The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

The doctor said confidently: "What's going on here? Keep heating the water. The hotter the water, the faster the disease will be cured."

The doctors who were scolded by Song Shimao for several days all said depressing words. Only this doctor was a man who had seen the world, because he could recognize what kind of disease Mo Haitao had at a glance. It was enough to make Mr. Mo and Mrs. Song look at him differently.

From the fact that he could call out the name of this strange disease and treat Feng Gou so comfortably, his medical skills were so convinced that Mr. Song and Mr. Mo even worshiped them, so they put all their hopes They all placed their trust in this doctor. They believed in every word he said and believed that this man could cure Mo Haitao.

When the doctor said to heat it, they added firewood to the bottom of the pot. When the doctor said to add medicine, they poured a packet of herbs into the pot. They turned a deaf ear to Butler Cao's questions. What the doctor said was what they wanted to listen to.

Suddenly Mo Haitao screamed twice, and then his voice suddenly disappeared.

Butler Cao said: "Hurry up and turn off the engine. I feel something is wrong with the young master."

The doctor insisted: "Why put out the fire? I have to add more firewood. I know what is wrong with him."

Butler Cao said: "This young master is drooping his head. Please help him out quickly."

The doctor said: "When he put it in the pot, he just hung his head, just like now. The time has not come yet, so he can't get out of the pot."

Master Mo reached out and touched the water. The temperature was quite high, but it was not high enough to cook someone.

Master Mo said to the doctor: "The temperature is not low anymore."

"Am I the doctor or you are the doctor? What are you afraid of when I'm here? My rhubarb was cured with this recipe. Now it's alive and kicking. It's fine."

Mr. Mo rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "It would be great if my son could get in trouble this time. I will definitely thank you sir."

The doctor smiled and raised his eyebrows. This was the famous Mo family in Bianjing. He had already gained a lot today. If he was rewarded with something valuable, he would have no worries about food and clothing in the future, so he personally put the pot into the pot. Two more handfuls of firewood were added to the bottom.

Mo Haitao soaked another stick of incense under everyone's attention. Butler Cao couldn't stand anymore. No matter how he looked at Mo Haitao in the pot, he felt something was wrong. He stepped forward with uneasiness and anxiety in his heart. He reached out and touched Mo Haitao's breath. He was frightened and took a step back. Then he turned around and knelt in front of Master Mo in panic. "Master, Master... Young Master, he... has passed away."

Butler Cao's words were like a thunderbolt. Master Mo ran to the pot and stretched out his trembling hand to touch Mo Haitao's breath. Sure enough, he was out of breath. He couldn't bear such a blow mentally, so he couldn't bear the blow. After falling to the ground, Butler Cao quickly knelt and crawled over to help Master Mo up, but the man suffered such a heavy blow that he fainted.

At this time, the situation in the courtyard had already alerted the nursing staff at the door. The doctor who wanted to take advantage of the panic to escape was also pushed to the ground by the nursing staff on the spot, "It's not that easy to run away."

Mrs. Song cried in disbelief, but did not dare to take a step closer to the cauldron. She stumbled and ran for two steps, grabbed the doctor's collar and shook her as hard as she could, "Give me back my son, give back my son... "

The pain of losing a child is like a fatal blow. It is unbearable for everyone, and this vicious-hearted woman is no exception. The wailing sounds from the yard can be heard from a long distance. At this time, the whole yard is filled with a strange feeling. With an aura of panic hanging over him, even the burly Gu Yuan felt his spine tingle, because Mo Hai Tao's death method was too abstract, outrageous and weird.

Mo Haiyao also got the news immediately. Coincidentally, he did not leave the house today. He had been reading and drinking tea in his yard. He thought that today would be a clean day. How could he be a family of three who wanted to keep calm? There was such a big commotion.

"The eldest young master, the second young master is dead."

Mo Haiyao reacted for a moment and felt that he heard correctly, so he put the book in his hand on the table: "Didn't I invite a lot of doctors these days? Besides, they still have the medicine I prepared. Even if You won’t die just lying in bed.”

"He was put to death by a quack doctor."

"How to put him to death?"

When Mo Haiyao heard this, his scalp went numb. How could the body be exposed to water when it was rotten like that? How stupid this was.

"Master, there's a chaos over there, what should we do?"

Mo Haiyao said, "I'll go take a look."

Looking at Gu Yu who stood up with him, Mo Haiyao said, "You'd better not go, you'll be scared."

Guyu said: "I am not timid. If you send me something, I will have to do it for you."

Mo Haiyao said: "You are really getting better and better, then let's go."

When Mo Haiyao went there, the scene in the yard was very scary.

There was a wooden board placed in the yard, and Mo Haitao was placed just like that on the wooden board. The skin and flesh on his body were indescribable. The guards who took him out were so frightened that they broke into a cold sweat and they still dare not take another look.

Mo Haiyao said: "It's too indecent, Guyu, go and call those two servants."

Guyu hid behind Mo Haiyao and covered his nose and said, "Master, who are the two servants?"

Mo Haiyao said: "Have you forgotten? They were the two people who dug the hole to bury me."

Gu Yu's big dark eyes suddenly widened, "Oh, they two, I'll go get them right away."

Mo Haiyao said: "Let them bring a mat."

The news that the second young master Mo Haitao was cured to death by a quack doctor has spread around the house. In such a short time, the news has changed. Some people say that he died with medicine, another that he was boiled to death in hot water, and then the news spread. It's not necessarily how Mo Haitao died.

Soon the two servants named by Mo Haiyao came with a straw mat.

"Master, you call us."

Mo Haiyao nodded and said, "Roll up the second young master with a mat and bury him."

Mr. Song, who was kneeling on the ground crying and crying, quit, "Ahhhh... no one is allowed to touch my son..."

Mo Haiyao said to the two families who came: "Let's do it."

"Yes."

The two people quickly rolled her up. Song was stopped one meter away. No matter how she beat and cursed, she could not break free from the restraints of the two guards.

At this time, Mr. Mo, who was unconscious, woke up and walked out of the house. When he saw Mo Haiyao, he cursed: "You bastard, where are you going to get my son? He is your brother."

Mo Haitao said to the two servants who were carrying Mo Haitao's body: "See if the hole dug when I was buried alive last time is still there. Bury the person there now. It's nice there, overgrown with weeds, and far away." It’s a good place to sleep underground among people.”