Mr. Zhou took the pulse case, sat down beside it, and began to read it page by page.
Su Qingyu didn't dare to breathe, and looked at him nervously. In order to find her blood relative, she even suppressed the hatred she had for Mr. Zhou in her previous life.
Mr. Zhou examined the patient for a full quarter of an hour. Finally, he put down the pulse chart and said, "Madam was pregnant with a boy."
Su Qingyu asked anxiously, "Sir, are you sure?"
For a miracle doctor like Mr. Zhou, this question is actually a bit rude.
Mr. Zhou was not the least bit displeased. Instead, he patiently explained, "This pulse record is very detailed. It can be seen that the doctor who wrote it is steady and careful. He must be an experienced doctor."
Su Qingyu nodded quickly. The doctor who wrote this pulse diagnosis was the father of the court physician, Dr. Xu, who was already over seventy years old at the time.
Mr. Zhou continued, "One day's pulse may not indicate anything, but judging from the pulse throughout the pregnancy, it is indeed a boy."
"but……"
Mr. Zhou hesitated for a moment before continuing, "The fetus's left arm was dislocated from birth, and it's not very obvious. The doctor is clearly unsure and plans to wait and see after the baby is born."
"Congenital arm dislocation? Does that mean that his left arm is defective and he can't lift it up or use it?" Su Qingyu asked hurriedly, and then she pursed her lips and looked at Mr. Zhou.
Shen Zhixiu saw that her whole body was tense, and her lower lip was bleeding from biting it nervously.
He stood up, walked over to her, and gently patted her shoulder with his large hand. Softly, he said, "It shouldn't be. Dislocation isn't a serious problem. Don't worry too much."
Mr. Zhou also said, "Third Master is right. This isn't a serious problem. If there had been a good doctor when he was born, he could have reattached it directly. Even if it's been delayed until now, there's no need to worry. With my limited medical skills, I can still reattach an arm."
Su Qingyu let out a long sigh and then realized that Shen Zhixiu was standing next to her.
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Master San. I'm fine."
She just didn't react for a moment and thought that a dislocated arm was a serious problem.
After Mr. Zhou left, Su Qingyu regained her sanity, and her expression changed from panic and confusion to calm and determination.
Shen Zhixiu ordered someone to bring hot tea, then sat down opposite Su Qingyu and said, "I think we should start by investigating the family and relatives of that concubine."
"As long as we make sure she doesn't have the person in her hands, we can interrogate her."
Su Qingyu thought about it and decided this was the best idea. She said, "I'll have my third cousin send someone to investigate Aunt Xue's relatives. He knows everyone involved. If Third Master were to investigate, it would be too conspicuous."
Shen Zhixiu nodded in agreement, "It would be a good idea for Wuchen to investigate. Let him investigate carefully and make sure there are no omissions."
Now that there was a plan for what was to come, Su Qingyu felt much more at ease.
When he stood up and prepared to leave, Shen Zhixiu suddenly stepped forward and said, "Things can always be investigated. Just do what you need to do when you return. Don't put so much pressure on yourself."
"Although this incident happened a long time ago, it's not like there's no trace left."
Su Qingyu looked at Shen Zhixiu gratefully. She wanted to thank him, but she felt that a verbal thank you was too perfunctory.
She suddenly remembered the cloth that Lin had sent to Bishui Pavilion. It was only right and reasonable that she should make him a few sets of clothes, shoes and socks before the wedding.
"Third Master, do you have a tape measure?" Su Qingyu suddenly asked.
Shen Zhixiu asked in confusion, "What do you need a tape measure for?"
Su Qingyu smiled and said, "You've helped me so much, I have to repay you. I'll take your measurements and make you two sets of clothes when I get home."
"I heard that women have to do this before getting married."
Even when talking about marriage, she was frank and showed little of the shyness of a young girl.
As Su Qingyu spoke, she went to his desk, found a blank piece of rice paper, and prepared a pen.
The corners of Shen Zhixiu's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but somehow swallowed it back.
After a while, Wenzhu brought in a tape measure. Su Qingyu took it and began to measure Shen Zhixiu, and asked Wenzhu to record it.
Wen Zhu said, "Miss Su, there's no need to bother. The Third Master's size is already..."
Shen Zhixiu glanced at Wenzhu coldly, and Wenzhu was so scared that she quickly shut her mouth.
Su Qingyu, who was concentrating on measuring her body, didn't hear what Wen Zhu said clearly. She turned around and asked, "What did you say? What's wrong with the Third Master's size?"
Wen Zhu cleared his throat and said, "I'm saying that the Third Master is often out and about, so his clothes need to fit him better. Miss Su, please measure carefully."
After saying that, he looked at Shen Zhixiu's face carefully again, then let out a long sigh.
Su Qingyu did not notice anything unusual between the master and servant. She was holding a tape measure around Shen Zhixiu's waist.
Her palm slid across his firm waist, and her cold and elegant profile was only an inch away from his chest.
Shen Zhixiu raised his arms and froze there, not daring to move.
After measuring the waist, Su Qingyu measured the length of the legs and the size of the shoes.
When she stood up, she found that Shen Zhixiu's arms were still raised. She hurriedly said, "Okay, Third Master, you can put your arms down now."
Shen Zhixiu then realized that he had finished measuring. He calmly lowered his arm, coughed twice, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Wen Zhu heard that Shen Zhixiu was hiding his embarrassment, so she lowered her head and tried to suppress her laughter.
Su Qingyu put away the paper, carefully put it in her pocket, said goodbye and left the Shen family.
After leaving the Shen family, she went to find Lin Wuchen and explained the whole story clearly. Lin Wuchen was stunned for a long time after listening to her, and then told Su Qingyu very seriously that he would definitely investigate the matter thoroughly.
Su Qingyu even saw the obvious murderous intent in Lin Wuchen's eyes.
By the time we returned to the Marquis' Mansion, it was already evening.
After Su Qingyu finished her dinner, she told Zhenzhu, "Go get the materials and let me choose."
The words have been spoken, so we must hurry up and make the clothes.
Pearl didn't know what was wrong with her. After coming back from a trip, she was willing to do needlework.
But he still went to the inner room and took out the materials that he had put away before.
On top of the pile of materials, there was an envelope.
Su Qingyu took a look and asked, "What is that?"
Zhenzhu replied, "Those are the measurements of the Shen family members. It's the gift the young lady is giving them. Just make it according to the measurements above."
Seeing Su Qingyu's expression suddenly change, Zhenzhu said, "You can make the ones for the Third Master and the Old Lady yourself. We will sew the ones for others."
Su Qingyu stared at the envelope and asked, "Master Shen's measurements are also on it?"
Pearl smiled and replied, "My lady, you can do without others, but you can't do without him. Without his measurements, how can you make clothes for him? Can you measure him yourself? That would be too inappropriate."
Su Qingyu recalled the scene in Shen Zhixiu's study today, where she leaned against his chest and hugged his waist, and her cheeks suddenly became hot.
Shen Zhixiu wouldn't think that she did it on purpose just to hug him, right?
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