Chapter 326: Attending to the Sick

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After seeing off Doctor Yu, Song Mo went to Xixiangyuan.

Song Han rushed over: "Brother, I'm scared!" He pursed his lips, looking as if he was trying hard not to let tears fall.

Dou Zhao, who was standing aside with his hands hanging in a respectful manner, felt strange as he watched.

The thirteen-year-old boy has grown as tall as Song Mo's chin, but he acts like a five or six-year-old child.

Song Mo, however, was completely unaware. He patted his brother's shoulder gently and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, father has taken medicine. He will be fine after resting for a few days." After he finished speaking, his eyes fell on Dou Zhao.

Dou Zhao immediately said, "Don't worry, my lord. I will take Luoyan from your room to boil medicine for you."

At this moment, even if you are just pretending, you have to do it beautifully so that no one can find any fault with it.

A hint of relief flashed across Song Mo's eyes, and he and Song Han entered Song Yichun's inner room.

Dou Zhao took Luo Yan to the tea room.

There is a ready-made stove there. All you need to do is take the medicine pot and prepare the medicine, and then you can decoct it.

Luoyan looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with almond eyes and rosy cheeks, and was very beautiful.

She was the head maid in Song Yichun's room, and entered the mansion after Jiang's death. As for whether she also served as a concubine, Dou Zhao didn't care. She was served by Su Xin, and sat there drinking tea with the teacup, watching Luo Yan decoct medicine, and had no intention of taking any action.

Luo Yan was surprised, but she quickly lowered her head and hid her surprise in her heart, and nimbly washed the medicine jar and fetched water.

A little maid walked in quickly and quietly: "Madam, the eldest master, the first master, and the second master are here. They said they are here to visit the Duke's illness."

Luo Yan couldn't help but glance at Dou Zhao out of the corner of his eye.

Dou Zhao just nodded without saying a word, and the little maid walked out of the tea room with the same light steps as when she came.

She knew that it was Dou Zhao's people who were informing her, and she quickly lowered her eyelids as if she had seen something she shouldn't have seen.

After a while, noisy footsteps were heard outside.

Su Xin went to pick up the curtain, looked out from the slit of the curtain, turned around and said to Dou Zhao, "Not only the eldest master's family is here, but the second master's family is here too."

Dou Zhao said lightly, "You came quite quickly," and said nothing more.

Su Xin didn't say anything either.

There was an oppressive silence in the tea room.

There was also a depressing silence in Song Yichun's inner room.

When his father was ill, he did not let his own son take care of him, but instead asked his eldest nephew to stay and take care of him...

After hearing Song Yichun's decision, Song Maochun's family who came to visit the patient were very embarrassed. Song Maochun even forced a smile and discussed with Song Yichun: "How about letting the prince help boil some medicine or something?"

Ever since the fire at the Duke of Ying's Mansion, Song Maochun has learned how powerful Song Mo is.

He didn't expect that Song Yichun looked like he was about to break up with him.

Song Maochun couldn't help but regret secretly.

If he had known this, why did he rush over in such a hurry? Now, instead of trying to curry favor with the emperor, his son became a tool in the fight between Song Yichun and his son.

Song Yichun's attitude was very firm.

"No need!" He lay on the bed with a pale face. Although his voice was hoarse and weak, his words were firm and unyielding. "Let Qin stay and take care of me. Prince and Tian'en go back to your rooms." Then he told Tian'en, "You still have to follow the teacher's class. You have to study hard."

He absolutely could not let Song Mo stay by his side to take care of him while he was ill.

With Song Mo's evil character, he will definitely take the opportunity to cause chaos and deal with those who work for him. By the time he recovers from his illness, the Duke of Ying's Mansion will have changed hands, and he will become Song Mo's meat on the chopping board!

Song Maochun was suddenly at a loss.

What would the guests who come to visit the patient think when they see this?

Will they say that Song Mo is unfilial? Will they say that Song Yichun dislikes Song Mo? Or will they say that Song Qin, this cousin, is a smooth talker who alienates the relationship between Song Yichun and his son?

He hurriedly said, "How can this be possible! How can this be possible!"

Song Fengchun, who came with him, felt very uncomfortable.

I have tried my best to curry favor with my second brother during every festival, but in the end, he still treats my eldest brother closer.

The second brother's two sons are alive and well, but the eldest brother's son has to take care of the second brother... This is like walking on the edge of a cliff. If you please the second brother, you will offend Yan Tang; if you please Yan Tang, you will offend the second brother. No one can tell whether it is a blessing or a curse.

He said nothing and just stood by and watched with a happy look on his face.

Song Mo sneered.

Every time I come into contact with my father, I feel a little heartbroken.

Of course, he would not let Song Yichun do whatever he wanted and put a label of being unfilial on his head, but he would not stay here and be hated by others either.

"In that case, Tian En and I will wait in the banquet room outside!" Song Mo said calmly, "Brother, if you have anything to say, just tell us brothers."

This was considered as agreeing to Song Qin's taking care of him while he was ill.

Song Duo winked at his brother.

Song Qin could only smile bitterly and pretend he didn't see it.

His second uncle specifically asked him to take care of him when he was sick. Could he refuse?

What excuse can you use to refuse?

This was truly a disaster that came out of nowhere. Although he knew that this was ridiculous, Song Qin had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit on the brocade stool in front of Song Yichun's bed.

Song Mo called everyone: "Father needs to rest for his illness. Let's go to the banquet room to drink tea first! Don't disturb him while he is resting."

Song Maochun and the others naturally agreed, and stood up and followed Song Mo out.

Song Yichun opened his eyes wide and felt the dull pain in his chest begin again.

I am still alive, but he dares to isolate me in the name of "recuperation". If one day I am too old and frail to manage the Duke of England's Mansion, he will definitely beat me to death!

He could not help but said in a stern voice: "Yantang, if you want to leave, go first. I still have something to say to your eldest uncle and third uncle."

Song Maochun and Song Fengchun looked at each other and stayed.

Song Mo didn't care and said to Song Duo with a smile: "Elder, if you have something to say, let's go to the banquet room first!" Then he was the first to leave the inner room.

Song Duo nodded repeatedly and followed Song Mo out of the inner room.

I ran into Song Tongchun and Song Jian head-on.

Song Tongchun asked hurriedly: "How is Second Brother's illness?"

Song Mo was too lazy to deal with him, so he said, "Father is talking to my eldest uncle and third uncle, please go in and take a look!"

Song Tongchun said "hmm" and led his son Song Jian into the inner room.

Song Mo treated everyone to tea.

Song Han quietly pulled his brother's sleeve and said, "Brother, why doesn't father let us take care of him?"

His big eyes looked at Song Mo innocently, making Song Mo feel like his heart was being cut by a knife.

"You are older now, so you are more stable," he consoled his younger brother. "When you grow up, father will gradually give you important tasks to do."

Song Han nodded obediently.

Dou Zhao, the waiter, immediately knew what had happened in the inner room.

She sat there thinking about something.

It was expected that Song Yichun was afraid that Song Mo would harm him and was on guard against Song Mo, but why didn't he even trust Song Han?

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Within two days, everyone knew that Song Yichun was ill, and relatives and friends came to visit her.

Song Mo stayed in the banquet room the whole time. Several times, Song Yichun asked him to go back to Yizhitang and let Tao Qizhong help entertain the guests in front of the guests. Song Mo always nodded in front of the guests. After seeing the guests off, he still did what he had to do. Song Yichun was so angry that he once threw a cup directly at Song Mo's head. Song Mo dodged it and continued to entertain the guests as if nothing had happened.

When the guests are facing Song Mo and Tao Qizhong, who would be so stupid as to regard Tao Qizhong as the host?

But guests kept coming in batches. Even if Song Yichun was dissatisfied with Song Mo, he could not tell others not to pay attention to Song Mo every time a guest came in. So Song Yichun continued to vent his temper, Song Mo continued to entertain guests, and Tao Qizhong continued to follow Song Mo like a servant. The situation did not improve at all.

On the contrary, some guests who thought they had a good relationship with Song Yichun tactfully advised Song Yichun: "Yantang is now a senior official of the third rank after all. Even if he does something that makes you unhappy, you can't disregard his face like this." Some even shook their heads and advised Song Qin: "You are the eldest brother. Why don't you persuade your second uncle at this time? Why are you still involved in the confusion? You seem to be very mature on weekdays, why are you confused at the critical moment?"

Song Qin was extremely depressed, but he dared not say a word in defense.

Those who were not familiar with Song Yichun kept praising Song Mo for his filial piety: "He looks so aloof on weekdays, but no matter how angry the Duke was, he always spoke softly. The most difficult part of filial piety is not obedience, but words and expressions. It's rare, rare!"

When Song Yichun heard this, he vomited blood and his condition became worse.

Dou Zhao was laughing secretly in the teahouse. When there were no customers, he asked the maids to gossip in front of Song Yichun's window: "...Have you heard? The Dou family gave Madam a dowry of more than 100,000 taels of silver, and Madam was handed over to the prince to take care of. That's why the shopkeeper Zhong from the Thirteenth Hong came to settle accounts with the Dou family."

After hearing this, Song Yichun was so angry that he scolded Song Mo for being a rebellious son.

Dou Zhao then sent a letter to the Dou family, saying that Song Yichun was ill.

The Dou family also heard that Song Yichun was ill, but Dou Zhao had not sent any letter, so they did not know whether it was true or not, and they did not make any move. Knowing that Song Yichun was ill, out of respect for Dou Zhao, not only Dou Shiying and Dou Shiheng came to visit Song Yichun, but also Dou Shishu.

Song Yichun was furious.

I have been ill for such a long time. As my in-laws, you, the Dou family, have just come. Is it out of courtesy? Or do you want to tell me that the relationship between the two families is just like this?

But he couldn't show his displeasure in front of the people in the Dou family.

After all, they are very polite and courteous. You can't say that the Dou family is neglecting them just because they come to visit you later than others, right?

Song Yichun's face turned livid.

Dou Shiying thought Song Yichun was ill, so he advised him, "Yantang is so capable, just let him handle anything you need. I know my daughter is also obedient and sensible. She has been staying in the tea room these days, personally helping you boil medicine... Take good care of her, she should be able to recover soon!"

Song Yichun's hair stood on end when he heard this.

As soon as the Dou family members left, he immediately slapped the bed and called Tao Qi back: "Has Madam been decocting my medicine all along?"

"Yes!" Tao Qizhong couldn't say that it was Luoyan who was decocting the medicine and his wife was just sitting beside him watching.

He jumped up without caring about his dizziness. "How could you let her make medicine for me? Do you think I didn't die soon enough? Quick, get her out of here! Make the medicine for me yourself! No, throw away all the herbs and buy new ones!"

Even the wisest man makes mistakes.

He was only concerned about Song Mo, but forgot about his wife who was always silent and had almost no sense of existence in front of him.