Zhuang Xiaoyu understood, and said in a low voice: "Nurse, go and watch at the door, I have something to say to Dr. Zhong."

The nurse stood guard at the door to see if anyone was coming.

Zhuang Xiaoyu took a spoonful of porridge and fed it into Zhuang Huaisen's mouth, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Miss, the back of the hand was burnt too badly. I can't tell if it was scratched by the nails, but there was an inconspicuous scratch on the back of the middle finger, which was scratched by the fingernails. The position of the wrist , was covered by the cuff of the jacket, and it seems to be injured, but Master Qingyun didn't intend to show the old man..." Dr. Zhong wondered: "It's just that the old man looked around, and there are candlesticks everywhere in Master Qingyun's house. ..."

"Not only are there candlesticks everywhere in the house, but according to Master Qingyun's cautious temperament, he would never put oil lamps on the desk..."

Burned by lamp oil, burned by fire, maybe it was to cover up the scratch marks on the back of his hand from Yusha.

Otherwise, I really can't figure out why Yu Sui's fingernails were cut neatly.

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't intend to see the truth at once, and asked again: "How is my father?"

"The poison has penetrated into the bone marrow, and I belong to the commanding officer. I have no choice but to live a day." Dr. Zhong looked at the man who was having trouble swallowing porridge, his eyes were cold, without any pity or pity.

But looking at Zhuang Xiaoyu's appearance, Doctor Zhong silently swallowed more vicious words into his stomach, without saying a word.

Zhuang Xiaoyu asked again: "I heard that you have been dispensing medicines in the pharmacy these days, right?"

"Yes." Dr. Zhong said frankly: "The substitute priest's body has almost recuperated, and now it's time to prepare the rest of the medicine. After taking these medicines, Missy, you may be pregnant."

Zhuang Xiaoyu sneered: "I'm already planning to adopt Min Huizhu's child, and it doesn't matter to me whether I'm pregnant or not."

Besides, she has already reached such a level with Qin Wuyan, what else is there to be entangled with?

It's nothing more than dragging time and waiting for the day when the truth will be completely revealed.

Zhuang Huaisen took a few mouthfuls and refused to eat. Zhuang Xiaoyu put the porridge bowl on the table, and the nurse whispered: "Miss, the butler is here."

Zhuang Xiaoyu wiped the juice from the corners of Zhuang Huaisen's lips with a handkerchief: "Let the old man come in."

The housekeeper hurriedly walked up to Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Miss, it's bad, the child is gone!"

"What child is missing?"

"The child you planned to adopt is gone, and was killed by Min Huizhu himself..."



The more Min Huizhu thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that what Zhuang Xiaoyu said seemed to be true, and it was simply to annoy her.

After thinking about it, she explained to Min Hang and went to Zhuangzi with "Qin Jue" in her arms.

Seeing Min Huizhu's sudden arrival, the guards inside were a little caught off guard and stopped her: "The acting priest has been in the priest's residence for the past few days, and has never been to Zhuangzi."

Min Huizhu hugged the child to meet the saber and broadsword in the guard's hand: "In this case, why don't you ask the priests to come to see me? If he still wants to take the child back to the priest's mansion, he can come to my bedroom tonight." A trip..."

She was holding the infant child in her arms, wandering back and forth in the village, walking around.

The guards didn't know, so they whispered, not knowing what to do: "What should I do? Should I inform the priest?"

"Yes, she threatened us with a child, and we can't bear it if something happens to the child."