"The dust is blowing into the eyes. It's only autumn, why is it so cold?" Zhuang Xiaoyu sniffed, tightened her cloak, turned around slowly, and walked towards the front yard step by step, whispering: " That’s right, being alive may not be a good thing, and death may be a relief, not necessarily a bad thing.”

Doctor Zhong couldn't bear to continue listening.

Zhuang Xiaoyu took the nurse and Dr. Zhong to the front yard, but saw that Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Qingyun were also beside Zhuang Huaisen's bed, and there were two guards guarding the bed.

Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyu coming in, Zhuang Huaisen's muddy pupils became brighter.

When Zhuang Xiaoyu met Zhuang Huaisen's gaze, he knew that Zhuang Huaisen recognized him.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Zhuang Huaisen's throat was full of phlegm, and his speech was a little slurred, but he could still distinguish the meaning of the words: "Xiao Yu, come here, we father and daughter talk alone."

Zhuang Xiaoyu stepped forward quickly, squeezed Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Qingyun who were standing in front of her, sat on the side of the bed, held Zhuang Huaisen's hand, and chased them away: "Ayan, Master Qingyun, my father wants to talk to me alone Talk, you guys avoid it."

Qin Wuyan paused in place, "Xiao Yu..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu interrupted Qin Wuyan and shouted: "Doctor Zhong, you stay!"

Dr. Zhong twisted the medical bag and came forward, and said in a respectful tone, "Miss, do you need me to feel the high priest's pulse?"

Hearing Dr. Zhong call Zhuang Xiaoyu "Miss" instead of "Madame", Qin Wuyan narrowed his eyes, looked at Dr. Zhong a few more times, finally turned around, and led Zhuang Qingyun out of the bedroom.

Zhuang Qingyun followed Qin Wuyan, and said anxiously: "Wuyan, that old man suddenly woke up because of the backlight, so he won't tell Madam anything, right?

Madame doesn't know anything now, if she listens to Zhuang Huaisen's words and knows everything, what should she do? "

Qin Wuyan's pupils were deep, and there was a dark light at the bottom of his eyes: "She is so indifferent to this seat, it may not be ignorant of everything."

Zhuang Qingyun was surprised: "Isn't everything under our control, how could she..."

"That Doctor Zhong, who do you think belongs to?"

"Of course he belongs to you. You brought him into the priest's mansion, and you arranged someone to protect him in the Min mansion. If you hadn't protected him everywhere, he would have been kicked out of the priest's mansion by his wife and wandered to the Min mansion. Maybe He died in the Min Mansion a long time ago." Zhuang Qingyun said confidently: "And this Doctor Zhong, I have also investigated his background, more than ten years ago in the alley of Huajie, he gave those women who had a secret disease Seeing a doctor, based on this calculation, he and his wife should never have contact..."

Qin Wuyan's eyes became darker, "Send someone to watch him secretly, and check if there are any confidantes in the mansion who were kicked out of the mansion because of the death of the previous priest's wife more than ten years ago... ..."

An irrelevant doctor should not look at Zhuang Xiaoyu with distress and pity. It is the care that elders should have when looking at younger generations. All hypocrisy can be disguised, but the eyes that are inadvertently looking at each other are deceitful. Inhuman.

If Dr. Zhong belongs to Zhuang Xiaoyu, then...Qin Wuyan dare not continue thinking about it.

I hope his intuition just now was wrong, he was overthinking.

Zhuang Qingyun thought it was inconceivable, but seeing Qin Wuyan's solemn expression, his thoughts changed slightly, and he immediately went to the housekeeper...

In the bedroom.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at Zhuang Huaisen with teary eyes: "Father, did you recognize me?"

"Xiao Yu." Zhuang Huaisen wanted to hold Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand tightly, but he couldn't exert any strength. He gasped for a while before asking: "Let Ming Hao and Ming Yan come here too."