As Zhao Qianlan listened to Song Xizhi's words, she felt a buzzing in her ears.
Song Xizhi's pleasant voice, tinged with a hint of coolness, still lingered in her mind.
Heal my grandmother...
Grandma got out of bed and walked around, and the whole family was happy and harmonious, just like more than ten years ago...
Zhao Qianlan recalled everything she had experienced under Madam Song more than ten years ago, and suddenly came to her senses, her blood almost freezing in an instant.
Just now, after listening to He Yunze's words, she was so busy getting Song Xizhi away from the restaurant for the sake of the Empress Dowager's birthday gift.
Seeing Song Xizhi obediently board the carriage, she was initially quite pleased with herself, but she never expected that this wretched woman, Song Xizhi, truly intended to treat Old Madam Song.
From the moment Song Xizhi and Song Ruoan were born, Old Madam Song had never given them a kind look, constantly calling them "money-losing brats," and her personality was something that almost everyone found utterly repulsive.
Even though she had been bedridden for so many years and was incontinent, she was still arrogant and single-mindedly enjoyed tormenting people.
As the saying goes, "a long illness tests filial piety," and everyone in the Song family, including her two biological sons, had long been fed up with Old Madam Song's torment.
Not only did Song Juncai rarely return to the old house, but even his eldest son, Song Junliang, secretly hoped that this difficult old woman would pass away soon.
Even after racking her brains, Zhao Qianlan never expected that Song Xizhi, that troublemaker, would actually go to the trouble of treating that old geezer just to make her unhappy, even at the cost of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of her own.
What's even more terrifying is that if Song Xizhi really puts all her efforts into treating him, with her medical skills, she might actually be able to cure that old geezer.
When Zhao Qianlan thought of this, not only did her face turn pale, but her whole body began to tremble.
If that old hag could actually get out of bed and walk around, Song Xizhi and the others might only feel annoyed by her foul language, but they themselves would really be in big trouble!
Zhao Qianlan's lips trembled suddenly. She hurriedly raised her head, trying to find Song Xizhi's figure, but found that she had already gone far away and could no longer see her shadow.
She was so anxious she was almost in tears. She stumbled and hurriedly walked forward.
Just then, He Yunze also got off the carriage. He saw Zhao Qianlan standing blankly in the middle of the road, her face extremely pale and her whole body drenched in sweat. She looked like she had seen a ghost.
He Yunze frowned in surprise and quickly supported her swaying body: "Mother-in-law, what's wrong? Why aren't you going inside?"
Zhao Qianlan leaned almost entirely on him, speaking with great difficulty, "Go quickly, go and stop them..."
She spoke each word as if it were being squeezed out of her throat: "No matter what, we can't let Song Xizhi treat Old Madam Song... She really wants to cure Old Madam Song."
He Yunze shuddered when he saw Zhao Qianlan's terrified expression, but when he looked up and hurriedly tried to find her, he discovered that even Song Xizhi's shadow had vanished.
Song Xizhi walked very fast and had already arrived at the front of Old Madam Song's house.
The door was tightly shut, but the lights behind it were on, and the faint sound of sobbing could be heard coming from inside.
Song Xizhi placed his hands on the door and pushed it open with a slight effort, and a strong smell of medicine wafted out.
She composed herself, stepped over the threshold, and took a few more steps into the inner bedroom, where she saw a large group of people kneeling beside the bed.
Everyone had their heads bowed, their eyes filled with tears, occasionally letting out a sob, and then taking out a handkerchief to wipe away their tears.
On the bed, with the curtains half-drawn, a gaunt figure could be vaguely seen. The figure seemed lifeless, with only a few nannies and doctors busy around, but there was no hope in their eyes.
As Song Xizhi approached the inner bedroom, the people inside heard the commotion and turned to look in her direction.
Everyone had different expressions, but Song Ruoan's eyes darted around, and she preemptively spoke to Song Xizhi: "Sister, how could you be so late at such a crucial moment?"
"When your grandmother was on her deathbed, instead of being there to show filial piety, you dressed so extravagantly and spent lavishly in restaurants. If this gets out, I wonder what people will think..."
Song Ruoan's voice was choked with sobs, and she looked extremely sad.
Her words made everyone present involuntarily look at Song Xizhi's clothes, and they all frowned.
Upon hearing this, Song Juncai lost face and his expression changed instantly: "You heartless beast! Everyone knows how to cry, yet you dress up so seductively!"
"Hurry up and kneel down. Go to the ancestral hall of the Song family and kneel there to atone for the sins of our ancestors!"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Song Junliang still politely offered a few words of advice: "We can talk about these things later. Let Xizhi see her one last time first."
Song Xizhi stood there, looking at Song Ruoan's face, and smiled faintly: "Actually, my sister is right. I'm married now, and I have many things to do and am extremely busy. In terms of filial piety and thoughtfulness, I am far less filial than my sister."
"However, I rushed here not to see my grandmother one last time, but because I was wondering if my medical skills could save her life."
"If Grandmother can recover to her original state, it would be perfect for my sister, Madam Song, and Father to serve her together, fulfilling the regret of the past and bringing joy to the whole family, thus fulfilling my sister's filial piety."
After saying this, before anyone could react, Song Xizhi walked straight past the crowd and toward Old Madam Song.
Song Xizhi's words made both the weeping Song Ruoan and the furious Song Juncai turn pale.
Hearing her confident words, Song Ruoan looked up in fear, only to see that Song Xizhi's hand had already grasped the pulse of the old lady.
At this moment, Madam Song's eyes were closed, and she was no longer responsive to any external stimuli. Even her breathing and pulse were extremely weak.
After a moment of contemplation, Song Xizhi knew that his previous guess was correct.
Madam Song did not actually die of natural causes; Zhao Qianlan deliberately put a slow-acting poison in her food to get her away.
Acute poisons have a rapid onset of action, which can arouse suspicion and make it difficult to disassociate oneself from the poison. However, chronic poisons are the easiest way to kill a frail, bedridden elderly person without making a sound.
If the doctor is not skilled enough, it would be difficult to detect this trace amount of slow-acting poison, and they might mistakenly believe that the old man has already reached the end of his life.
If no intervention is taken, Madam Song probably won't make it through the night.
This is probably the situation that everyone in the Song family wanted to see, right?
But she was determined to get treatment!
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