Chapter 4467

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the wound with blisters on it, and frowned: "It's so serious, why don't you bandage it?"

Zhuang Qingyun smiled: "It's just a small injury, it doesn't matter if it's bandaged or not. The witch doctor said that after bandaging, I'm afraid the blisters will burst, and the wound will fester even worse."

Zhuang Xiaoyu put down the ointment in his hand, "I don't know if this ointment is useful..."

"Thank you Madam for your kindness!"

After sending Zhuang Xiaoyu out, Zhuang Qingyun looked back at the ointment on the table and let out a long sigh of relief. He continued to lift up the sleeve robe, revealing the nail scratch marks on his arm...

Zhuang Xiaoyu went back to the bedroom in a daze, but seeing that there was no one there, she asked the nurse, "Is Ah Yan still in the study?"

"Young master has something to go out." The nanny sighed, "At this time, it would be great if the young master was by your side, and there is another person who knows the hot and the cold by Miss's side..."

Hearing this, Zhuang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and said, "Let Dr. Zhong come over and take my pulse. I have something to ask him."

The nurse responded, and staggered out of the bedroom, as if she had aged ten years.

Zhuang Xiaoyu sat by the window in a daze, looking at the potted plants in the yard and the peach and plum trees with fallen leaves, thinking that these flowers and plants were all planted with broken jade, and the person who stood alive in front of her yesterday became a person today. The skeleton was buried in the ground forever, and I couldn't stop a burst of grief in my heart, and tears fell down again.

When Dr. Zhong came over with the medicine bag, he saw Zhuang Xiaoyu wiping his eyes, crying silently.

Doctor Zhong sighed, walked in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, and called softly, "Miss."

Zhuang Xiaoyu turned her head, "Doctor Zhong, if the back of a person's hand is first scratched by nails and then burned, can you see the marks?"

Dr. Zhong paused, "That depends on the severity of the burn."

Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded: "Master Qingyun suffered burns on the back of his hand, you can check on him later, and say that I asked you to look at it."

Dr. Zhong stretched out his hand: "Miss, this old slave will give you a pulse."

Zhuang Xiaoyu put his wrist on the table, "You were also in the mourning hall before Yu Sui was buried, did you see anything strange?"

Dr. Zhong deliberated and said, "If a person really wants to die, the traces of being strangled by Bai Ling are not like that."

Doctor Zhong gestured with his other hand on the neck: "The mark on Miss Yu Sui's neck is from here to here, but when ordinary people hang themselves, the marks on the neck are from the back...

Judging from my experience, if my guess is correct, Miss Yu Sui is more likely to be hung on the roof beam after death..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu lowered her eyes and dug her nails into her palm: "What else?"

"Miss, you let me stay in the wing, I didn't find the nail shells that Miss Yu Sui cut off..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her hand to support her forehead: "The door was knocked open by Asparagus bamboo from the outside, and there is no trace of others hiding in the room, who in this priest's house has such a great hatred for Yu Sui, and wants to kill her silently?

The nurse said that she asked Yu Sui to bring ginseng soup to A Yan last night, and it was not too early after all, she thought Yu Sui had returned to the wing, so she ignored it.

Wen Zhu and Yu Sui couldn't see each other the night before they got married, and they endured not coming to see Yu Sui.

The guards guarding the courtyard said that Yu Sui went back to the wing room after delivering the ginseng soup, closed the door, and never went out again..."

Dr. Zhong withdrew his finger: "Miss, you are too worried, you have become sick from worry, if you continue like this, your body will become weaker day by day...

The old man has also looked at it, the windows are closed from the inside, and we can't find any clues, maybe we are thinking too much..."