Chapter 40
All the women in the room were stunned.

"You... what did you say?" Madam Cui whispered in disbelief.

Mu Jiaojiao nodded. "It's these people. Unless they are, Cui Langjun's illness will not be cured."

"You're crazy! Those gentlemen are all from high-ranking families in Chang'an City. Their status is beyond words. You actually said that you use them as medicine? Do you want my Cui family to seek their own death?"

"Mrs. Cui, you have misunderstood me. When I said to use those people as medicine, I did not mean to use their flesh and blood, but because——Your mansion's body is not sick, and he is really sick. Heart." Mu Jiaojiao said calmly.

As soon as this remark came out, the group of women became even more confused.

On the contrary, Dr. Qiu seemed to have thought of something: "Mrs. Mu, why did you say such a thing? Why is his heart sick?"

"Since you all said that there is no abnormality in the golden needle probing the acupoints, it means that he is in good health, and the matter has nothing to do with his body. If I guessed correctly, he should have fallen once many years ago. Legs! And that time he stayed in bed for a very long time, almost unable to stand up." Mu Jiaojiao said.

Both Mrs. Cui and Mrs. Cui's expressions suddenly changed.

Mrs. Cui looked at Mrs. Cui hesitantly, and she said with a low voice: "You are right. More than ten years ago, when he was playing with people in the yard, he accidentally fell off the rockery. When he got down, his leg was broken, and he had to lie down for more than a year before he could stand up again. The doctor once said that his leg would never get better again. But in the end, he still stood up!"

Mu Jiaojiao nodded. "That's it."

"What is it?" Cui Fu's wife Zheng was puzzled.

"The days of being bedridden and recuperating that year caused him a great psychological shadow. At that time, someone must have said a lot of ugly things in his ears, and he quietly remembered them in his heart. After this fall, the memories of the past He was so worried and scared, he thought too much, that's why he couldn't stand up."

"You are talking nonsense! Didn't he just stay in bed for more than a year? Didn't he survive in the end? And now, my grandson is both talented and beautiful, and he is outstanding in poetry, calligraphy and six arts. He won the No. [-] Scholar. Where did he get the shadow? Only those people have the shadow of him!" Old Madam Cui growled angrily.

"These are just the appearances you see. How old was he when the accident happened, less than ten years old? How can a young child not be afraid of the fact that he is very likely to be disabled? It's just because The Cui family was well-bred, and he buried such thoughts in his heart, and he never said it out. But once he encounters the same situation, the memories of the past will sweep back, and after time has fermented, the onslaught is overwhelming and unstoppable. Even, if he encounters a similar situation on weekdays, his heart will fluctuate. Such fluctuations are usually reflected in his small movements, or nightmares at night." Faced with the anger of Mrs. Cui, Mu Jiaojiao Neither humble nor overbearing.

When Mrs. Zheng heard this, she suddenly trembled. "A year ago, Da Lang and I went back to my mother's house to attend my grandfather's birthday banquet. My nephew fell down while walking and cried on the spot. Da Lang turned pale with fright at the time. Didn't talk much. At night, he did have nightmares, and I remember him yelling 'I'm not a little cripple! I'm not a little scum' and stuff like that. But then I woke him up and he was fine .”

(End of this chapter)

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