The mother of the Hou family eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and went crazy, I won by sucking milk

Not going well?

Jiang Wanqing frowned.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Didn't we win the battle this time? The food has already been transported. As for Dad, I have already sent many people to protect him."

Jiang Ao looked sullenly at Jiang Lingyi and nodded to her.

Then he sighed again.

He leaned close to Jiang Wanqing's ear and whispered something softly.

When Jiang Wanqing heard this, her eyes widened and she looked at her father who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, her gaze flickering.

Jiang Ao patted Jiang Wanqing on the shoulder and said, "Only you and my elder brother know about this matter. Don't let it slip and make them worry."

Jiang Wanqing nodded.

But my mind began to bear the burden.

No wonder...

This time, even if my father pretended to be sick, he would retire and return home.

It turned out that it was because I was really injured.

Jiang Wanqing suddenly thought of something.

Then he looked at Jiang Ao again and asked, "By the way, second brother, how long can you stay in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion this time?"

Jiang Ao raised his eyebrows: "The return date has not been determined yet, what's the matter?"

Jiang Wanqing nodded, looked at the people around him, and then looked at Jiang Lingyi and Jiang Ao.

He said, "After things are over here, the three of us will talk in detail."

Jiang Lingyi and Jiang Ao met each other at first sight.

He replied, "Okay."

On the bed, the Duke of Zhenguo slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the imperial physician in front of him, he wanted to take off his clothes.

He interrupted immediately and said, "There are no wounds on my body. I think it is probably just the accumulated injuries over the years that caused the current injuries. My body is suddenly not as good as before. The imperial physician will take my pulse."

Listening to the words of the Duke of Zhenguo, the imperial doctors looked at each other.

Finally, he nodded helplessly.

He took the pulse of the Duke of Zhenguo again.

Time passes by every second.

Sweat broke out on the imperial physician's forehead.

After a while, he looked at Doctor Chen behind him with a troubled expression.

He signaled Doctor Chen to come and take his pulse.

Doctor Chen felt depressed when he saw the other person like this.

The one who came this time was Chu Qiao from the Imperial Hospital.

To have such an expression naturally means that the other person is seriously ill.

Doctor Chen stepped forward, sat on the stool, and took the pulse of the Duke of Zhenguo.

But after a while, he showed the same difficult expression as the imperial physician before.

Then, Doctor Chen also stood up, turned around and looked at the old man behind him, bowed his head and said, "Master, please take my pulse."

The old man raised his half-closed eyes slightly.

He couldn't help but frowned.

"Are you guys going backwards as you get older? There are so many people, but you can't even identify a single pulse?"

The group of imperial physicians, led by Imperial Physician Chen, all lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

The old man snorted, shook his sleeves, and sat on the stool.

He stretched out his hand to feel the pulse of the Duke of Zhenguo, while stroking his gray beard.

After a while his expression changed a little. He was no longer relaxed and no longer stroked his beard.

Frowning and sighing from time to time.

Not far away, the Duke's wife was whispering to Liu Yinyin.

"Yinyin, the medicine Wanqing gave me is too magical, isn't it? It can actually fool so many people in the Imperial Hospital?"

Liu Yinyin frowned.

Echoed: "The medicine given by my younger sister is naturally the best."

The old man then asked someone to bring a cup full of water and a silver needle.

He pricked the Duke of Zhenguo's finger with a silver needle and caught some of the blood in a cup.

He took the cup of blood, put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully.

He dipped his index finger in some blood, held it in his mouth, and tasted some.

But his complexion became even darker.

Finally, the old man stood up.

He bowed to the Duke and said, "Duke."

The Duke of Zhenguo looked weak and looked at the old man: "What's the result? The imperial physician doesn't need to hide it. I know my own body condition."

The old man glanced hesitantly at the Duke's wife and the young masters not far away.

Then he sighed and said slowly: "The poison has penetrated into the Duke's lungs. I'm afraid... I'm afraid... But the Duke must be at ease. We will do our best to prepare an antidote for the Duke."

As soon as these words came out.

The imperial doctors behind the old man looked as if they had expected it.

The Duke's injuries were more serious than they believed.

They didn't dare to make a decision, and suddenly they all started to refuse.

Unexpectedly, the old man's pulse diagnosis results were the same.

The Duke's wife heard this and cried out, "Master!"

The next second, he pounced directly on the Duke Zhenguo who was lying on the bed.

He was crying with tears on his face.

He looked at the old man somewhat haggardly.

He then asked, "Doctor, what kind of poison did my master get? How did it get into his lungs? Why did he get poisoned out of nowhere?"

The Duke's wife asked a series of questions, leaving the other party speechless for a while.

After pondering for a while, he said, "Madam, this poison... I have never seen it before, but it is so fierce that it is difficult to resist. But don't worry, Madam, the imperial doctors of the Imperial Hospital will do their best to treat you."

Doctor Chen at the side also echoed: "Yes, Madam, the Duke of Zhenguo has blessed our Great Zhou and is a hero of our Great Zhou. We will definitely try our best to come up with a way to detoxify."

The other imperial physicians also echoed this.

At this time, Liu Yinyin also took a step forward and patted the Duke's wife on the back to help her breathe slowly.

With red eyes, he consoled her: "Don't worry, Mom. Dad will be fine. We have to trust the Imperial Hospital."

Upon hearing this, the Duke's wife laid on the Duke's shoulder, sobbing cautiously.

The old man watched the Duke's wife crying uncontrollably, while the Duke himself, who was weak, had to comfort his wife.

Then he walked to Jiang Lingyi's face and bowed to her.

Then he said, "Master, we will go back to the Imperial Hospital and find out what kind of poison the Duke was poisoned with!"

nodded.

He glanced at Jiang Wushang and said, "Third brother, send the imperial doctors off."

Jiang Wushang nodded and handed the child in his arms to Jiang Wanqing.

He then made a 'please' gesture towards the imperial physician.

After the imperial doctors left, the room suddenly became emptier.

Jiang Wanqing looked at the weak appearance of the Duke of Zhenguo and her mother who was lying all over him, and she couldn't help but feel worried.

Then he glanced at Jiang Lingyi.

Jiang Lingyi, who was standing by, also looked at the Duke's wife and said at the right time: "Mother, it's rare to have so many people gathered at home now. You can take Yinyin with you and ask the chef to prepare more dishes that we like."

The Duke's wife also stopped crying.

The Duke of Zhenguo still looks weak.

I don't know why, but I still feel a little worried.

He looked at Jiang Wanqing uncertainly: "Wanqing, is the medicine you gave your father really okay?"