Chapter 246: Death

Qinglin Lane.

Before Zhuangzhuang pushed the door open and went in, he turned to look at Zhuang Shihan and asked cautiously, "Sister Fairy, is my face scary?"

Zhuang Shihan, who had been feeling uneasy all the way, only then realized that Zhuangzhuang's chubby face was covered in blood, and he looked hideous when he opened his mouth to speak.

She was startled and asked hurriedly, "Is this your mother's blood?"

Zhuangzhuang nodded hurriedly, but the movement was too big and pulled the wound, causing him to grimace in pain.

He jumped up and down, pointing to the door sill next to him, "It was knocked."

Zhuang Shihan lifted the hair from his forehead and couldn't help but gasp when she saw the wound clearly.

Doesn’t it hurt him with a wound as big as an egg yolk?

When she asked if it hurt, tears welled up in Zhuangzhuang's eyes. He pursed his lips and said, "It doesn't hurt. Mommy will stop hurting if I puff."

He endured the pain and wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, urging: "Goddess Fairy, please hurry up, Mother is still waiting for us."

Hearing the tender child's voice, Zhuang Shihan couldn't bear it and said softly, "Zhuangzhuang, go get some water and wash the blood off your face first, so your mother won't be upset when she sees it later."

When he heard that his mother would feel distressed, Zhuangzhuang nodded hurriedly.

He ran a few steps towards the water tank, then turned to look at Zhuang Shihan and said crisply, "Thank you, Fairy Sister."

Needless to say, this must have been taught to him by his mother.

While Zhuangzhuang was not paying attention, Zhuang Shihan hurried in with the medicine box.

My heart, which had been hanging high all the way, sank to the bottom in an instant when I saw the woman lying on the bed in the inner room with a deathly pale face.

She couldn't help but ask herself in her heart, is it still not possible?

Zhuang Shihan pinched her palms hard, forcing herself to calm down.

She looked back at the kitchen, closed the door and bolted it, then turned around and walked quickly to the bed.

The woman on the bed had a deathly pale face and her eyes were closed. The blanket covering her body did not move at all, and she looked as if she were dead.

"Sister Chunhua?" Zhuang Shihan called out tentatively, but there was no response from the other party.

Her outstretched fingers trembled slightly, and when she felt a faint breath under her nose, she almost cried with joy.

Fortunately, there is still breath.

As long as there is breath, there is still a way.

No matter what, no one should die at her hands.

Zhuang Shihan quickly opened the medicine box and took out the needle bag. When she was about to insert the needle, she suddenly remembered the scene she saw Doctor Li inserting the needle yesterday, and an idea moved her mind.

Shopkeeper Zhu should have died a few days ago. He couldn't even take medicine, but they managed to keep him alive for several days.

Perhaps the key lies in the acupuncture technique.

Carefully recalling what she had seen yesterday, Zhuang Shihan checked the pulse points one by one according to what Doctor Li had given her at the time, and found that the woman's pulse was slower than before.

Although the rhythm is slow, it is extremely steady.

Thinking of something, she couldn't help but smile, and murmured, "So that's what happened."

With the help of acupuncture, the patient's body is put into a low circulation state, and the patient's vital signs are maintained with the lowest energy consumption.

Just a small intake of calories can sustain your needs for a few days.

Who would have thought that these old fellows who were more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything actually had some real abilities.

No, not them...

Zhuang Shihan frowned, and the situation of that day came to her mind unconsciously.

An Yi was so anxious to stop her outside. Besides being afraid that she would hurt Song Yanxi, there must be other reasons.

Thinking carefully about the details, Zhuang Shihan's face became increasingly ugly.

She blurted out, "No, that's impossible."

How could it be Song Yanxi?

Xi Lin was also in the room, so he must be using the acupuncture techniques passed down from the Xi family's ancestors.

People all say how powerful the Xi family is. As a century-old medical family, it is normal for them to have some unique skills that are not passed on to others.

Thinking that Xi Lin had left today in a daze, but came back as if he had been injected with chicken blood, Zhuang Shihan couldn't help but sneer.

She sighed, "They say you shouldn't bully a friend's wife. This Xi guy is really too rude. He's a good brother to Prince Jin, but he even covets his woman."

Thinking that Song Yanxi was still nominally Lin Tingfeng's wife, she became even more furious.

He gritted his teeth and cursed, "I don't know what their fetishes are. They don't want good wives, but only like bland and boring wives. They are all perverts."

Zhuang Shihan was cursing so hard that she didn't notice that the woman lying on the bed had her eyelashes trembling slightly, clearly still conscious.

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"Have you looked carefully?" Song Yanxi stopped the furious An Yi and looked at Tian Shu with scrutiny in her eyes.

Just now, when Tian Shu was pestering An Yi to ride the Snow Dragon for a spin, his expression suddenly changed and he pointed at the horse's hoof and said, "This is it!"

An Yi covered his mouth directly and dragged him in front of Song Yanxi.

The field mouse swore confidently, "I saw it clearly. The horseshoe under the hoof of the horse that man was riding had exactly this pattern! There's no mistake!"

If Song Yanxi hadn't stopped him, An Yi would have rushed up and given him a good beating just based on his words.

"Why are you so fierce? Even if you kill me today, I won't change my words."

The more the field mouse thought about it, the angrier he became. He said with foam flying in his mouth, "I wasn't the only one who saw it. The old man also saw it very clearly and even drew it with a branch.

If you don't believe me, dig up his bones and ask him, and you will know whether I am real or not."

An Yi moved his wrist, making a "click" sound.

The field mouse shrank back in fear, rolled his eyes, and said hurriedly, "Anyone who went to the mass grave at that time must have seen horseshoe prints!"

As he finished speaking, his expression suddenly turned ugly as he thought of something.

Meeting Song Yanxi's probing gaze, Tian Shu swallowed and asked, "Miss Song, even if there is no evidence, you will definitely believe me, right?"

An Yi asked coldly: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

"If there is no evidence, then it's a lie."

“It’s unfair!”

The field mouse's face turned pale immediately. He rushed to Song Yanxi and knelt down with a plop. He hugged her legs with both hands and wailed, "No one believes the truth these days. It rained heavily when the old man brought me back. I guess the horseshoe prints must have been washed away by now."

Afraid she wouldn't believe him, he held her legs with one hand and raised the other high, swearing, "If even one word I say today is false, I will die a miserable death. My old man's grave will be dug up, and all my brothers outside will die a violent death."

Song Yanxi frowned upon hearing this and said helplessly, "It's hard for you to come up with so many vicious words."

The field mouse sniffed, glared at An Yi fiercely, and said sarcastically, "It's because some people don't believe me. I was almost skinned alive that night. How could I be wrong about this?"

He added: "Let's take a step back and say, even if I am the only one who saw it wrong, the old man saw it with his own eyes.

Besides, this is a border town, how could there be soldiers and horses from Liang? It must be the border troops who have not escaped."