Chapter 4345

Zhuang Xiaoyu was waiting in the carriage. Thinking of what Dr. Zhong said, her heart felt chills. Ah Yan had always hoped that she would get pregnant soon, so it was impossible for her to take those medicines on her own initiative. Presumably those medicines should have been forced by her father and brother back then. Give him something to eat.

Originally thought that Ah Yan's life experience was the same as what the butcher said, but it turned out that Ah Yan's elder brother and younger brother died of starvation, and it was not the fault of the Zhuang family.

That being the case, those past doubts were resolved one by one.

After waiting for a short time, the wet nurse brought Xue Zhong over. Zhuang Xiaoyu lifted the curtain and took a look outside, and saw that after tidying up, Xue Zhong looked like a human being, unlike the slovenly appearance just now. If there are two people.

After so many years, all the old people in the mansion have been devolved to Zhuangzi. Except for the housekeeper who stayed in the mansion for a long time, only the wet nurse is from the mother's side. No one should recognize Xue Zhong's identity up.

The wet nurse got into the carriage, urged the coachman to set off, and brought the people back to the priest's mansion.

The housekeeper heard that the eldest lady had brought someone back, so he came over to take a look in person, and the nurse arranged Xue Zhong in a secluded courtyard next to Zhuang Xiaoyu's.

The butler stared at Xue Zhong's face for a long time, then narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.

The guard rushed over, "Housekeeper, it's not good, the high priest seems to be dying."

The butler's eyelids twitched, and he immediately raised his heels to follow. The wet nurse heard this, and before she had time to think, she dragged Xue Zhong to the front yard.

Zhuang Xiaoyu sat on the side of the bed, looking at Zhuang Huaisen, who was exhaling more and less inhaling, with tears in his eyes, the witch doctor shook his head and sighed: "Madam, I am helpless, let's prepare for the funeral."

The nurse just arrived with Xue Zhong.

Xue Zhong glanced at the person lying on the bed, squeezed away the witch doctors who were gathered together, approached the bed, and said in a low voice: "Miss, let this old slave try it."

Zhuang Xiaoyu quickly stepped aside and let Xue Zhong step forward.

The witch doctor stopped him: "Who are you?"

Before Xue Zhong could reply, Zhuang Xiaoyu said, "This Doctor Zhong is a doctor specially invited by my wife from outside."

When the witch doctors heard this, they immediately panicked. After looking at each other, one of the witch doctors stepped forward: "Madam, we have been taking care of the high priest's body. If an outsider is rashly diagnosed, he will know nothing about the high priest's physical condition." I know...if there is an eventuality..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her eyelids, and gave him a look: "You said that my father can't be saved, let me prepare for the funeral, where else can I go?

Is it just in case Dr. Zhong saves you and hits you in the face? "

Witch Doctor: "..."

The witch doctors knelt on the ground one after another: "Ma'am, you have spoken too seriously, and this old man is terrified!"

Zhuang Xiaoyu waved his hand and drove all the restless and kind-hearted fools out of the bedroom.

The butler stood in the corner, staring at Xue Zhong's actions for a moment, and saw that man stepped forward, rolled Zhuang Huaisen's eyelids, opened Zhuang Huaisen's jaw, and looked at Zhuang Huaisen's tongue coating and mouth.

Finally, he looked at Zhuang Huaisen's fingernails before putting his fingertips on Zhuang Huaisen's pulse.

At the end, he suddenly took out a knife from his pocket and cut a bit on Zhuang Huaisen's wrist. A few silver needles fell on Zhuang Huaisen's wrist, and Cheng Liang's silver needle quickly turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.. ....

Zhuang Xiaoyu turned pale with shock: "Is my father poisoned?"

After Zhuang Huaisen's blood dripped out of a small bowl, Xue Zhong tied up Zhuang Huaisen's wound, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, shook his head and said, "It's not what you think, Miss, it's a medicine that's 30% poisonous, the high priest just Taking too many medicines, toxins accumulate in the body and cannot be excreted..."