I can't afford to mess with the concubine doctor

Chapter 8 Xu's Abacus

"No, don't embarrass me. This subordinate obeys orders." Thinking of the serious consequences of being "returned", Ling Yun had no choice but to agree. Sending it to the pawn shop is definitely not acceptable. It seems that the only way to take out his private money is to give it to Ms. Qu in an emergency. Pity him. easy to save...

After Ling Yun and the others left, Qu Lingxu fell into a light sleep for a while, and when he felt better, he touched the chip on his fingertips, retrieved information about the plague from the doctor's system, and classified the medicinal materials needed one by one and calculated the dosage.

When Qu Lingxu was researching the plague with all his strength, news of her safe arrival at the farm spread to General Zhenguo's mansion. Qu Fengyan threw the teacup in his hand to the ground and cursed fiercely, "Useless trash!" , I can't even deal with a cheap girl!"

"Okay, I won't be so angry." It was Qu Fengyan's mother, Aunt Xu, who was speaking. She was wearing a big red peony patterned shirt, and the red gold phoenix on her head was shining brightly. People are graceful and luxurious, and you must know that Zhenghong and Fengtou Buyao are only things that can be worn by regular wives and daughters. It can be seen that Xu has long regarded herself as the mistress of the general's mansion.

"Mother, are you going to let that bitch go so easily!" Qu Fengyan stomped her feet angrily.

Although she has held the title of the most beautiful woman in the capital these years, the daughters of the aristocratic families who are jealous of her talent and appearance always talk behind her back that she is a lowly concubine who cannot be on the stage. I hate it to the bone.

"One slut at a time, you don't look like a lady from everyone, sit down." Xu's thoughts were much more than Qu Fengyan's. After frowning for a while, he looked at the boy who reported the news, "Qu Lingxu is going to the farm alone. Is it?"

"Yes, there is no one else." The servant nodded affirmatively.

"You go back and tell the butler that everything will go according to my wife's plan. After everything is done, my wife will reward you a lot."

"Yes."

"Mother, what are you thinking?" Seeing Xu's pensive look, Qu Fengyan asked suspiciously.

"Qu Lingxu is a weak woman, it is impossible to escape from the driver's control. Now that she has gone to the farm without a trace, don't you think it's strange?" Xu flicked the finger painted with red Danko, with a dignified expression.

Qu Fengyan also felt a little strange when Xu said this, and asked back: "Mother, does that mean someone will help her?"

"Maybe I'm thinking too much!" Chen's mother's family has a reputation and no influence at all, otherwise they would not dare to blatantly bully their mother and daughter these years.

"Do you want to send someone to check?"

"No need, mother has her own way to make life worse for that eye-catching girl." Xu sneered, and continued: "Send someone to the imperial hospital to tell your grandfather that the antidote will be presented to the emperor when the time is almost right. I can't sit still for a moment."

There was a smug smile in Xu's eyes. After being a concubine for so many years, she has never suffered as much as she does now. In the face of hope, everyone's ambition will rapidly expand, no one is an exception.

Not to mention that Mrs. Xu was daydreaming there, after Qu Lingxu left, Leng Yuanxun returned to the city immediately and ordered people to go door to door to find out if there were any patients who had survived the plague, but the death rate of this plague was very high. Only a four-year-old child was found in the capital. The child seemed to be sick and was lying in his mother's arms crying heartbreakingly. Leng Yuanxun had no choice but to take both mother and child to see Qu Lingxu.

Qu Lingxu's diagnosis was accurate. As soon as Shen Shi arrived, Leng Yuanxun's body temperature began to rise continuously. If he hadn't practiced martial arts all year round and had a solid body, he would have passed out with a high fever by now.

"Master, how are you?" Qing Yang twisted a wet towel and applied it to Leng Yuanxun's forehead, but after a short while, the towel would become hot.

"How long?" Although he was running a fever, Leng Yuanxun's consciousness was very clear.

(End of this chapter)