A thin boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, was lying on the bed.
With a full head of white hair, a withered and emaciated appearance, dark red around his eyes, and pale lips, he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.
All around the bed, there were blood-red spider webs that were invisible to others.
Countless threads were woven into the boy's body.
Who are you? What do you want?
Liu, who had just stood up, rushed over excitedly. Her child was her greatest weakness, and she was like a hedgehog at that moment.
He Nian quickly pulled her away.
"Madam, she was invited by Doctor Zhong."
Dr. Zhong hurriedly offered an explanation.
"Madam Jiang possesses abilities beyond medicine; your son's illness..."
"Are you... a fairy?"
Madam Liu was stunned for a moment, then looked Jiang Qingwan up and down anxiously, "Where can you find such a young fairy?"
She accompanied He Nian on several years of arduous labor in the remote southern region. Due to the poor conditions, lack of quality medicine and doctors, many people placed more faith in the abilities of some sorceresses and Taoist priests.
She came from a scholarly family and was already very resistant to this.
Seeing Jiang Qingwan's youthful and charming appearance, she looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. How could anyone believe it?
"Dr. Zhong, please think of another way. We can't believe in these mysterious and unfounded abilities. My son, my son can't hold on much longer."
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again. She cried until she was almost completely exhausted and had to lean on He Niancai to keep from collapsing.
Jiang Qingwan turned to look at her.
"You're right, your son really can't hold on any longer."
Upon hearing this, He Nian immediately asked, "What did you see?"
Jiang Qingwan bluntly stated, "His life force is about to be drained; he won't live longer than an incense stick."
"You're talking nonsense!"
Liu tried to push her excitedly, but almost fell because she was too weak.
“My son is only twelve years old, he is only twelve years old, how can you curse him like this? Master, get her out of here, get her out of here now.”
Dr. Zhong felt a pang of pity.
"Madam Jiang, Lord He is a good official and should not suffer such hardship. Is there really no way to help him?"
"Yes." Jiang Qingwan had seen He Nian's face the first time she saw him.
Upright and dignified.
She believed that he was a "good official".
What a happy year.
"Can you really save my son?"
Jiang Qingwan looked at Madam Liu again.
“I can’t, but she can.”
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