The daughter of the firstborn is rebellious and is reborn to bury her whole family

As he entered the courtyard, Shen Qiyin discovered that there were not many servants serving in the courtyard, and they all looked cautious.

Even when greeting Marquis Wu'an and his wife, they just bowed and no one spoke a word.

It's so quiet.

The whole yard is so quiet.

Apart from the intermittent and unpleasant piano sound that sounded like a dying person choking on a mouthful of phlegm, there was no other sound.

When the group reached the door of the room, the servants who followed them all stopped at the same time. Only Marquis Wu'an and his wife led Shen Qiyin into the house.

The room was dark.

With the sunlight coming through the open door, she saw two puddles of water on the ground. They were not completely dry yet, as if something had just been knocked over.

Only when she entered the room did she discover that the windows were nailed shut from the inside. The little bit of sunlight that seeped through the wooden boards seemed like a rare gift from God.

The wall opposite the window is hung with various ancient guqins, each of which is priceless.

It was not until he walked to the second room that Shen Qiyin finally saw the person playing the piano.

He was a very frail young man, sitting on the ground with disheveled hair, a guqin on his knees. His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and there seemed to be an lingering hostility between his brows.

He was humming an unknown tune, which was completely different from the "magic music" he played.

Hearing the noise, he looked up suddenly, his eyes were dark and looked a little scary.

Shen Qiyin was suddenly stunned.

That face... is actually 70% similar to Qianxing!

Wu Anhou walked up to him and squatted down. He was such a rough and bold man, but at this moment, he pinched his throat and tried to speak softly to the other party: "Son, Daddy has invited a miracle doctor to come. Can you let her take a look at you?"

"It's cured, and the headache is gone."

"Come, give the piano to Daddy, and let the miracle doctor check your pulse first."

While he was coaxing Wei Heng over there, the Marquis's wife also told him all about Wei Heng's situation.

"This child has been in poor health since birth. He has been taking medicine since he was able to eat. We have invited many famous doctors to prescribe medicine, but it's just to keep him alive. He hasn't gotten better."

"It was not until a few years ago that a new director took office at the Imperial Hospital. With his treatment, Heng'er finally recovered."

The Marquis's wife wiped away the tears from her eyes, her voice choking with sobs: "Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. He got sick again not long after he recovered."

Shen Qiyin: "Then the head of the academy is also helpless?"

"No." The Marquis's wife shook her head: "The old head of the hospital has retired and returned to his hometown. We have sent people to look for him, but there has been no trace of him."

"Later, one of the imperial physicians volunteered."

"He said that when the old dean was here, he followed him around whenever he had free time in order to learn his medical skills. It was common for him to help him prepare and decoct medicines. So he knew the prescription that the old dean used to treat Heng'er."

"He said he was confident that he could cure Heng'er."

Shen Qiyin frowned slightly.

Having confidence and having ability are two different things.

Judging from the current state of the Third Master Wei, it seemed that the imperial physician was probably exaggerating.

Sure enough, the Marquis’ wife immediately said, “But who would have thought that not only did he fail to cure Heng’er’s illness, he also made him into this state!”

"Once he got sick, he became insane and even didn't recognize me and his father."

"We were afraid that he might hurt someone due to his mental deterioration, so we had to lock him up."

"To be honest with you, the doctor, Heng'er suddenly fell ill while we were waiting for you to come. The Marquis and I had to come over to see him, which is why we kept you waiting for so long."

Shen Qiyin's gaze fell on Wei Heng again: "Excuse me, Madam, what does the young master look like when he is well?"

"Alas, it is just as the girl sees it." This is the good time.

He spends the whole day with his zither, not talking and ignoring anyone.

Seeing that Wu Anhou had tried to coax Wei Heng to put down the zither for a long time but failed, Shen Qiyin said, "It's okay."

She walked up to Wei Heng, slowly squatted down, and tentatively reached out her hand to his wrist.

But as soon as my fingertips touched his skin, he grabbed my hand and bit it!

"Hiss——" Shen Qiyin gasped in pain.

Wu Anhou was shocked: "Hey! Child...are you hungry?"

Hearing this, the Marquis's wife went up and punched him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and help the miracle doctor!"

She also hurriedly tried to pry Wei Heng's hand away from Shen Qiyin's.

"Son, this is not something you can eat." Wu Anhou thought that the girl was born with delicate skin and tender flesh, and his son would lose two taels of flesh if he took a bite: "If you want to bite, bite daddy."

"Yes, bite your father." The Marquis's wife echoed, "Your father has thick skin and flesh, and is chewy."

But no matter what they said or did, Wei Heng refused to let go, and even held Shen Qiyin's hand tighter and tighter.

Realizing this, Shen Qi quickly said to Marquis Wu'an and his wife, "You two should let go first."

Wu An Hou: "Let go?! What if he bites you to death if you let go?"

Then he was punched by the Marquis's wife again.

They let go of their hands as they were told, but Wei Heng still held Shen Qiyin's hand tightly until the sound of a piano rang out. Then he suddenly let go and looked down at the piano on his knees in a daze.

With a light pluck of the strings, pleasant and clear sounds flow out.

Marquis Wu'an and his wife thought that Wei Heng forgot about biting because he heard the sound of the zither, but Shen Qiyin knew that it was not the sound of the zither that made him shut up, but the music that the zither played.

It was exactly the tune he had been humming just now.

But after playing only a few notes, Shen Qiyin stopped.

Seeing this, Wei Heng pulled her hand and placed it on the strings.

He wants to listen!

Shen Qiyin played a few more notes and then stopped again.

As expected, Wei Heng pulled her hand over and placed it on the strings again.

But this time, Shen Qiyin did not play anymore. Instead, he held his wrist, as if telling him: If you want to listen to the piano, you have to take your pulse first.

Wei Heng stared at her in a daze. His face was as pale as paper, but his lips became unusually red because of the blood stained on her hands. He was as fascinating as a ghost.

Shen Qiyin concentrated on taking his pulse, but his expression became increasingly serious.

Seeing this, Wu Anhou's heart was in his throat: "How is it, miracle doctor? Can my son's illness be cured?"

"Tsk!" The Marquis's wife punched him twice again: "Don't disturb the miracle doctor!"

After a moment, Shen Qiyin withdrew his hand.

Wu Anhou asked hurriedly: "How is it?"

"Young Master is not ill, but poisoned."

"Poisoned?!"

"what?!"

Marquis Wu'an and his wife exclaimed in unison, obviously not expecting such a situation.

The Marquis's wife said, "To be honest with you, Doctor, since Heng'er got this madness, countless doctors have come to the mansion to see him, but they all said that Heng'er was stupid or crazy, and no one mentioned poisoning."

Naturally, the doctors invited by the Marquis' Mansion were all well-known and renowned.

Shen Qiyin did not discuss other people's medical skills, but only talked about his own diagnosis: "From the pulse, the young master has taken an excessive amount of Xiaoyao Ju, which has caused his thoughts to become confused and his behavior to become abnormal."

"It is a highly poisonous herb, but if used properly, it can be a miraculous pain reliever."

"Thousands of years ago..."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Shen Qiyin had said half of his words when he saw Marquis Wu'an suddenly start coughing violently.