Favoring concubines and killing wives? The miraculous doctor mistress went crazy after her rebirth

The old lady's vomiting blood and fainting scared everyone.

In the eyes of everyone, the old lady was in good health and rarely fell ill. Moreover, she held great power in the mansion and never looked tired.

And everything can be planned in an orderly manner.

It can be said that the old lady’s harsh image is also deeply rooted in everyone’s mind.

He suddenly vomited blood and fainted, which scared everyone.

Seeing that several doctors had come to the mansion at once, the news spread among the servants in the mansion.

"Not only did the old lady faint this time, she also vomited blood."

"Is this true? He actually vomited blood. That must be serious."

"If it wasn't serious, why would they invite several doctors to check on the old lady? Could the old lady really be in trouble?"

No one dared to respond.

"I heard that he heard some important news and was stimulated."

"I don't know what could have irritated the old lady to this extent."

No one could guess anything after much guessing.

"The Madam looked sick when the Marquis invited her back. Now the old Madam is sick again. Our Marquis's Mansion is really suffering!"

"At this critical moment, how can we distribute porridge?"

"This is definitely something that the Marquis is concerned about. Everyone should just do what they need to do."

Murong Chuan was in the old lady's room, watching the doctor taking her pulse and hearing the doctor say that the old lady vomited blood because of anger.

This time, vomiting blood caused the old lady's health condition to take a turn for the worse.

Several doctors discussed prescribing medicine for the old lady.

Murong Chuan looked a little dazed, looking at the old lady on the bed with a calm expression.

He didn't look worried at all.

He actually tried hard to look worried, but he couldn't convince himself.

The moment his mother vomited blood, he was shocked for a moment, but then he felt a sense of secret joy in his heart.

It's an incredible feeling.

He actually hoped that something would happen to his mother.

He actually hoped that no one in this mansion would be able to suppress and control him anymore.

Is he born with a cold heart?

It seems that he is like his mother. The old lady probably has the same temper, so if he does something that she is not happy with, she will either beat or scold him.

But he has to do his best to save face.

The State of Yan places great emphasis on filial piety, and he cannot let anyone see anything.

Previously, because of Jiang Zhinian’s incident, his reputation was damaged by a wave of attacks.

The reputation cannot be damaged any further.

The old lady was seriously ill and in a coma, and the lady was also ill, so the whole mansion was in a panic.

At this time Su Wanruo started whispering in Murong Chuan's ear again.

"My Lord, you see that your aunt and the lady are both ill, and you are so worried about the affairs of the Marquis' Mansion. I want to share all this with you."

"Wanruo, you are the only one who understands me and my hard work."

"If my wife were half as good as you, I wouldn't have to worry so much."

Murong Chuan felt that there was simply no comparison. If Jiang Zhinian didn't have a good background, he would be inferior to Wanruo in every way.

Su Wanruo felt proud when she lowered her head.

It would be great if Jiang Zhinian was sick, or even better if she died, then she would be the mistress of this marquisate.

Su Wanruo asked tentatively, "My Lord, I see that Madam is very ill. Is she really alright?"

Murong Chuan was reluctant to mention Jiang Zhinian. He frowned and said, "It's okay for now."

"I saw that my aunt was ill and the house was in chaos, and someone was needed to take care of things. I didn't want my cousin to suffer, so I thought of doing something for him, so that I would feel better."

"Otherwise, seeing my cousin working so hard, I would feel very uncomfortable..."

Su Wanruo looked sincere and genuine, as if she was really thinking about Murong Chuan.

Murong Chuan was very willing to come to Su Wanruo because he could feel that Su Wanruo relied on him wholeheartedly.

He could also feel that Su Wanruo was thinking about him wholeheartedly, which made him feel very comfortable.

"If you are not in good health, please stay out of the matter."

Su Wanruo insisted, "But I can't watch my cousin suffer, watch the mansion become chaotic, and watch the lady fall ill without caring about anything. Now the servants are talking nonsense."

"I take care of the affairs of the mansion, and I can also share my cousin's worries."

Su Wanruo naturally wanted to take over the management of the household chores.

Murong Chuan pondered for a moment and said, "You have never managed it before..."

Without waiting for Murong Chuan to finish, Su Wanruo hurriedly said, "Cousin, I learned it from my aunt. I can do it. I can also do the accounting, you know."

"I just want to share my cousin's worries. I also hope that my wife will get better soon, so that I can continue to manage the affairs of the mansion and share my cousin's worries."

"My cousin hasn't slept well these past two days. I know that."

As she spoke, Su Wanruo shed another tear.

Murong Chuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's ask Madam about this first!"

After hearing these words, Su Wanruo secretly hated that even though Jiang Zhinian was sick, Murong Chuan still had to consider her.

Why didn’t he die of illness in Zhuangzi?

……

After coming out from Su Wanruo, Murong Chuan was blown by the cold wind a few times and regained consciousness.

He thought, "This is the time when Jiang Zhinian is needed, and we cannot take away her housekeeper rights."

He knew that his mother attached great importance to power and authority, and he guessed that Jiang Zhinian did the same.

"Right now, distributing porridge is more important."

At this time, the chief steward came running over and said, "My Lord, the rice and grain raised by the porridge stall set up by our mansion is only enough to last for another day."

The old lady was seriously ill, and the lady looked too ill to take care of things.

The Marquis could only temporarily take out the rice from the granary in his mansion, and then take out some silver for them to buy rice and provide porridge.

I thought I would wait a few days until my wife felt better and then let her serve more rice porridge.

Murong Chuan's expression changed drastically, "Why so fast?"

"Didn't you say that it could last at least another four or five days?"

The grain stored in the Marquis's warehouse was originally intended to be kept for backup.

There is no way to take it out now.

The chief steward bowed his head and said, "There are more and more refugees, and some are even causing trouble. If they hadn't been stopped by the soldiers at the city gate, we might not have been able to save the shed."

"Your Majesty, you should think of a solution. Otherwise, it will be even more embarrassing if the porridge stall is removed."

"Because we are distributing porridge, everyone is trying their best to say what the Marquis said. We must not make any mistakes at this critical moment."

Murong Chuan also understood this truth.

His head started to hurt at this time.

"I'll figure out a way to deal with this."

After the manager went down, Murong Chuan punched the tree next to him.

"Why did something happen at this time? Why did everyone get sick like this?"

Murong Chuan was very annoyed.

But no matter how angry I am, I have to go find Jiang Zhinian.

Murong Chuan took a tougher stance this time.

"Madam, the Marquis' Mansion is in crisis right now. I hope you can find a way to distribute the porridge."

"Otherwise, my mansion will become a joke and a reason for political enemies to attack and destroy us."

"Madam doesn't want to see the Marquis' Mansion become like that, or does Madam want the Marquis' Mansion to become a joke? Do you want something bad to happen to the Marquis' Mansion?"

At this moment, Murong Chuan no longer called her Zhinian, but directly called her Madam in a cold and harsh tone.

Jiang Zhinian felt sarcastic in his heart, but he couldn't help it.

He suffered even more later.