Chapter 273 Birthday Banquet ([-])

"My poor Shengge, she fell ill at such a young age, what an injustice from God!" she cried, moving her heart.

Zhang Zhilan seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and beat her chest hard, "Blame me, all this is my fault!"

Seeing this, everyone was even more puzzled, what does this matter have to do with Da Furen?
"Today, I shouldn't, I shouldn't mention this matter."

Everyone wondered, what's the matter?

"When we were chatting today, I talked about my sister, and I couldn't help but say a few more words. My sister also had such a sudden illness back then, and she was unconscious all the time. The doctor speculated that this strange disease would be inherited, so these years , I have been taking care of Shengge carefully, for fear that one day she will suddenly fall ill and become unconscious like her biological mother."

"I didn't expect..." Zhang Zhilan seemed to be very regretful, and burst into tears, "I didn't expect that Sheng Ge would fall ill so soon!"

"Blame me! It's all my fault. I shouldn't have mentioned this matter. If I hadn't mentioned this matter today, maybe Sheng Ge wouldn't have a sudden illness."

Crying, resting her head on Su Wunian's lap like a puddle of ooze, she regretted endlessly, "It's your mother who hurt you..."

Anyone who saw this situation would be deeply moved, but the stepmother, for the sake of loving and worrying about Shen Shengge so much, must praise her as a good wife and mother.

Jiang quickly stepped forward to pull Zhang Zhilan up, "Don't be sad and blame yourself, Mrs. Everyone has their own fate, how can you blame this?"

"Even if you don't mention it today, the disease itself is in her body, and it will happen sooner or later. It's just a coincidence."

"If you want to blame it, blame her for her bad luck and inheriting her biological mother's strange disease."

Shen Shengge's mother, Wang Ziyuan, the youngest daughter of Chen Guogong's mansion, also fainted suddenly, and has been unconscious since then. She is still in Shen's mansion and is being taken care of.This is a well-known fact, there have long been rumors that Wang Ziyuan was born with a strange disease.

Chen Guogong's mansion also specially sent people to diagnose and treat, but the pulse condition was strange, and the cause could not be diagnosed.

Some people speculated that something bad happened to them, and they remained unconscious. Chen Guogong's mansion privately invited Taoist priests to do it, but it didn't help.In the end, nothing but let it go.

"Nonsense!" Chu Muchen was obviously angry, "Who said it would be inherited?"

Zhang Zhilan, who was lying on Su Wunian's lap, suddenly stopped crying for a moment, and then cried again: "Big son-in-law, I know you can't accept the truth, but it is the truth."

"Doctor Zhang also diagnosed my sister at the beginning, and the pulse condition is exactly the same as Shengge's. This is heredity."

"I don't believe it!" Chu Muchen hugged Su Wunian tightly, "It was fine just now, but suddenly passed out, there must be another reason."

"If you talk about a weird disease, it's clearly a quack doctor!"

When Dr. Zhang heard this, he was a little bit annoyed, "General Chu, if you feel that the old man's medical skills are not good, you can find someone else to check Mrs. Chu's pulse."

"If he can diagnose the cause of this weird pulse, the old man will bow down."

But where can the Shen family go to find a doctor right now?Everyone looked at each other, feeling sorry for General Chu. He loved Shen Shengge so much, he must not be able to accept this fact.

Doctor Zhang was a little proud, how could he make a wrong diagnosis?His reputation is not bad in the imperial capital, otherwise the dignitaries of the imperial capital would not let him come to see his pulse.

Not far away from the crowd, the rare deer couldn't help but sneered complacently when he saw it, quietly withdrew from the crowd and went to a place where there were few people.

Find a place where no one is around, hide in the grass, pick up a branch, dig up the soil, hide a piece of white paper in the soil, and quickly bury it.

"What are you doing?!" There was a sudden roar from outside the grass, which made the deer shiver in fright.

On the other side, Wang Yanyi, who was slightly drunk, saw Shen Shengge fainted, and Chu Muchen became angry, sobering up more than half of the wine.Seeing that no one stood up to diagnose Shen Shengge's pulse, he strode forward, "Let me do it!"

Everyone looked at him in unison, "Young Master Wang, do you know how to take a pulse?"

Mr. Fan thought that Wang Yanyi was drunk, and reminded: "Master Wang, this is a pulse diagnosis, and you don't know how to do it at all."

Gongsun Ye, who had always been at odds with Wang Yanyi, sneered, "Your cousin is unconscious, you cousin, why are you still crazy about alcohol?"

Wang Yanyi rolled her eyes, "Who says I can't diagnose pulse?"

"I'm going to see a doctor for you now!"

He strode towards Shen Shengge, Zhang Zhilan saw him coming, and was supported by Jiang Shi to get up and let him go.

Chu Muchen raised his eyes and asked him, "Do you really know how?"

"Didn't my cousin tell you? I've been studying medicine quietly for a long time." If you report the name of your master ghost doctor, it will definitely surprise people.

He originally wanted to learn the technique of Qihuang secretly, and then amaze everyone, but now he has to make a move.

It looked like it was on Su Wunian's wrist, but the people around were really noisy, "Shut up, all of you."

The crowd quieted down.

Wang Yanyi frowned.

Seeing this, Dr. Zhang snorted coldly, feeling a little proud in his heart, it seemed that he could not diagnose such a strange pulse.

When everyone saw this, their expressions were exactly the same as when Mr. Fan and Dr. Zhang were taking Shen Shengge's pulse. It seemed that he couldn't come up with a different diagnosis.

Chu Muchen switched hands, supported Su Wunian's lower back again, and looked at Wang Yanyi with a worried expression, "How is it?"

"Don't talk." Wang Yanyi focused on taking the pulse, and suddenly found that the cousin's pulse suddenly became fast and slow, like a bird pecking at the pulse.Finally, it becomes weak and slow again, will stop suddenly, and recover after a long time, like a house leaking pulse.

His frowning brows slowly stretched out, his eyes became firm, and he said decisively: "My cousin is poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Everyone was in an uproar, "It's all right, how could Mrs. Chu be poisoned?"

Zhang Zhilan, who was being supported by Jiang Shi, felt a "thump" in her heart, looked at Wang Yanyi with eyes full of surprise, and could not help but squeeze the wet brocade handkerchief tightly.

Doctor Zhang sneered contemptuously, "Young Master Wang, you don't know how to diagnose pulse, if you want to show off here, there is no need to talk nonsense and delay your illness."

"Doctors are benevolent, we must be responsible for the patient's body, instead of talking nonsense and making a random diagnosis."

"It's obvious that your medical skills are mediocre, you can't even diagnose the pulse of poisoning, and you still talk nonsense, who is delaying the illness?" Wang Yanyi gave him a contemptuous look, as if looking at a mentally retarded person.

"I have decades of experience in practicing medicine, how can I not even feel the pulse of poisoning?" Doctor Zhang did not argue with Wang Xiaogong, "Mr. Fan, can you diagnose that Mrs. Chu is poisoned?"

Mr. Fan shook his head slightly, "It's really not an ordinary poisoned pulse."

"This pulse is weird. How can Young Master Wang judge that Mrs. Chu is poisoned?" Mr. Fan paused, "Practitioners diagnose, look, smell, ask, feel. Mrs. Chu's face is ruddy, the same as before, and the color of her lips is normal , no different from ordinary people."

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