Unexpectedly, the patient who was just described by the old doctor as "stubborn" and "weird" actually opened his mouth obediently.
"I had an argument with someone before, and the other party poured these things on me. Later, someone secretly poisoned me." He stared straight at Fang Qingyue, his eyes never leaving her, and there seemed to be some regret in his eyes.
Fang Qingyue nodded: "Then I'm not surprised. What symptoms will you have when the poison takes effect?"
"There are no other symptoms, just unbearable pain in the abdomen and difficulty falling asleep at night." The other party said in a hoarse voice.
"Okay, I understand." Fang Qingyue roughly wrote down two prescriptions on the paper, then stood up to prepare the medicine for the other party.
She prepared two sets of medicine and said to the patient, "One of these two sets of medicine is for internal use. Boil two bowls of it daily. Drink the first bowl in the morning and the second bowl in the evening."
"This medicine needs to be boiled in water until it becomes thick, then applied to your face. It can relieve pain and heal the scars on your face."
The other party nodded and stood in front of the table without leaving for a long time.
Fang Qingyue raised her head and looked at the other party: "Do you have anything else to say?"
"Are you... Qingyue?" he asked.
Fang Qingyue was a little surprised. She looked at the other person carefully for a long time, but she couldn't recognize him at all: "Have you seen me before?"
"I'm Jia Wenyuan, your father's friend. I met you several times when you were little." Jia Wenyuan sighed, his eyes still fixed on Fang Qingyue, as if he was looking at his deceased old friend.
"When your father was in trouble, I happened to be sent elsewhere by the Emperor, and I didn't even get to see him for the last time. I originally thought that all 163 members of the Fang family had died, but I didn't expect you to be still alive."
Fang Qingyue asked in disbelief, "Uncle Jia?"
She did know Jia Wenyuan, as her father had mentioned him in the note he left for her. Jia Wenyuan was the most trustworthy of his friends.
He probably cooperated so well just now because he recognized her identity.
"The wound on your face..."
Jia Wenyuan lowered his eyelids, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.
The scarred face seemed to no longer look hideous: "Let's not talk about this anymore."
"Then do you know why our family was tragically wiped out?" Fang Qingyue anxiously tugged at Jia Wenyuan's sleeve and asked, "You and my father were old friends, so you should understand his temperament. Even if there were indeed people in the court who betrayed the country, it couldn't be my father."
Jia Wenyuan suddenly fell silent.
The wind outside the window blew into the pharmacy, blowing up the papers on the table.
Fang Qingyue went to pick it up, but still got no response.
After a long while, she heard Jia Wenyuan's voice: "You'd better not investigate this matter anymore."
"Why?" Fang Qingyue was puzzled. "The Fang family members did nothing wrong, but they died tragically and are still being blamed. Why don't you let me investigate further?"
A layer of mist gradually appeared in her eyes.
From her past life to this life, every time she dreams, she dreams of the night when her family was wiped out.
Her parents hid her in a secret passage under the bed and would not let her out.
Through the gap between the secret passage and the bed, she watched helplessly as her parents' necks were cut open and they fell in front of her.
But she couldn't do anything.
Sometimes, she even wished she could die that night like the other members of the Fang family, which would be better than living in the world but being unable to do anything.
But she can't die.
The Fang family’s revenge has not yet been taken. If she really dies, how will she face her parents in the afterlife?
"This..." Jia Wenyuan hesitated for a moment before saying, "I really don't know what's going on with the Fang family. If you have a chance, you should ask other people."
Fang Qingyue clenched her palms.
Jia Wenyuan's reaction almost made her certain that there was indeed a hidden story behind the Fang family's massacre.
It’s a pity that Shen Yuhan couldn’t find out, and Jia Wenyuan was unwilling to tell her.
"But I can't forget the death of my parents." Her voice was hoarse and she was crying. "You just need to tell me what happened. I won't let this involve you."
Jia Wenyuan looked away in panic, but happened to see his son appear outside the door.
"I have something else to do today, so I'll leave first. There's no hidden secret behind this matter, so don't investigate further." Jia Wenyuan's voice was faintly warning. "Qingyue, I know you're unwilling to accept this, and neither am I. But some things aren't what you think. If the sky is obscured by someone, do you still want to pierce it?"
He lowered his voice to a very low level.
When Jia Yinghua came in, he saw his father talking to a pretty young woman. "Father, what are you talking about?"
Jia Wenyuan introduced Fang Qingyue to Jia Yinghua before leaving with him.
Fang Qingyue stood there, looking at Jia Yinghua's back, and finally made up her mind.
As the son of Jia Wenyuan, he must know some hidden secrets.
She had to look into this.
After having sex with Shen Yuhan in the evening, Fang Qingyue lay on Shen Yuhan's chest and asked him about Jia Yinghua.
"Sir, do you know Jia Yinghua?"
Jia Yinghua's face immediately flashed across Shen Yuhan's eyes.
There was a bitter taste in his mouth: "Why are you asking this?"
Fang Qingyue didn't understand the implication behind Shen Yuhan's words and whispered, "I only found out today when I saw him in the clinic that he was the child of my father's friend. I wanted to get in touch with him."
There was a hint of annoyance in Shen Yuhan's eyes, and he couldn't help but sit up.
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