C7

"Bastard!"

The old mistress' hand shook and the tea in her hand was swept to the ground. Fortunately, there was a thick cashmere carpet; it only produced a gurgling sound and did not shatter.

"You bitch! You really are an ominous person that came out of a coffin. How dare you tease Grandmother?" Ninth Miss was elated as she thought that Mu Bing Yue was going to be unlucky this time. She quickly took the initiative and stood up to berate Mu Bing Yue.

"I don't understand Xiao Jiu's words. How did I become a tease when I was treating Grandmother?" Mu Bingyue asked innocently, as if she really didn't understand.

"Stop pretending to be stupid. What is this coroner doing?" It's for the dead, you... "As the Seventh Miss of the House of the General, not only did you fail to get a cold like this, you even dare to treat your grandmother, the living ancestor. Aren't you trying to bring bad luck to your grandmother and cursing her for having long been happy?" Ninth Miss was filled with righteous indignation, defending the madame.

Mu Bingyue's almond-shaped eyes widened as she looked at the Ninth Miss in astonishment, "Are you cursing the old lady for her death and for being cut open?"

"You … It's obviously you! " Ninth Miss was stunned.

"But I didn't say anything. Xiao Jiu, I'm only treating the madame. You're the one who said it!" Mu Bingyue cried out in injustice, "Old madam, even though my master is an autopsy … No, it's a coroner, but if we can investigate the case with our two hands, we can save him! Grandmother, you can send someone to find out more about the patients in the village. Since I graduated two years ago, which one of them was not cured by me? "

"You … Is that true? " Although she felt very unlucky, Mu Bingyue's words about her sickness and symptoms were accurate. She had just returned from the countryside, so it was impossible for her to find out about her illness from her trusted aides. Even the few young misses in the manor couldn't find out about it, let alone Mu Bing Yue.

Maybe the heavens wanted to relieve her pain?

"Of course it's true." Mu Bingyue nodded.

"Grandmother, you can't joke about your body." Ninth Miss said quickly.

"Alright, let's wait for the imperial physician to look at everything first!" The old mistress' face darkened as she said coldly.

She wouldn't believe a granddaughter she had never met, but she didn't mind trying.

Ninth Miss snorted and glared furiously at Mu Bingyue, but didn't dare to say anything else.

On the other hand, Mu Bingyue was much more assured as she calmly sat there.

An hour later, the servant woman outside reported in a low voice to the madame, "Madam, the royal doctors said that the prescription is very ripe and that all the ingredients are safe, but..." They have never heard of 'diabetes', but the royal physicians have said that this medicine would do no good to the madame's illness, and would not harm her. "

The old mistress heaved a sigh of relief. As long as it was harmless, she could give it a try. She said to Mu Bingyue, "Xiao Qi, you have just arrived at the mansion and haven't arranged a place for you to rest. How about this, you will stay here for the next few days.

Mu Bing Yue pretended that she didn't understand as she obediently said: "I will listen to the madame's arrangements."

As long as the madame was willing to take her medicine, her first step in the Mu family would be to stand firm.

After returning to her room to wash up, Mu Bingyue took a nap. During dinner, she gave the madame another pulse before returning to take an early rest.

On one side, Mu Bingyue was sleeping soundly, on the other side, it was the complete opposite for the Qing Ling Royal Mansion.

The sky had already turned completely dark, but the lights in the Mansion of the Duke Qing Ling were still as bright as day.

Countless royal doctors and famous doctors from the capital were coming in and out of the king's bedroom, all with nervous expressions on their faces.