bookcurios Chapter 565 Defeat
Chapter 565 Defeat
Chapter 565
Mrs. Chen closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and took another breath, but she still couldn't calm the anger and hatred that was surging in her heart.
Fury consumed her reason. She rushed over like a madman, grabbed Taoist Yuanrong by the collar, and demanded through gritted teeth, "Who bribed you? Was it Yuan Shan? Did that little bitch deliberately make you say that because she didn't want to marry my son? Is that right? Is that right?"
Aunt Zhang and the others were startled and rushed forward to pull her away, "Madam, Madam! You can't do that!"
Unexpectedly, the person who was sick before was now surprisingly strong. Nanny Zhang was thrown away, but she ignored the pain, got up from the ground and went to persuade her own wife.
Lian Qiao was also thrown away and did not fall, but she was unable to stop Mrs. Chen either.
The pilgrims were in an uproar and wanted to help Taoist Master Yuanrong, but when they thought of her identity as the county magistrate's wife, they did not dare to go forward.
"Speak!" Mrs. Chen's voice was hoarse like a demon, and her saliva splashed on Taoist Yuanrong's face. "How much silver did Yuan Shan give you to curse my son like this?!"
Amidst the commotion, Taoist Master Yuanrong said nothing, but just looked at Mrs. Chen with compassion.
It was that compassion that defeated Mrs. Chen.
In a trance, she felt that the compassionate eyes were somewhat familiar, as if she had been looked at by such compassionate eyes before.
When is it?
By the way, it was a few years ago, when it was discovered that Nan Ge'er had mental problems, the imperial physician in charge of her treatment also examined her in this way.
He sighed and shook his head, saying that he was powerless to treat Nan Ge'er's illness and that they were still young...
Mrs. Chen staggered. Could it be that at that time, the imperial physician also saw that Nan Ge'er's offspring would likely be mentally retarded, and that was why he asked the couple to have another child?
"Ah~" A sigh came from her ear, pulling Mrs. Chen back to her senses. "Layman, this is fate, why deceive yourself? You know in your heart that your son's illness cannot be cured by a single word from me."
These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Mrs. Chen's head. She shuddered all over and her fingers unconsciously loosened.
"Madam..." Nanny Zhang took the opportunity to support her shaky body.
Mrs. Chen's lips trembled, and the madness in her eyes gradually gave way to emptiness. She loosened her hand, turned around woodenly, and said in a voice so soft that it sounded like a wandering soul, "Go back home."
Nanny Zhang hurriedly asked people to escort the sedan chair and helped her wife get in. Just after she said a few words, she felt her arm getting hot. She lowered her eyes and saw a spot of dark red on the back of her skinny hand.
Nanny Zhang's pupils shrank, and she caught a glimpse of clusters of blood plums blooming on her wife's apricot-colored horse-faced skirt. Looking up, she saw blood foam flowing down the corners of her pale lips, forming a hideous bloodstain on the front of her clothes.
"Too——!" Aunt Zhang's exclamation was stuck in her throat.
Mrs. Chen's body suddenly fell forward, like a dead tree struck by lightning, and fell straight onto the bluestone steps.
Fortunately, Lian Qiao reacted quickly and rushed over in time to hug Mrs. Chen.
Nanny Zhang's heart finally relaxed a little. "Quick, go get someone to Huichun Hall to invite Doctor Song first. Lower the sedan chair. Aunt Xu, what are you still standing there for? Lianqiao is a girl, how can she hold the lady..."
Taoist Priest Yuanrong stood there and watched them leave. There was a clear mark on his neck, which was shocking.
In Huichun Hall, Song Ying was taking someone's pulse when a man dressed as a servant ran in and grabbed her and left.
After a great deal of commotion, they arrived at the inner quarters of the county yamen, but Mrs. Chen's sedan chair had not yet returned.
Song Ying panted heavily and asked the servant, "What happened? Did your wife go out to a banquet?"
This matter was heard by so many pilgrims that it could not be concealed, so the servant simply told Song Ying everything.
Song Ying was stunned. She had never told Taoist Yuanrong that Young Master Chen was stupid. How did he know?
Did he find out from his horoscope? Or did he ask around privately?
But with his personality, he just likes to stay in the Taoist temple and grow vegetables. Would he inquire about these things?
Before she could figure it out, Mrs. Chen's sedan chair arrived. The bearers carried it directly to the main courtyard gate. Nanny Zhang then asked the maid to carry Mrs. Chen to the bedroom.
The moment he saw Mrs. Chen, Song Ying was shocked.
Mrs. Chen on the bed had a pale face, sunken cheeks, and an abnormal flush on her cheekbones. She looked lifeless, like a half-dead tree.
She felt a little reluctant, thinking that this was too cruel to a mother, but Yuan Shan was also innocent. At her age, there were clearly better possibilities.
Song Ying took a deep breath, calmed himself, took out the silver needle and inserted it skillfully, then wrote a prescription and asked someone to get the medicine and boil it.
Miss Chen rushed over with red eyes, holding Mrs. Chen's hand and calling her mother, and asked Aunt Zhang about the situation.
How could Aunt Zhang tell such things to an unmarried girl? She just stammered and evaded the question.
Miss Chen was very angry, but she couldn't do anything to her mother's people. She yelled angrily: "I know it even if you don't tell me. It must be for my brother again."
Having said that, her worry almost overflowed from her eyes, and Baba was watching beside her.
After a while, he asked Song Ying again, "Aren't you a miracle doctor? Why hasn't my mother recovered after taking so many of your medicines?"
"Miss," Aunt Zhang hurriedly tried to pull Miss Chen's sleeve, but was shoved away. The little girl's shoe, embroidered with lotus leaves, kicked the medicine box hard, sending several packets of herbs scattering. Astragalus mixed with angelica rolled all over the floor, looking exactly like the blood foam that Mrs. Chen had vomited on her skirt.
Nanny Zhang hurriedly pulled her away and told the maids to help pick up the herbs. She said to Song Ying apologetically, "Doctor Song, please forgive me. Our young lady is just too worried about her mother."
Song Ying frowned. No matter how worried he was, there was no reason to kick the medicine box.
Her voice grew colder. "Your mother's illness stems from excessive worrying. If you can't relax, even the best medicine will be of no use."
Miss Chen's body trembled violently, tears rolling down her eyes. She clenched the handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white, but she stubbornly refused to cry out loud.
Seeing this, Nanny Zhang was heartbroken and quickly stepped forward to persuade her, "Miss, Madam loves you the most. If she wakes up and sees you in this state, wouldn't she be even more worried?"
"I..." Miss Chen opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. She knew her mother's worries, but all she could do was to be a little more obedient and sensible.
But her mother's heart is on her brother, and she will not feel relieved at all because of her well-behaved and sensible behavior.
Song Ying looked at the frustrated little girl in front of him, and his expression eased a little: "Miss Chen, the wife's illness requires rest and recuperation. If you really want to do good for her, you should take care of yourself and not cause more trouble."
Miss Chen bit her lip and finally nodded: "I...I understand."
She turned and walked to the bedside, gently held her mother's hand, and whispered: "Mom, you must get better... Your daughter will be with you..."