Aunt Bai, who was always calm and composed, could no longer hold back and started crying again with her hands covering her face.
For a moment, an indescribable feeling of depression and despair spread in the room.
Zhao Shicai's eyes fell on Baili Feiyue. Is this the rumored Third Miss Ling? This is the first time he has seen her.
But he didn't expect that Baili Feiyue seemed to notice his gaze, and suddenly looked at him, frowning slightly, "Who is this?"
Zhao Shicai sneered in his heart. How could this question sound so impolite?
With a proper smile on his face, he said, "Miss San, I am the head of Changyun Bank."
"Oh." Baili Feiyue said "oh" and didn't say anything more, nor did she look at him.
The smile in Zhao Shicai's eyes slowly faded. This attitude was completely the attitude of treating a servant. How could he respect him like his father and sworn uncle?
As the silent crying continued, a maid came running in, almost crawling, "The imperial physician is here, the imperial physician is here!"
Baili Feiyue's expression remained unchanged, but she sneered in her heart. This imperial physician came really quickly, was he invited from the entrance of the general's mansion?
It seems that the opponent's steps are really messed up.
Can't wait to be like this.
Aunt Bai cried, "Please come in!"
The maids hurriedly opened the curtain. Baili Feiyue looked out and saw a man in his fifties walking in. He was energetic, handsome, and had a kind face. He was very approachable.
He doesn't look like the high and mighty head of the Imperial Medical Service at all.
Aunt Bai rushed over and kowtowed almost frantically, "Sir, please save my son! Save my son!"
Dean Zhang must have been used to this kind of situation. He quickly supported Aunt Bai and said kindly, "Don't worry, let me take a look first."
At this moment, there were many people in the house and outside the house.
After all, he is the only talented person in the Ling family who fell from the sky. No one is indifferent to his life and death.
Dean Zhang, as a doctor, didn't care about the patient's family and was about to walk over, but he subconsciously felt a pair of eyes staring at him. He couldn't help but look over and saw the veiled woman sitting by the window, looking at this side calmly with her chin propped up.
It doesn't fit in with the atmosphere in this room.
Is this the legendary Miss Ling San?
Miss Ling, who made a big splash at the Medical Association competition?
Dean Zhang did not find it strange that Miss Ling San had a very calm attitude compared to everyone else. Since she could cruelly poison more than a dozen people without blinking an eye, she must be used to seeing life and death.
If the person on the bed was truly beyond saving, her grief would be of no use.
However, he always felt that when he first entered the room, the look given to him by Miss Ling San was inexplicably meaningful.
Thousands of thoughts passed through his mind in just a moment, and Dean Zhang had already grasped Ling Duannian's pulse.
Everyone held their breath and kept silent.
After a while, he changed his hand to take the patient's pulse and his brows gradually furrowed.
Aunt Bai's eyes were red, and she came forward impatiently, "Sir...my son..."
Dean Zhang looked at her with pity, then stood up and bowed to Ling Sheng, who had already stood up but had a wooden expression on his face, "General, your son's illness...you should be more open-minded."
Zhao Shicai's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he asked hastily, "Sir, what do you mean by this?"
"This young master from the General's Mansion, I can do nothing for you."
"No! How could this happen!" Aunt Bai couldn't believe this fact, her eyes turned bloodshot.
Dean Zhang's voice was even more compassionate, "The meridians are blocked, and the five internal organs are damaged. It's already a sign of exhaustion." He sighed again, "Your son had shown signs of improvement, but he used that kind of fierce medicine..."
That kind of tiger and wolf medicine?
When the people at the door heard this, they were filled with shock and disbelief.
Looking at the maid kneeling and trembling, that kind of tiger and wolf medicine is just...
Sure enough, Dean Zhang's next words confirmed their guess, "No normal person can tolerate love potions, but he took them..." He shook his head when he said this.
"Never mind. I am just a doctor. I will take my leave now."
Zhao Shicai, who had been silent the whole time, also said with difficulty, "Sir, is there no other way? Please save the Ninth Master..."
"I can only cure diseases, not save lives." Dean Zhang said without saying anything more and left.
Zhao Shicai came back to his senses, "Sir, I'll take you there."
Aunt Bai fell to the ground and cried out in pain. Her crying seemed to be still audible until Zhao Shicai and Zhang Yuanshou walked out the door.
Ling Sheng is the head of the family after all, "Everyone get out."
How could those maids and servants dare to stay? Last night was such a big surprise and a happy event, but the joy hasn’t even started yet, and in the blink of an eye it’s going to become a funeral. Just think about it, can God play any more jokes?
When everyone left, the girl who was kneeling on the ground crying stood up, closed the door, came back again, and stood aside with her hands hanging down.
Aunt Bai, who had been crying till she was hoarse, still had red eyes and was still sobbing, but her face had returned to its usual calm expression without any emotion.
Baili Feiyue stood up, walked to the bed, reached out and touched Ling Duannian's forehead, and moved her hand away when she found nothing was wrong.
When she raised her eyes, she saw Ling Sheng staring at her with indescribable complicated eyes.
"Hey, Dad, what are you looking at me with?"
If Ling Sheng didn't understand at this moment that this was a play, then he would have lived for decades in vain! But, "Jing'er, why did you hide it from me?" So that he...
"Of course I have to hide it from you, Dad. Among all of us, you are the one who is least likely to conceal your expression and emotions. Moreover, the person who came is so familiar with you, Dad, and your temper and behavior cannot be hidden from him. So, I have to inconvenience you. Only by hiding it from you, your reaction will be the most real."
Hearing her mention this, Ling Sheng felt as heartbroken as if something had happened to his own child.
The voice was hoarse, "Is it really him?"
Baili Feiyue nodded, "His actions made me think so." However, she didn't know much about the rumored sworn brother of Ling Sheng, "What kind of person is Zhao Shicai?"
Hearing her calling his sworn brother by his name, Ling Sheng instinctively wanted to lecture her, but then he remembered something and swallowed it back as if his throat was cut.
What kind of person?
Ling Sheng recalled the battles he and Zhao Shicai had fought together since they met more than 20 years ago, the days when they fought bloody battles together, and even the scene where one of his arms was chopped off by the enemy in order to save him.
It is so clear and vivid.
But why do people’s hearts change?
They are obviously good brothers, how could it be...
"He is a person who is... very hard on himself and never steps out of line."
Although he had not been in the mansion much in recent years, every three months, a copy of the account books managed by Zhao Shicai would be sorted out and sent to the border in clear and understandable form.
Although he repeatedly said that he trusted him and that it was not necessary to do so, it never stopped.
Moreover, the living conditions, travel habits and food he used were all consistent with what a shopkeeper should have and did not exceed at all.
"There are a total of 14 Changyun Banks under the name of our Ling Mansion, and they employ hundreds of people. As the general manager, he did not employ any of his relatives or friends among these hundreds of people."
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