The witch doctor's face turned pale with fright, and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I know about it."
Zhuang Qingyun warned: "This matter is rotten in my stomach. When I came to the high priest, I only said that the eldest lady was frail and froze. Now that the wind and cold are entering her body, she needs to rest for a few more days to get better."
"Yes yes yes." The witch doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Zhuang Qingyun changed the subject and asked again: "How is the high priest's leg?"
"The high priest's bone-eating poison has penetrated into the bone marrow, and he is in pain every day. There is a way to stop the poison from spreading. As long as you give the order, Master Qingyun, I will let him die from the poison or stop the poison from spreading according to your order. "
"If the bone erosion poison continues to spread, how long can he live?"
"It will take half a year at the fastest, and almost two years at the slowest." The witch doctor pinched his fingers and counted the days: "Now the poison has spread for several months, and the bones are hurting day and night, and the pain is unbearable. , will go crazy, can't control the temper, be agitated, like to curse people and throw things, if it takes a while, I'm afraid I can't wait to hit my head to death, so I can get rid of the pain as soon as possible."
A smile slowly emerged from the corner of Zhuang Qingyun's lips: "Relieve the pain as soon as possible? How can I let him relieve the pain as soon as possible?
He should live every day, for a long time, and life tortured by this kind of pain would be better than death. "
The man's gentle and handsome face was covered with bone-eating hatred, a faint light of water appeared in his beautiful eyes, his fists were clenched, his teeth were clenched, and his fingertips were pinched into his palms.
The witch doctor reminded: "Young Master Qingyun, we are almost at the front yard, let's go in."
The emotion on Zhuang Qingyun's face calmed down in an instant, and he led the witch doctor slowly into the courtyard and stepped up the steps...
When Zhuang Huaisen heard that Zhuang Xiaoyu had contracted the cold, he was very anxious, and when he heard that Zhuang Xiaoyu would be fine, he felt a little more at ease.
He grabbed the teacup in his hand and threw it at the witch doctor: "It's useless, you can't do anything about this priest's legs, and if you can't cure Xiao Yu's wind and cold, this priest will chop off your head. "
The witch doctor was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and dared not make a sound.
Zhuang Qingyun intentionally or unintentionally stood in front of the witch doctor, blocked Zhuang Huaisen's eyes, and persuaded: "Why is the high priest so angry, people eat whole grains without a body made of iron, the young lady is very filial, and she comes here every day to take care of the old lady Priest, you probably fell ill because you were too tired.
On the contrary, the eldest and second young masters have gone to some unknown place, and they have been missing these days.
The high priest, the eldest young master and the second young master have never left the priest's mansion for so long. Should I ask Vice Commander Zhang to lead people out and find them back?
It would be bad if something happened outside. "
Zhuang Huaisen's eyes flickered when he heard the words, and he vetoed: "No, you just need to take care of the things in the house, and you don't need to worry about other things.
They are also grown-ups, and they have a sense of proportion in what they do. After going out for so long, they may be able to come back after waiting a few days. "
Zhuang Qingyun lowered his eyes, "What the high priest said is true, so I feel at ease."
Zhuang Qingyun looked sideways at the witch doctor kneeling behind him, and pretended to reprimand: "Is it obstructing the high priest's eyes if you are still stuck here? Hurry up and back down."
The witch doctor gave Zhuang Qingyun a grateful look, twisted the medicine box and hurried out of the bedroom.
Zhuang Huaisen waved his hand at Zhuang Qingyun: "You go out too, this priest is quiet for a while."
Zhuang Qingyun tucked in the quilt, refilled a cup of tea and put it on the bedside table, walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door behind him...