When Wei Wei returned to Tingfengxuan, she left Wang Zhuangshi behind.
"Please wait a moment."
After she finished speaking, she hurriedly ran into the house.
Wang Zhuangshi stood in the courtyard, a smile playing on his lips as he watched the shadow cast by the lamplight frantically searching for something.
Occasionally, Xiaoyue would ask questions.
This scene was so heartwarming that he was reluctant to leave.
Finally, Wei Wei found what she wanted.
She hurriedly came out.
It is a small box.
"Here are some silver notes. Take them and buy some wine."
Wang Zhuangshi looked down at the small, delicate hands holding the box, which appeared as white as jade against the dark color of the box.
My throat moved involuntarily.
He felt a little awkward and immediately turned his head away.
His voice was also a little hoarse: "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Wei. You have already given me the money, and that amount of silver is enough."
Wei Wei refused to take it back.
"You can use the money to drink and have fun with your brothers, and you can also make more clothes."
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhuangshi couldn't help but glance down at the sleeve of his wrist.
It is indeed much shorter.
After hearing the news that Wei Wei was going out, he didn't have time to change his clothes, so he had to exchange clothes with Leng Pusheng.
Now she's misunderstood that I have no money.
He also described the various ways he could play after receiving the money.
Actually, there was only one purpose: to feel sorry for him not having suitable clothes to wear.
I feel sorry for you.
These two words are used extremely appropriately.
A smile gradually appeared on Wang Zhuangshi's lips as he reached out and took the box.
However, in exchange.
He took a small porcelain bottle from his waist and handed it over.
"This is Jade Skin Cream, which is extremely effective for scars."
Fearing she might refuse, he added, "It's only right to reciprocate, Miss Wei, please don't be so polite. You really need it."
Wei Wei's eyes crinkled into a smile.
Although I don't know how effective this Jade Skin Cream is, it's always nice to receive care from others, right?
Wei Wei took it.
As dawn broke, Wang Zhuangshi prepared to take his leave.
Wei Wei felt a strange sense of unease, but she remained silent as she watched Wang Zhuangshi's figure.
She didn't know what was wrong with her.
She needs to find some time to think things through quietly.
——
Tonight will be a sleepless night for the Meng family, whose house is draped in white mourning clothes, and the Jiang family across the street is not faring much better.
Jiang Changhe never woke up after falling and fainting, and at night he developed a high fever.
He hurriedly called a doctor over to examine him, but because Aunt Nie wouldn't let him get close, the doctor couldn't diagnose the problem.
The doctor left in anger, annoyed by their numerous requests. In the end, having no other choice, they dragged the old imperial physician from the estate, despite it being late at night.
It took a lot of effort to go back and forth.
Jiang Changhe's face was flushed red from the fever, and his lips were chapped.
When Wei Wei returned to the Meng residence, the old imperial physician also stepped into the Jiang residence.
Aunt Nie, who had been guarding the door, was so anxious that her face was swollen. As soon as she saw people coming, she grabbed them and ran inside.
At this moment, she completely disregarded etiquette and kept talking.
It was explaining why their master was unconscious.
The old doctor listened carefully but didn't say anything. Only when he placed his hand on Jiang Changhe's wrist did his face darken.
"This is bad."
He never fails to make a statement that is truly shocking.
Aunt Nie was so frightened that she trembled all over: "It was just a fall? How could it be so bad? Physician Jiang, you can't scare us like this!"
The old doctor lowered his eyes and switched to taking the pulse with the other hand, his expression growing increasingly grave.
This frightened Aunt Nie so much that she trembled all over: "Is it really that serious? You must find a way to save my princess!"
Her loud shouting annoyed her third brother, who was sitting next to her.
"If you want to cry, go outside and cry. This place needs to be quiet!"
His words were gloomy, and Aunt Nie dared not say another word.
She covered her mouth, trembling silently.
Because Jiang Changhe was unconscious, his aura was extremely low.
His gaze returned to the old doctor, his voice dry with suppressed emotion: "Please take another good look at Changhe and see what's wrong with her."
"Can you make her come to her senses? I have something to ask her."
The old doctor pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Aunt Nie, who was weeping, and said, "Come forward."
Her third brother was furious, and she didn't dare say a word. The imperial physician called her, and she rushed over immediately.
"Take a look at the princess's ribs. Is one side more swollen?"
Aunt Nie didn't understand what was going on, but she saw that the speed was fast.
After lifting the gauze curtain for a moment, the person exclaimed in horror, "The princess's stomach... is really swollen!"
"How...how could this happen?"
The old physician sighed, his expression grim: "If I'm not mistaken, the princess has broken a rib and there's blood stasis in her chest cavity, which is why she has a persistent high fever."
His words caused everyone present to change their expressions drastically.
"It was just a fall, how could it have gotten this serious?"
Third Brother's face was grim. When he turned to look at Jiang Changhe, whose face was flushed and who was unresponsive, the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
This thing is good for nothing but causing trouble!
All he does is cause trouble all day long! In the end, he even ruined his own life!
Not only did he court disaster, but he also dragged him down with him!
He looked at the imperial physician and asked through gritted teeth, "Can't you cure her?"
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