Chen Changsheng knew that Qingyao Thirteenth Division's teacher and Xu Yourong had both visited Wenshui and had personally treated the elder master, but he still decided to take a look in person.
Just like what he said to the old house manager just now, he has absolute confidence in his medical skills.
Even if everyone concludes that the long house uncle is not poisoned, but suffering from an incurable disease, he still has to see it with his own eyes to believe it.
He looked at the sleepy middle-aged man, trying to find some traces of Tang Thirty-Six in his eyebrows, but found it difficult.
It may be because of being too thin, or it may be because of the golden face.
He sat on the side of the bed and began to take the pulse. After half a quarter of an hour, he took out the golden needle and inserted it into the other person's meridian, and began to conduct more subtle observations.
This time it took a long time, until the middle of the winter day, his fingers were still holding the tail of the golden needle, vibrating in a very rhythmic way.
The door of the room was closed tightly, isolating all the pictures inside, and no one knew what was going on inside.
Nanke stood in front of the door, expressionless and motionless.
No matter it was the brocade stool Mrs. Tang personally brought, or the precious tea offered by the eldest maid, she didn't even look at it, let alone speak.
At the very beginning, seeing His Majesty the Pope enter the uncle's room, the people in the long room couldn't help showing joy. When they thought about it, His Majesty the Pope could refine the cinnabar pill of the living dead, and his medical skills must be extremely high. Even if the Holy Light couldn't save the uncle, it would be enough to feed him a cinnabar pill. However, as time passed, people gradually became anxious. Some daring maids wanted to take a sneak peek, but were scared back by Nan Ke's gaze.
After an unknown amount of time, the closed door finally opened, and Chen Changsheng walked out from inside.
Mrs. Tang went up to meet her. She had been very calm before, but now she could no longer suppress her emotions, her face was full of tension, and there was a look of hope.
Seeing Mrs. Tang's expression, Chen Changsheng took back what he wanted to say.
After such a long time of probing, he already had a very comprehensive understanding of the physical condition of the Tang family uncle, but the more he learned, the more strange he felt. Uncle Tang's body did not have any toxin residues, nor did he have any symptoms of poisoning, but his meridians were gradually withering, and his vitality was constantly disappearing.
The problem is that he can't find the cause, so naturally there is no way to cure it, and there is something very strange, he vaguely sensed some cold breath deep in the main orifice of Tang father's liver meridian, but that breath It is very weak, and the source cannot be traced. It may be an old disease many years ago, or it may be...
"Has the uncle of the Tang family ever injured his waist before?" He asked Mrs. Tang.
Mrs. Tang thought about it seriously, shook her head and said, "I have been injured quite a few times, but I have never hurt my waist."
Chen Changsheng suddenly noticed the perplexed look on Nan Ke's face, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Nan Ke looked at him and said, "I seem to smell something."
Chen Changsheng thought to himself, is this really the case? Turning around and leading her into the room, he said, "Smell carefully."
Nanke kept sniffing the air like a puppy, and kept moving his feet, getting closer and closer to the bed.
Finally, she stopped by the bed, looked at Chen Changsheng and nodded.
Chen Changsheng understood what she meant.
Mrs. Tang was very intelligent. Although she didn't understand what Nanke meant, she did. Her face turned white and her body swayed slightly.
Chen Changsheng looked at her and shook his head.
Mrs. Tang's face showed a determined expression, she stabilized her mind and body.
At this time, some howling sounds suddenly came from outside the second door. It was heard that there were men and women, old and young.
"Open your eyes, Qing Tian, you are finally saved!"
"His Majesty the Pope is as kind as heaven, and I, Hu San, am willing to be a cow and a horse for you!"
"Master, wake up quickly!"
Listening to these voices, shameless expressions appeared on the faces of the maids in the inner house, and the mothers in charge were even more angry. If they didn't think that His Majesty the Pope was here, they might have scolded and said in a hateful voice: " How can these shameless people really care about the master, they are just afraid that the master will be saved by His Majesty and deal with them!"
Chen Changsheng grew up in a Taoist temple, never had he seen such sinister things in the old mansion of the aristocratic family, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
"In the past six months, Tang'er has been chanting scriptures and praying for his father in the ancestral hall, and I was in a hurry to treat the uncle's illness. I inevitably neglected to discipline the servants and disturbed His Majesty. It is really disrespectful."
Mrs. Tang said apologetically, and asked him to go to the study in the next room to rest for a while.
The study was very quiet, and the unfeeling cries from a distance could not be heard.
Apart from Mrs. Tang and him, only Nan Ke followed.
With no outsiders present, Mrs. Tang finally showed her true emotions, her eyes were slightly red and she said, "Thank you His Majesty the Pope for your kindness, and please Your Majesty save my uncle's life. The property of the Tang family can be handed over to the second wife. If you can live, Tang'er can be released."
Chen Changsheng said: "Don't worry, the safety of the uncle and Tang Tang is the most important thing in everything."
Mrs. Tang looked into his eyes to confirm the truth, and then she was really relieved, and said, "Maybe I will borrow His Majesty's sea god power today."
Chen Changsheng understood what she meant, and said, "Ma'am, it doesn't matter if you use it."
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When we returned to the Daoist Hall, it was almost evening, and the setting sun shone on Wenshui, and Chen Changsheng came to the waterside again.
The grass in the back garden has been restored as new, and there is no trace of the assassination last night at all.
Archbishop Yulin, Guan Feibai and others followed him closely, and they never wanted the situation like last night to happen again.
Not long after, the King of Ling Hai came back with the latest news.
In the name of offending His Majesty the Pope, Mrs. Tang directly killed three second-class stewards and more than ten famous servants, and expelled seven or eight women.
During the execution, the King of Ling Hai stood beside him without saying anything, so no one dared to speak.
The face of the manager of the Tang family's old house turned extremely ugly, and finally remained silent.
After hearing what happened in Tang's parents' room, Guan Feibai felt very depressed.
Like Gou Hanshi and most of the disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect, he came from a poor background, and he had some natural resistance to the children of all the families except the senior brother, so at the Ivy Banquet in Kyoto, he saw Tang Thirty-six I don't like my style.
He didn't expect that a poor family has the suffering of a poor family, and an aristocratic family also has the suffering, and it is relatively darker, and the relatives are more ruthless. Just imagine how hard life would be for Mrs. Tang, a widowed mother, if the uncle of the Tang family really died of illness and Tang Thirty-six was imprisoned in the ancestral hall
"We have to find a way to get that guy out quickly." He looked at Chen Changsheng and said.
Chen Changsheng thought more.
In addition to rescuing Tang Thirty-Six from the ancestral hall, the Tang family's uncle's illness has also taken shape.
It's just that to solve these two things, it still depends on the attitude of the Tang family.
He said to Bishop Wenshui: "Make arrangements, I will see Mrs. Tang tomorrow."