He Jingyan had some purplish-blue marks on his calves.
Upon seeing the mottled wounds, Song Xizhi held her breath for a moment. She put down the silver needles and carefully reached out to press them tentatively.
The muscles are still somewhat swollen, confirming it's an injury.
This is not a good sign for a bedridden, living dead person.
It could be due to poor blood circulation caused by prolonged bed rest, or it could be a reaction caused by a lack of certain substances in the body.
This means that... his health may be deteriorating.
Song Xizhi frowned as he felt He Jingyan's pulse. Recalling his fate in his previous life, he felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest.
However, Song Xizhi could not detect anything unusual in He Jingyan's pulse, so he hurriedly got up and called Qing Tong in.
Is your master feeling unwell?
Bronze blinked, looking at her with some confusion: "Madam, is there a problem? Everything has been normal recently, and the master's health is fine."
Song Xizhi pointed to the bruises on his calves: "I haven't noticed any changes in his body either, so what's going on?"
"If it's not a change within his body, then it must be the effect of external factors. Has the person serving him been changed recently?"
Following the direction Song Xi pointed, Qing Tong stepped forward to take a look. When he saw the wound, his eyes narrowed sharply, and he became visibly tense.
"This bluish-purple..."
Song Xizhi's voice grew increasingly deep: "Have any unfamiliar faces come and go from Guan Moxuan? Is someone secretly abusing him?"
Upon hearing this, Qing Tong hurriedly shook his head: "No, there are still only the same number of people in the courtyard, but the bruise on Master's calf is probably because I accidentally bumped into him."
Hearing his words, Song Xizhi's eyes showed a hint of doubt: "You bumped into him? He was lying perfectly fine in bed, how did you bump into him?"
Bronze explained in detail: "Sanqi gradually taught his subordinates how to turn over and massage. Recently, his subordinates have been serving their master closely. Perhaps because they are not skilled, their knees hit the bed board when they were turning their master over."
Bronze looked somewhat guilty, but after glancing at Song Xizhi, he quickly lowered his eyes again.
After saying this, he knelt down on one knee again: "My master's health is fine. It's all my fault for making you worry, madam. Please punish me!"
Hearing his firm and resolute answer, which seemed very certain, Song Xizhi finally felt relieved.
In her previous life, He Jingyan was still more than a year away from death, and she couldn't diagnose him, so nothing bad was likely to happen.
Song Xizhi breathed a sigh of relief and then chased Qing Tong out again: "From now on, specialized matters should be handled by specialized people. Sanqi knows pharmacology, why are you taking over?"
Bronze did not answer, but simply nodded in agreement.
Seeing the bruises on his calves, which prevented acupuncture treatment, Song Xizhi felt saddened. So he massaged his legs again to promote blood circulation.
So that his muscles wouldn't be so tense.
After doing all this, she lay down heavily next to He Jingyan, her mind filled with countless thoughts.
Song Xizhi lay there for a while, but then felt unwilling to give up, so he straightened up and looked at He Jingyan's quiet appearance.
This person is strange. Although he is a living dead, his lips are always red and moist, and look soft, as if they are glowing with candlelight.
She swallowed hard, a sudden surge of interest washing over her, but remembering the legend Madam Xin had told her that day, she dared not act rashly as she usually did.
Song Xizhi stared at He Jingyan's lips for a moment and hesitated. Finally, she couldn't help but use her hands, which had just been massaging her feet but hadn't been washed, to pinch He Jingyan's lips.
"I was just worried that someone would mistreat you, but if you don't wake up soon, I'm going to start mistreating you."
"My hand just touched your foot, and now it's pinching your mouth. Didn't expect that, did you?"
"Don't worry, I never intended to take advantage of you with your words."
Song Xizhi said something that sounded like he was trying to cover something up, and then pinched his handsome lips into various shapes, his voice very irritating: "Are you angry? Aren't you very angry?"
"Madam Xin said that the living dead might be able to hear what others are saying, so wake up quickly, wake up and hit me!"
She thought that after learning about her mother's situation, she would be unable to sleep all night, but unexpectedly, she fell asleep quickly while lying next to He Jingyan.
Song Xizhi slept soundly and peacefully until dawn.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, and Song Xizhi struggled to get out of bed. She didn't know if it was because massaging and turning He Jingyan over the previous night had exhausted all her strength.
Song Xizhi felt a heaviness all over his body.
Even my lips felt a little numb.
Song Xizhi reached out and touched her numb lips, thinking that it might be because she ate something she shouldn't have during dinner last night. She felt that something was wrong.
Before Song Xizhi could think it over, Wu Mama's voice came from outside, sounding somewhat anxious.
"Miss! Miss! Are you awake? Young Master Su sent you a letter early this morning. It seems urgent. Would you like to read it now?"
Upon hearing what Granny Wu said, Song Xizhi immediately knew that his uncle had discovered some clues at the Su family's residence.
"Look! Look!" she shouted twice, her throat tightening, feeling so happy that her legs went weak.
She used both hands to support herself as she got off the bed, slipped on her shoes, and hurriedly took the letter.
Song Xizhi sat on the soft couch and opened the letter. It was written in his uncle's scribbled handwriting, which looked like he was in a hurry.
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