After a generation of doctors

Chapter 129 Crazy, Miss Wei San's Illness

"Miss Wei San, do you remember me?"

Yuzishan lowered her voice, and said slowly, "I'm Yuzishan, last time we met at Bai Yutong's flower viewing banquet, and I won the first place in the pot. At that time, I thought the flower soul would be mine. , I didn’t expect to be taken away by you, do you remember?”

"Yuzishan?" Miss Wei San repeated blankly, as if remembering something, she smirked, "Yes, the flower soul, it is the flower soul, I took it away, you are not as lucky as me."

"Yeah, everyone envied you at that time, even if you wanted to borrow it to see it, how is the flower soul now? Does it still smell?" Yu Zishan said, walking slowly towards the corner.

"Yes, that flower soul is very fragrant. I hug it to sleep every day, it's like a dream." Miss Wei San's voice seemed like a dream.

"Since Ms. Wei San likes it so much, why don't you ask Bai Yutong to match you some more?" Yu Zishan moved closer, and the maids looked at her nervously.

Yu Zishan bowed to them, telling them to keep quiet.

"I said it, but Bai Yutong said that she is not worthy to come now, unless mother invites her to come." Miss Wei San's voice was very low.

At this time, Yuzishan was already very close to her.

A rancid smell came suddenly, like the leftovers of countless days, Yu Zishan couldn't help frowning.

She looked carefully at Miss Wei San who was huddled in the corner, and saw that she was disheveled, her clothes were disheveled, and she couldn't see her face clearly. She kept muttering to herself, "Why don't you invite her, why, why?" ..."

"Miss Wei San, I also have a flower soul sachet here, if you wish, I can transfer it to you." Yu Zishan's voice became softer.

"Really?" Miss Wei San raised her head abruptly, revealing her dirty little face, which was already thin and out of shape, leaving only a layer of skin and bones.

"Of course, but I didn't put the flower soul outside. Let's talk about it when we go out?" Yu Zishan gently persuaded, enduring the smell, and slowly squatted in front of Miss Wei San, and her head-up.

This is the easiest posture to let your guard down.

Miss Wei San hesitated for a while, and finally said: "I don't want to leave this room."

"Well, let's not go out of the house, just go outside." Yu Zishan backed down appropriately.

Then Miss Wei San stood up slowly, and walked out timidly. It was still dark there, but it was better than the corner where she was squatting.

Miss Wei San stepped into the outer room and stopped moving, she asked Yu Zishan, "Where is the flower soul?"

"The flower soul is in my bag." Yu Zishan patted the medicine bag she carried with her.

Miss Wei San's eyes immediately burst into excitement, and she rushed over like a wild beast, "Give it to me."

Fortunately, Yu Zishan reacted quickly enough to avoid it in a flash.

She took a few steps to the door, held up the medical bag and said, "If you dare to grab it, I will throw it out."

"No." Miss Wei San screamed, and then yelled frantically, "You said you would give it to me, but you lied to me, how dare you lie to me."

"I meant to give it to you, but I don't like your attitude." Yu Zishan frowned, and said coldly, "You also know how precious the flower soul is. I gave it to you with good intentions, but you have such an attitude. Do you think it's right?"

"Then what do you think of me, tell me, as long as you tell me, I will promise you anything." Miss Wei San begged with a humble expression.

Yu Zishan frowned slightly, what the hell is this flower soul, to torture such a naive, lovely, lively and cheerful little girl like Miss Wei San into this, just like a drug addict in the previous life, without any dignity.

"I beg you, I beg you." Miss Wei San bowed again and again, and it seemed that Yu Zishan would kneel down and kowtow if she didn't agree.

"Miss San, please don't act like this."

Aunt Qingfeng's eyes were red and she almost shed tears.

She really didn't understand how the third young lady, who had always been extremely proud, suddenly became like this.

In order to beg her mother to invite Bai Yutong, Miss Wei San kowtowed her head against the wall and resorted to various methods of self-mutilation, which tortured her mother so badly that she almost collapsed.

At that time, Mrs. Wei thought her daughter had hysteria and went crazy.

But Miss Wei San still spoke very clearly, so Mrs. Wei was lucky again.

I think my daughter is just sick and has a bad temper.

She was afraid that others would gossip about her daughter, so she shut her daughter up in this remote courtyard. When she was looking for a doctor for treatment, she was also asking for news about Huahun.

It's a pity that this top-grade spice used by the imperial court has long since disappeared, and it is only available at Bai Yutong's.

Aunt Qingfeng didn't expect that Yuzishan also had this kind of spice on her body, it was beyond her expectation.

"It's very simple to want a flower soul. Wash yourself first, it smells so bad, you don't deserve to touch my flower soul." Yu Zishan took the opportunity to ask, she really couldn't bear the smell of Miss Wei San.

"I'll wash it, can't I wash it?" Miss Wei San nodded repeatedly.

"Aunt Qingfeng, take her to take a bath and change clothes. If she doesn't cooperate, tell me. I will take this flower soul away immediately so that she will never see her again." Yu Zishan winked at Aunt Qingfeng.

Aunt Qingfeng immediately said knowingly: "Miss Yu, please don't leave, our third lady must wash it well, right, third lady."

"Yeah." Miss Wei San stared at Yu Zishan's herb bag and nodded repeatedly. In order to prevent Yu Zishan from leaving, she asked her to go to the bathroom together.

The maids serving Miss Wei San have quickly brought a large bucket of hot water.

Because she was very uncooperative before, she had to die every time she took a bath, and because she almost got a cold from getting her clothes wet, Mrs. Wei didn't dare to force her to take a bath anymore.

Miss Wei San took off her clothes, revealing her bony body, and got into the tub. The water that came out was gray.

"Hasn't she eaten? Why is she so thin?" Yu Zishan saw Miss Wei San last time. She was a healthy and lively girl with a slightly fat body.

But in just one month, how could he become so thin?

"Miss San has always been reluctant to eat, and force-feeds her every time." That's why she smells bad all over her body.

"Sister Tong, why don't you eat? Is it because the cook's food is not to your liking?" Yu Zishan changed her address to make her appear more friendly.

"No, I can't eat, I don't even feel hungry, I just have the flower soul."

As Miss Wei San said, she looked straight at Yu Zishan's medicine bag again.

"I only have a little flower soul, there is not enough for you to eat, you can eat something first and then talk." Yu Zishan has already used the fake flower soul as a Shangfang sword.

She asked Aunt Qingfeng to cook some porridge, and specifically told her not to put anything away.

Miss Wei San has been hungry for so long, eating too greasy food will damage her stomach, so it will be easier to digest if it is light.

"Okay, I'll get it right now, servant." Aunt Qingfeng nodded excitedly, thinking that Miss Yu was really amazing, and she made Miss San docile as soon as she came, and Miss San was finally saved this time.

After finishing half a bowl of porridge, Miss Wei San said she couldn't take it anymore.

Yu Zishan didn't force her, she had to take her time to take care of her body, the most important thing now was to check her body to find out what kind of disease she had.

When Yu Zishan asked Miss Wei San to lie down on the bed, she was not very happy, and she folded her clothes and lay down after coaxing and coaxing.

"This is my last request. I'll give it to you after I check it." Yu Zishan put the medicine bag in front of her, and quickly took it away when she reached out to grab it.

"You'd better not lie to me, or I will make your death ugly." Miss Wei San stared at Yu Zishan fiercely and said.

"Of course." Yu Zishan was not afraid of her threat at all.

After Miss Wei San lay down, Yu Zishan began to use the healing ability to check.

She checked it very carefully, pinching it down inch by inch.

Probably her strength was too appropriate, and Miss Wei San was too sleepy. She closed her eyes slowly and fell asleep.

Aunt Qingfeng watched nervously from the side.

After Yu Zishan pinched Miss Wei San carefully, she took out another row of silver needles, ready to prick her acupuncture points.

"Miss Yu, Third Miss hasn't closed her eyes for a long time, can you let her sleep like this." Aunt Qingfeng pleaded softly.

Yu Zishan stopped, thought for a while, and nodded in agreement.

"Do you know where Miss Wei San's flower soul is kept?" Yu Zishan asked in a low voice.

"It's in her hand." Aunt Qingfeng pointed to Miss Wei San's right hand, that hand was tightly clenched into a ball, and she didn't let go even after taking a bath.

Yu Zishan tried to open it, but found that she was holding it tightly, if she squeezed it with brute force, she might wake her up.

Yuzishan could only use the treatment to appease her palm over and over again, until she let go, and a crumpled sachet rolled out.

Yu Zishan picked up the sachet, gestured to go out and talk, and tiptoed out.

Aunt Qingfeng gave Miss Wei San a worried look, called two maids to guard her, and followed her out.

Yuzishan sat on the wooden chair in the yard, opened the sachet, poured all the herbs inside on the table, and observed carefully.

It's a pity that the petals inside have all withered and wrinkled into a ball, and it is impossible to tell what it is.

"Madam Sachet has invited a special doctor to come over and look at it, and he said that it is an ordinary flower petal, and there is no poison." Aunt Qingfeng said in a low voice.

Ms. Wei San held on to the sachet all day long, so Mrs. Wei naturally suspected that there was something wrong with the sachet, so she secretly took it out while her daughter was not paying attention, and invited several old Chinese medicine practitioners who are very knowledgeable about medicinal materials to identify it.

However, those old Chinese doctors said that these petals are very common and there is no poison.

Yu Zishan frowned, she was sure there was definitely something wrong with the flower soul sachet, otherwise Miss Wei San wouldn't have become like that and still clinging to it.

(End of this chapter)