I led Miaoyan to the inner courtyard.

Along the way, she had no reaction at all. As Xue Muhua said, abstinence, holding her into the car, she did it quietly, gave her water, and swallowed it one by one, leading her to walk, and she walked forward step by step, but no matter how we talked to her, she seemed to be unable to hear it. The dull eyes were dark and not the usual weird eyes.

Looking at her like this, I felt like my heart was shattered. As soon as I entered the gate, I immediately ordered someone to go down and call Yao Lao to the inner courtyard. Although the servants and maids didn't know what had happened, they didn't dare to neglect when they saw Pei Yuanxiu and I looked solemn, so they hurriedly ran away.

Then, we walked a little further and arrived at the place where we wanted to divide the road.

Han Ruoshi and Han Zitong are going to return to their residence.

The pain in my heart and the experience of this night have already made me exhausted. Although my instinct for Han Ruoshi had already made me prepare to do something, what is more important is my daughter, Miaoyan's condition, so I just looked at her coldly.

That glance was like a blade, and she seemed to notice something and immediately started coughing.

Han Zitong hurriedly said, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"I...I feel bad."

She said, curled up slightly, hugged her arms with both hands, and said softly: "But it's important to see Miaoyan's condition first."

At this time, Pei Yuanxiu said, "You might as well go back and rest first."

"..." She was stunned and looked up at Pei Yuanxiu: "Young Master?"

"Qingying and I will deal with Miaoyan's disease."

“…”

Pei Yuanxiu didn't wait for her to speak, and said to Han Zitong, who had been protecting her, "Zitong, send your sister back."

This time, Han Ruoshi did not speak anymore, but just lowered her head gently. Although it was late, the lantern in the hand of the attendant leading the way clearly reflected her slightly red eyes. She turned her head and did not look at us again.

Han Zitong looked at her like this, her eyes seemed a little worried. She looked back at Miaoyan, and she wanted to speak but stopped a few times, and finally she could only say: "I understand."

After saying that, she hurriedly said, "Young Master, if there is any problem with Miaoyan, please come over and tell me immediately. I--"

"I know."

After Pei Yuanxiu finished speaking, he waved his hand and took me and Miaoyan away.

She stood there and looked at us for a while, until the maid next to her started urging her, then she helped her to cough continuously, as if her sister, who was about to faint at any time, left.

I was accompanied by Pei Yuanxiu and walked to the inner courtyard.

After cleaning Miaoyan for a moment, she hugged her and lay down on the bed. She opened her empty eyes wide and looked at the bed tent with fine patterns embroidered on the top of the bed. Under the swaying light and shadow of the candlelight beside her, she slowly closed her eyes.

Then, Yao Lao arrived.

Obviously he didn't go to bed either. After all, it was such an important thing tonight, and he must wait for us to come back safely before he could feel at ease. So he immediately came over with the medicine box in his back. After hearing what happened, and after Xue Muhua's preliminary diagnosis, his face became slightly heavier.

Take Miaoyan's pulse, look through his eyelids, and then apply an injection.

After a while, he pulled out a few silver needles from Miaoyan's head, and I asked anxiously: "How is she?"

Lao Yao looked down at Miaoyan's pale face, and was silent for a while before saying, "Mu Hua's diagnosis is correct, she has absenteeism."

"Then, can it be cured?"

"Abscess is not a sterile disease or an incurable disease, but how to treat it is an opportunity." He looked at me, then sighed softly, and said, "Many times, this disease is not cured by a doctor."

“…”

"I have seen a brief mention in ancient books that people with severe illness should be given decoctions to attract the soul, which may be cured."

"Then, what is the prescription for the decoction? How to summon souls?"

"I need to check the medical books for the house of decoction; as for the soul-suming—" he was silent for a while and said, "This kind of thing cannot be done by those who are proficient in the Book of Changes. I will try the first method first. If decoction can be cured, it is the fate of this child."

I just felt my heart tugged, but when I heard him say that this disease was not a mortality or an incurable disease, I finally got a little bit of comfort.

Now I hope that Yao Lao can find a recipe to cure her!

Lao Yao packed up his medicine box, reached out and stroked Miaoyan's sweaty forehead, and sighed a long time, said nothing, turned around and walked out.

I sat down beside the bed and looked at Miaoyan's forehead and nose. After a while, many fine beads of sweat had condensed. I carefully wiped her with a handkerchief, but in fact, at this time, my heart fire was burning constantly, and the sweat kept falling from my forehead, and in a short while, it even wet the mattress under my body.

At this time, with a silk squid in his other hand, he began to wipe me carefully.

I turned around and saw Pei Yuanxiu standing beside me.

"Don't be anxious," he said, "Old Yao will definitely come up with a solution."

"..." I was silent and nodded gently.

Looking at my depressed appearance and red eyes, he slowly sat next to me, carried me into his arms, gently stroked my back, and when my cheeks were pressed against his chest and listening to the gradually familiar heartbeat, I suddenly asked-

"Yuan Xiu, does this matter have anything to do with you?"

The hand that gently stroked my back froze slightly.

And I also heard the heartbeat that was so close to me was in chaos at this moment.

But, I didn't look up, didn't look at his face, just leaned quietly in his arms, listening to his slow breathing and heartbeat.

Under the swaying lights, I heard his low and mute voice coming from above my head.
Chapter completed!