybe."
Zhao Xiumei snorted coldly and stretched her head to explore the situation inside. LAN Enron blocked his sight and smiled.
"Grandma, don't worry. He's fine. Please call an ambulance."
She finished and closed the door.
Mo Jinrong's illness has stabilized temporarily. LAN Enron understands the general situation. There are no gray pills around her. For the time being, she can only use incense instead, but she still needs to be sent to the hospital.
"In that case, what do you do at home? If you die at home..."
Xu Yanshan turned her eyes and stopped talking.
She doesn't want to live in a house where people have died.
"Mrs. Xu, you still have to leave a third room to speak as a man. My young master has no fate or hatred with you. You don't have to curse him?"
Mo San couldn't listen and retorted.
"Yo, housekeeper Mo used to be arrogant when you were a young master, so I won't say it. Now your identity has been announced. What is the qualification of a mere housekeeper to say such words to me? Your young master is very lucky. He once killed five wives. I can't achieve it even if I curse him, can you?"
Xu Yanshan said with a smile. Lan Ya's heart pulled her clothes.
"Mom, stop talking."
LAN Yaxin feels that the ink housekeeper can't offend. Although he is not Mo Jinrong, if she succeeds, she will marry the Mohist family and become a young grandmother. She still needs to have a good relationship with the Mohist family. She doesn't want to live in a rich family in deep water.
LAN Enron inside gave Mo Jinrong a pulse again. After making sure he was all right for the time being, he opened the door and waited for the doctor to come.
"My aunt still keeps her mouth open. If Jin Rong has any bad luck, it's my aunt's sin."
LAN Enron smiled.
At this time, LAN Tingyun came up to check Mo Jinrong's condition.
"Enron, what's going on? Did you know that he was ill long ago?"
LAN Tingyun looked at Mo Jinrong's face, which was better than just now. After touching his pulse to make sure it was all right, his eyebrows gradually stretched.
"Dad, his disease is an old problem. There is no great danger to his life. Don't worry. The doctor will come later."
LAN Enron was really relieved. It seems that Mo Jinrong's disease is not on Mo Ying, but a man called Mo Shengli.
"Your child is ill. Why don't you tell us? If I had known this, I wouldn't have let you marry him."
LAN Tingyun complained that he didn't want his daughter to become a widow.
"Mr. LAN, my young master has had this since childhood, but it is not contagious and will not deteriorate. Don't worry. We didn't tell anyone before. Today's sudden onset is an accident. Just go to the hospital and have a rest."
Mo San said.
LAN Tingyun just wanted to speak. The ambulance came to the door. Several doctors came in and carried Mo Jinrong away.
"Mom and Dad, I'll follow you first. You don't have to worry."
LAN Enron comforted them and Mo San to get on the bus.
The LAN Tingyun behind him sighed and frowned imperceptibly.
"How did the young body become like this? The Mohist school is too unkind. If it had been like this, I would never have let her marry."
Zhao Xiumei played the retreat drum. She pulled Xu Yanshan aside and whispered.
"Mo Jin tolerates this kind of disease. She can't tell if it will kill him one day. If Yaxin marries, she will become a living widow one day. She is young. What can she do? Or..."
Xu Yanshan seems to have already thought out the countermeasures. She smiled indifferently.
"Mom, don't worry. If Mo Jinrong is gone, it's better. The property of the Mohist family is not all Yaxin. If one day she conceives a man and a half, even if he's gone, Yaxin is also a proper rich woman. Isn't everything of the Mohist family her and her children?"
Zhao Xiumei thought it was the same. If Mo Jinrong died of illness, the property was LAN Yaxin's, and they could get a little light. It seemed to be good for them to think of it.
"Yaxin, Mo Jinrong is ill, but you have a good chance to show yourself. Now go and cook some porridge and send it to Mo Jinrong."
Xu Yanshan smiled.
……
In the car.
Mo Jinrong was lying on the stretcher with an oxygen mask.
"Miss LAN, young master, is he all right?"
LAN Enron shook his head and smiled.
"Don't worry, his situation has been much better. Now his crux is not Mo Ying."
Mo San was puzzled. It seemed that he had other business. He looked up and asked.
"Miss LAN, what does this mean? It seems that every time the young master gets sick, Miss LAN is around, and after closing the door for cure for a period of time, the young master's situation is much better immediately. I wonder if Miss LAN has any panacea? If I get it, I don't have to bother Miss LAN any more."
"Nothing. It's just Tuzi taught by my neighbor when I was in the countryside. I'm Jinrong's wife. It's a matter of course. I just don't understand one thing. Has the Mexican housekeeper been in the Mohist family for nearly twenty or thirty years?"
LAN Enron asked.
"Of course, it's been about 20 years. If Miss LAN has anything to say, I'll help as long as I can help the young master."
Mo San could see that she seemed to have some questions she didn't know whether to ask.
"Do you know Mo Shengli?"
Mo San was stunned when he heard the name and looked up at LAN Enron.
How did she know this man?
He had almost forgotten that man in Mohist school these years. LAN Enron suddenly mentioned it, and he seemed to remember it again.
"Miss LAN, how do you know this name?"
Mo San asked curiously.
"Nothing. Just now I heard Jin Rong mutter occasionally. The name is just a little curious."
Mo San nodded and seemed to dispel his concerns. He thought and smiled.
"I think I should ask the old lady about it. After all, I'm a housekeeper. It's inconvenient to say something. I can only say that it's strange, that's all."
Mo San's words made LAN Enron more curious.