After eavesdropping on my thoughts, the cannon fodder family went crazy!

As soon as these words came out, everyone present turned black.

Regardless of whether the doctor is genuine or not, just because he is not from Sheng Shiyou, then he is from Sheng Jingxuan.

His words cannot be trusted.

Qinghe noticed that the atmosphere was so awkward and hurriedly came forward: "Slave Qinghe has met the second and third young masters."

"Who is this?" Lu Zhiyan looked at Fuliu.

Fu Liu hurriedly introduced: "This is the maid chosen by the madam for the young lady. She will be responsible for taking care of the young lady's daily life in the future. The madam has already explored Qinghe's bottom, and she can definitely be trusted."

"Thank you." Lu Zhiyan handed over his hand.

Qing He leaned forward again: "I heard that the young masters are worried about the health of the young lady. My grandfather is the doctor. I have been exposed to it and understand a little. Maybe I can show it to the young lady."

Lu Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, and after a while he nodded.

Since Lin Yuyan has checked this person's details, there should be no problem.

Qinghe was led by several people to Lu Youyou's house.

Before entering the door, the old man frowned: "Why did you bring so many people here? The young lady's body is already weak. If meeting so many people makes the situation worse, don't regret it!"

Lin Peifeng hadn't noticed anything unusual about this man at first, but he realized it now.

None of them could ask him to do anything if they kept an eye on him all the time, and it was impossible for them to actually take the doctor's life.

Weirdly, this group of people had been targeting Sheng Jinxuan from the beginning. It turned out that he was the one who had this idea in mind.

"The Ninth Prince is free, and he wants to come over and have a look. Isn't it okay?" Lin Peifeng did not reveal his suspicions, but kept observing the old man's abnormalities.

The old man's originally calm face suddenly showed a bit of panic, and even cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

While talking, Sheng Shiyou had already walked in.

When their eyes met, the old man's legs became weak and he wished he could kneel down and beg for mercy immediately.

"It turns out to be Imperial Doctor Zhang. My father is so sorry for Brother Seventh Emperor that he even asked you to come out together." Sheng Shiyou's words were so emotionless that you couldn't tell, "I brought another doctor here, so I won't bother you. You don’t want Brother Seventh Emperor to have trouble with you for a while, and then Father will blame me.”

"But..." Doctor Zhang's expression was a little abnormal.

Before he came, he heard from the Seventh Prince that Lu Youyou must be made sick for a while, and it would be best if he could not wake up at all.

If he went back like this, he would probably make the Seventh Prince angry.

He swallowed: "Ninth Prince, you also know that my ability is one of the best in the palace. It is most appropriate for me to ask you to take care of the young lady's health."

"That's why I can't ask you to take care of me." Sheng Shiyou's face was clearly warm, and he couldn't see any sign of worry. "Asking you to come and see Fenghan would be overkill. By chance, I brought someone else with me. If the doctor comes, Doctor Zhang won’t have to worry."

He issued an eviction order again.

Doctor Zhang just pretended to be stupid and acted as if he didn't understand.

Sheng Shiyou didn't wait for him to answer, and directly stepped forward and took his arm: "It just so happened that I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do, so let's get together."

Doctor Zhang was taken away.

In this way, Qinghe came up to check his pulse. Finally he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little miss, it is indeed windy and cold. The climate difference between the north and the capital is really too big, which makes little miss's body unbearable. But as long as she takes good care of herself, she will be as strong as before." Qing He finished. Then he picked up his pen and wrote down a few medicinal materials.

Lu Zhiyan took it and glanced at it. He thought it was some precious medicinal materials at first, but at the end he only saw some common medicinal materials.

He immediately frowned and asked, "Don't we need to use Ganoderma lucidum to grow it?"

"Second Young Master, are you kidding me?" Qinghe found it a bit funny and immediately asked, covering his mouth lightly.

Lu Zhiyan coughed lightly: "Don't we need ginseng or Ganoderma to recuperate our body?"

Qinghe waved his hand hastily: "Second Young Master, what you said is totally wrong. How old is the young lady now? If I use ginseng, I'm afraid it will be overdone and bleeding may occur."

"I was negligent." Lu Zhiyan was a little startled when he heard this, but he quickly understood.

Fortunately, I didn't use the doctor's method. Otherwise, Youyou's situation would have been troublesome.

Qinghe nodded: "Second Young Master, just understand. If your body is not in good shape, rashly taking supplements may have counter-effects. Just eat some home-cooked food."

Lu Zhiyan nodded and responded.

Seeing that the discussion was complete, Fuliu let Qinghe make arrangements.

Before she went out, she gave another instruction: "Qinghe, don't just prepare one portion, prepare one for Miss Xuanhe as well."

Qinghe nodded in agreement.

Lu Xuanhe got close to Lu Youyou, touched her forehead, and said with tears: "Sister, get well soon."

When Lu Zhiyan saw this scene, he quickly went up and took Lu Xuanhe away.

"Xuanhe, my sister is still sick, but you can't let her take the blame for her illness on you. You'd better stay away from her." He warned, then looked at Fuliu, "Qinghe has taken care of Youyou. It’s hard to get away, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble Sister Fuliu to take care of Xuanhe.”

Fuliu nodded: "Young master, why should you be so polite to me? I am here to take care of the two young ladies. If you are really too busy, you can buy two maids in the north. There will always be suitable ones."

As soon as these words came out, Lu Zhiyan stopped talking.

Lu Wushuang looked at Qinghe's back as he walked out, hesitated for a moment, and immediately chased after him: "Miss Qinghe, please stay -"

"Is there anything else, Third Young Master?" Qinghe stopped, turned around and bowed.

Lu Wushuang lowered his posture and cupped his hands: "It's not really important, but seeing that Miss Qinghe had felt her pulse well just now, I thought she must have some skills, so I wanted to ask if she could I can’t go to the military camp to see for my father.”

Before he could wait for Qinghe's response, he quickly explained: "The doctor said it was a plague, but we have been in contact with it and there is no infection. Even Uncle Shuofeng eats and lives with my father, and there is no problem. I thought Maybe it’s not the plague.”

Qinghe lowered his head and thought for a while.

"The plague is indeed terrible, but it is not so easy to get. It must be other diseases." Her analysis was reasonable. "It's just that the young lady's body is too weak. If the slave goes to the military camp, it will be difficult to take care of the young lady when she comes back." Miss."

Lu Wushuang felt a little hesitant when he heard this.

It is true that he has not thought carefully about this matter.

Qinghe spoke again: "However, I can introduce a good doctor to come over and have a look. I only learned a little bit, and that person is the one with the real magical power."