Because he had to stay at someone's house for a while, Tang Ning finally agreed to go and take a look first.

So, after settling the old monk in the guest room, she followed Mrs. Zheng to the main courtyard to see Zheng Chonglin. When she arrived at the main courtyard, she saw several old men, several middle-aged men, and some young men in their teens and twenties, and they were not sure what to do.

"Sister-in-law, who is this?" A middle-aged man frowned when he saw the little monk following him.

"This is a great monk. I'll invite him to see the master." Mrs. Zheng said, ignoring everyone, so she invited Tang Ning into the master bedroom.

In the room, there was only a man in his twenties. Seeing Mrs. Zheng coming back, he stood up and greeted her and helped her: "Mom, didn't you let you go for a rest? Why are you here again?"

"Heng'er, mom is fine. Come on, meet the little master soon." She held her son's hand and said to Tang Ning: "Little master, this is my son, Yuan'er's brother."

"Zheng Heng has met the little master." Without asking any more questions, he saluted a young monk who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Tang Ning nodded, looked at the man in front of him, then looked away and walked inside.

"My little master, this is my master. Please let me show you." Mrs. Zheng personally brought a chair for Tang Ning so that he could sit by the bed.

Seeing that his mother was so respectful to the young monk, Zheng Heng couldn't help but look at him carefully. Seeing that the man was wearing a gray robe, but his face and facial features were extremely outstanding. He had a black round bamboo on his waist and mud on his feet. He looked like an ordinary Buddhist student, but his temperament, which was different from his age, made people feel a little mysterious.

Tang Ning took his pulse, checked it again, then took his hand back and said, "It's still helpful."

Mrs. Zheng was so excited that she was incoherent that she murmured with her hands folded: "Amitabha, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha!"

Although Zheng Heng was surprised, he was more suspicious, because the famous doctors in the city said that his father could only prepare for his funeral. How could this thirteen or fourteen-year-old monk determine that there was still a rescue after a brief examination?

So he asked, "Master, I don't know what my father's disease is? How should I treat it?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Ning glanced at him and said, "Who told you that your father is sick?"

Zheng Heng was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's poison."

"Do?" He gasped in surprise: "But all the doctors in the city say that my father is terminally ill..."

"Don't compare the quack doctor with me." She said lightly, walked to the table and sat down, and said, "If you don't believe it, look at the soles of his feet."

Zheng Heng took a step forward and looked at the soles of his father's feet. He saw that there were black and purple thin lines spreading like spider patterns on the soles of his feet. He couldn't help but take a step back in shock.

"How could it be...how could it be poisoned?" He was shocked. Someone wanted to harm his father? Who is it?

Everyone outside the house gathered here to wait for Zheng Chonglin to die. Unexpectedly, they saw that they brought a little monk in and did not let others in, and they didn't know what they were doing inside.

So someone couldn't help but say, "Go in and take a look? I don't know what they are doing inside."

"Okay, I want to see Chonglin for the last time."
Chapter completed!