Song Tangxue's original intention was absolutely not to get involved in this mess, since it had nothing to do with her anyway.
Moreover, since Wang Jue has already said so much, there's no need for me to say anything more to these people and stay here to suffer.
Anyway, she came on behalf of her master, and they were the ones who chased her away.
Thinking of Song Tangxue, she lowered her eyes, her gaze completely indifferent, and turned to leave decisively, with the little medicine boy following closely behind.
Wang Xin rebuked Wang Jue: "When did it become your place to call the shots in this house?" Guards poured out from all around; these were all men the general had brought back from the military camp.
He was only loyal to the general and the heir in the mansion, namely the eldest son, Wang Xin.
He had strong limbs and looked at Wang Jue with unfriendly eyes.
Wang Jue's expression changed drastically, clearly indicating that his sore spot had been touched. He let out a few heavy breaths, stood aside with a sinister look, and secretly made up his mind as he looked at the guards.
"Miss Song, please wait. My father is currently unconscious, and I am the one in charge of this General's Mansion. Please don't take Wang Jue's words to heart." Wang Xin caught up and apologized.
Song Tangxue stopped and looked at him, her eyes cold and indifferent, without saying a word.
Wang Xin continued tentatively, "I'll have to trouble Miss Song to take a look at my father."
Song Tangxue turned around and looked at Wang Jue, who had a dark look in his eyes, in the corner. She sneered and called him a parasite who, like Song Tangli, was lurking in the shadows.
Song Tangxue felt a natural aversion to this kind of person.
Wang Xin led her into the room, which was filled with the strong, pungent smell of medicine. Various precious medicinal herbs were being used to keep the half-dead person on the bed alive.
Wang Xin said helplessly, “My father fell into a coma for no reason. We’ve consulted many people, including the imperial physicians in the palace, but we’ve run out of options. That’s why we thought of bothering Physician Xie.”
Song Tangxue walked to the bedside without stopping, but the person who came into view surprised her greatly: "Your father should be around forty years old."
The person on the bed had graying temples, deep wrinkles on his face, and was breathing heavily, looking like an old man on his deathbed.
Wang Xin couldn't understand this sight either: "Yes, at the age of forty, there was an old Taoist priest who said that I had offended the gods and had my life drained."
"There are no ghosts in the world, it's people who have ghosts in their hearts." Song Tangxue didn't care about such talk; it was just a little trick played by people with guilty consciences.
Wang Xin deeply agreed with these words, but his mother believed them without realizing it at the time, so he fulfilled his mother's wish and pretended to perform a ritual.
Unexpectedly, after the ritual, my father fell into a coma and never woke up again.
As soon as Song Tangxue placed her fingers on General Wang's pulse, her eyebrows almost immediately furrowed, and she remained silent for a moment while probing his pulse.
Wang Jue silently followed her in. Hearing what she said, he was already sweating slightly. Seeing her like this, his heart was in his throat.
“Your father’s pulse indicates poisoning, not illness.” Song Tangxue coldly withdrew her hand, and the young apprentice immediately handed her a handkerchief.
"How could this be!" Wang Xin exclaimed in shock, his gaze sweeping over General Wang's face. "The previous doctors and physicians all said that Father was ill."
He couldn't believe it. If the illness could be attributed to natural causes, then the General's Mansion would be in complete chaos if it were poisoning.
"Quack doctor." Song Tangxue calmly uttered two words as she wiped her fingertips.
The concubine Lu Ting, who had just entered the room, and Madam Li, the wife of General Wang, also heard these words. Madam Li walked to the bedside, looked at the person on the bed, and her red and swollen eyes became moist again.
"How can you be so sure?" Madam Li, being the lady of the house, asked calmly.
"He has a winding black line on his arm, which is a symptom of the virus attacking his heart. If nothing unexpected happens, there will also be a similar line on the back of his head, which has invaded his brain, causing him to age faster and fall into a coma."
Song Tangxue calmly pointed out that many people knew about the lines on the arms, but only Madam Li knew about the lines on the back of the head.
Madam Li immediately believed it to some extent. Recalling the endless nonsense spouted by those doctors and physicians, Madam Li was furious: "Is there any way to cure this?"
"The prescription is simple, but the medicinal ingredient is hard to find." Song Tangxue stood up. She had been feeling a bit tired these past few days, and it would be good to resolve this quickly.
"Just speak up, as long as the General's Mansion can provide it." Madam Li wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, a glimmer of hope rising in her heart.
“Snow lotus.” Song Tangxue uttered a few words.
Wang Juexin hardened his heart and immediately shouted, "Snow lotus flowers, those are tributes to the imperial palace! You're just a charlatan!"
Lu Ting chimed in, "Yes, you just blurt out these words. All the renowned doctors in the capital say it's an illness, but you say it's poisoning. Now you're even making baseless accusations and asking for this precious medicinal ingredient."
"I'm afraid she doesn't even have that ability," a concubine said critically, sizing her up. "She'll just say she's done her best and run off with the money. Lately, many swindlers like you have been coming to the General's Mansion!"
Do you know what happened to those people in the end?
Looking at these people's sarcastic and mean faces, Song Tangxue had no intention of enduring it. She was only staying in the Song family because she couldn't leave for the time being.
She still lets others point fingers at her here. Does she really think she's the same mild-mannered Song Tangxue from before?
Wang Jue let these people chatter on and on, his eyes flashing with malice, and he clenched his palms so tightly that they bled.
"Alright." Song Tangxue instructed the medicine boy to pack up his things, then looked calmly at the group of people who were watching her warily, as if they were afraid she would take a share of the family property.
They were just waiting for the person on the sickbed to breathe their last before they pounced on him and devoured his flesh: "Since you all don't trust me, I won't treat this illness anymore."
As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards the door: "But I dare say, after tonight, even a god couldn't save General Wang."
"Prepare for your funeral as soon as possible." The last words of advice faded into the wind, and Song Tangxue's figure disappeared from the house: "And don't bother Doctor Xie again."
Madam Li and Wang Xin exchanged a glance. Madam Li nodded to him, and Wang Xin, ignoring the weeping and wailing of the people inside the house, ran after them into the courtyard.
"Dr. Song, please wait a moment." Wang Xin stopped a step behind her, even changing his form of address.
Song Tangxue turned to look at him with some disinterest: "Since you didn't sincerely ask me to come and save people, there's no need to chase after me. Go back and keep your father company as soon as possible."
Song Tangxue could tell that Wang Xin was a filial son, so her tone softened.
Wang Xin shook his head somewhat urgently, and spoke quickly: "I'm sorry, my family has offended you. To be honest, you are the first person to say that my father was poisoned."
“The doctors all said it was an illness, and I was still a bit disoriented, but I trust you.” Wang Xin had a special kind of trust in her; he believed that Song Tangxue could definitely cure his father.
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