Yu Hezhang looked at Duanmu Qingchen excitedly: "This young master... really knows the imperial physician?!" Yu Hezhang couldn't help but look at Duanmu Qingchen carefully, and found that Duanmu Qingchen was wearing gorgeous clothes, and the fabrics were all top-notch. At a glance, he could tell that Duanmu Qingchen must be a powerful young man in the capital, with a high status.
Duanmu Qingchen took the opportunity to go in, showing sympathy and concern: "Dean Yu, as long as you let us in..." Duanmu Qingchen stretched out his hand and forcefully took Fu Mingrui in, and said seriously, "The matter of the imperial physician is easy to deal with. I am familiar with Imperial Physician Zhang, Imperial Physician Liang, and Imperial Physician Qian. If one can't cure it, I will call them all!"
Duanmu Qingchen patted Fu Mingrui and raised his eyebrows at him, looking very proud.
Fu Mingrui didn't even bother to look at him. He turned away from him and left his "arms".
"Okay, okay." Yu Hezhang immediately invited Duanmu Qingchen and Fu Mingrui to come in.
Fu Mingrui walked through the Yu family compound and noticed that the servants were listless and whispered while doing things. When they saw them, they lowered their heads and pretended to work, looking guilty and sneaky.
The servants in the Yu family compound were absent-minded in their work, and Yu Hezhang did not notice or reprimand them, which also proved that Yu Hezhang no longer had the energy and energy to take care of his own servants. This girl's illness must have tortured the whole family.
Before I even reached the maid's room, I could already hear crying.
"Wow-wow-it hurts-it hurts-ah-grandma-grandpa-wow-" The child's heart-wrenching cry immediately hurt Fu Mingrui and Duanmu Qingchen's hearts. Anyone could tell that this was not an ordinary cry.
The crying of children is also different. Those who are scolded by their fathers, bullied, or injured by falling down may cry a little or cry loudly. But the crying of this little girl is particularly heartbreaking. At such a young age, she is enduring unimaginable pain.
"Grandpa—Grandpa—wah—wah—Wait, where is Grandpa—wah—" The girl cried breathlessly and her throat was hoarse.
Yu Hezhang immediately broke into a jog: "Hey—Grandpa is here—Grandpa is here—" His voice was already a little choked.
From the room in front, a woman came out hurriedly holding a little girl in her arms, her eyes also wet with tears: "Don't cry... Don't cry... Grandpa is here, Grandpa is here..." The one holding the girl was her grandmother, Yu Pingting's mother, Sun Shujuan.
When Sun Shujuan saw Yu Hezhang, she hurriedly carried the girl forward. The girl immediately threw herself into Yu Hezhang's arms, resting her head on his shoulder and sobbing: "Grandpa... it hurts... it hurts... it hurts..." The child was tired and fell asleep quickly on Yu Hezhang's shoulder.
Sun Shujuan was secretly wiping away tears. The woman, who was less than 40 years old, looked like He Zhizhang, who was in his early 50s, with gray hair and deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Duanmu Qingchen felt sad watching this, turned around and patted Fu Mingrui, choking: "Go by yourself, it hurts me watching..." Duanmu Qingchen raised his face, trying hard not to let his tears fall, he hated to see children in so much pain.
Although Fu Mingrui had experienced many life and death situations, he felt uncomfortable whenever he had to deal with a child's body. He was just a little better than Duanmu Qingchen, not as emotional as him.
He took a deep breath to ease the pain in his heart and calm down. He walked forward and whispered, "Since the child is asleep... let her go back to her room..."
Yu Hezhang choked up and shook his head: "No... The girl will wake up as soon as she touches the bed. Even if she falls asleep at night, she will be woken up by the pain..." Yu Hezhang couldn't help but shed tears when he talked about the sad things.
"My girl is suffering so much..." Sun Shujuan said with tears streaming down her face. Ever since the girl came to Yu's house, Sun Shujuan could be said to have been washing her face every night.
Yu Hezhang reached out his hand and put his arm around Sun Shujuan's shoulders, wiped her tears, and said softly, "This is Master Fu from the Eight Gates. They can find an imperial physician to see the girl."
"What? Imperial physician?" Sun Shujuan immediately knelt down to Fu Mingrui, "Sir, please save me."
Fu Mingrui hurriedly supported her, feeling upset: "Mrs. Yu, please stop kneeling. Tell me, what happened to this girl?"
Yu Hezhang walked gently with the girl in his arms, as if only in this way could the girl take a nap.
Sun Shujuan wiped her tears and said, "We don't know what's wrong with Ya'er... We've been looking for doctors... But they can't help... The doctors all said... They can't tell what's wrong with Ya'er..."
"Did the girl get this disease after being sent to the Yu family, or before?" Fu Mingrui continued to ask softly.
“It was before…” Sun Shujuan’s face turned a little sallow due to long-term sleeplessness. “In the letter written by Pingting, Yaer’s illness was mentioned. It seemed that… Yaer had it when she was half a year old… Yaer was always crying then, but she was young and couldn’t speak. Pingting just thought that Yaer didn’t sleep well. When Yaer could speak, she said that she always had a headache… It’s really not Pingting’s retribution on Yaer, it’s really not…” Facing the bad words outside, Sun Shujuan burst into tears again.
Fu Mingrui silently memorized it. Ya'er had this disease when Yu Pingting was alive, so those rumors that it was Yu Pingting's retribution for her evil deeds were already broken without any attack. People's hearts are extremely evil, and they can't stand seeing others doing well.
Fu Mingrui immediately comforted her: "Don't worry, Madam Yu, once the girl is cured, those vicious rumors will be dispelled."
Sun Shujuan cried harder and harder: “We really, really tried so many methods… We even invited monks and Taoist priests… Because the girl sometimes said, mom is here… We really thought… wow… wow… we really tried everything…” Sun Shujuan was already unable to speak.
"It's all your fault! You believed in those superstitious things!" When it comes to inviting monks and Taoist priests to chant scriptures at home, He Zhizhang is furious. "That will make the outsiders proud! It will prove that all the nonsense they said is true!"
“Hmm… Hmm… It hurts… It hurts—wah-wah—” Suddenly, the girl really started crying again.
He Zhizhang quickly hugged the girl and coaxed her: "Oh~ Grandpa is here, Grandpa is here..."
But when the girl woke up, she started howling non-stop!
Fu Mingrui stood by, watching with heartache and anxiety, and really wanted to help He Zhizhang comfort the girl for a while. The child really just slept for a while, and was awakened by the pain again. Fu Mingrui couldn't imagine such torture! No matter how smart he was, how much he could solve the mystery and find the smartest murderer. However, at this moment, in front of the child's painful cry, he felt a strong sense of helplessness and powerlessness.
He felt the pain and helplessness that He Zhizhang and Sun Shujuan had been experiencing for a long time. He wanted to help, but he didn't know how to help them. (To be continued)