The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 465
Shen House.

main hall.

Bright lights.

Sitting on the main seat was Dr. Shen;
Sitting in the guest seats were the anxious Mr. Zhu, Mr. Xie with sweaty palms, and Mr. Pei, who was forced to come by his own father.

The second master, Zhu Yuanzhao, walked up to Dr. Shen and knelt down.

"Please ask the old doctor to save my wife."

Dr. Shen, the old doctor, was very haggard because of the pain of losing her daughter.

"It's useless to beg me. Our Shen family is best at orthopedics, not gynecology. I can't cure my second grandma's disease."

How could Zhu Yuanzhao be dismissed just by saying "it can't be cured"?
"The old lady doctor knows the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, and can steal lives from ghosts and gods. Please see the old lady doctor..."

"Second Master Zhu."

The old doctor Shen looked stern, "I would have given up on taking lives from ghosts and gods hundreds of years ago."

Zhu Yuanzhao was filled with grief and anger, "Can the old doctor just watch my wife... bleed to death?"

Dr. Shen sighed.

"Second Master, one person has one life, one person has one fate. I really can't do anything. Second Master, please ask someone else to do it."

"Old doctor, I kowtow to you, isn't that enough?"

After Zhu Yuanzhao finished speaking, he banged his forehead against the ground. Within a few strokes, there were blood marks. Doctor Shen still had an indifferent expression.

Seeing that the blood was pouring out, Xie Erli lifted his clothes and knelt down beside his second uncle.

"Old doctor, if you can be of use to the Xie family in the future, please speak up. I just ask you to go to the Zhu Mansion and take a look."

He took one look, but didn’t say help;
Moreover, the person kneeling on the ground was the eldest son of the cabinet minister.

With Mrs. Shen's usual philanthropic nature, she had to nod her head no matter what.

But I don't know what's wrong today. The old man didn't even blink, let alone nod.

Little Mr. Pei must not bite the bullet and speak.

"You should save me. It's still a life. If my father hadn't been desperate, he wouldn't have asked the second master to come to you. Who knows how good your medical skills are?"

"You don't have to kneel to me."

Old Doctor Shen's face darkened, "I say I won't save you, even if I don't save you, just go back!

Hey!
It’s really hard to get enough of it!
Little Mr. Pei became angry all of a sudden.

"Old Shen, when you asked me for help, I agreed without saying a word. When I came to ask for help, you shied away. Will monks and Taoist priests come to your door tomorrow?"

"you……"

Mrs. Shen's breath was stuck in her throat.

"Besides, if twelve stitches don't work, let's stop. No one is forcing you."

Little Mr. Pei relied on his familiarity with the old doctor to speak freely.

"Before your love fell down, you were still treating people. Look, you are so kind and righteous. Why don't you learn from your daughter?"

Dr. Shen's eyes suddenly turned red.

Little Mr. Pei thought it was strange that you were the one who kicked your daughter out of the house in the first place.Could it be that the old man regretted it, felt guilty, and blamed himself?

Little Mr. Pei felt that he had found the seven inches of Mrs. Shen's body, and leaned forward.

"Otherwise, tomorrow I will gather 49 monks and [-] Taoist priests. We will recite the sutra for seven days or [-] days to save Miss Shen's soul. You don't have to be a charlatan to do this, I will do it. "

Dr. Shen still had a straight face, red eyes, and said nothing.

"Yes, I will kneel down for you too."

Little Mr. Pei knelt down at Old Doctor Shen's feet as if he was angry, and then put his head on his knees, looking like a scoundrel.

Dr. Shen retracted her knees and stood up holding on to the handle of the chair.

"We agreed in advance that there will be 49 days in seven and seven, not one day less."

There's drama!
Little Mr. Pei patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, if I miss one day, I will write the character Pei upside down." "Then lead the way!"

When Mr. Zhu heard this, he hurriedly got up from the ground and said respectfully: "Old doctor, the carriage and horse are at the door of the house. Please come."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Zhu."

Little Mr. Pei had a straight face and said sternly: "Let's say the ugly things first. We will only administer twelve injections. After the twelve injections, no matter whether the patient can be saved or not, we can no longer force the old doctor to take action."

"That's nature, that's nature."

Second Master Zhu immediately knelt down again and said: "There is no way to repay a great kindness. In the future, if it is useful to Zhu's house, the old doctor will just open his mouth."

"no need to thank me."

Old Doctor Shen sneered, "Thank my daughter. Before she died, she was administering the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate."

When little Mr. Pei heard this, he suddenly understood.

No wonder I can't get anyone to ask for anything today. It turns out that's how his daughter died!

wrong!

Mr. Pei's face changed slightly, "Mr. Shen, your daughter..."

"how?"

Mrs. Shen raised her eyebrows: "You don't believe it?"

"...No, no, no!"

Little Mr. Pei waved his hands repeatedly.

He was just curious about how the daughter of Dr. Shen knew how to do the Thirteen Needles of Guimen, which even his father could not do.

"Humph!"

The old doctor sneered: "If she is still alive, she will definitely snatch her away from the hands of ghosts and gods. As for me, it depends on the fate of the second mistress."

What do you mean?
Little Master Pei and Monk Erzhang were confused.

Is it possible that Miss Shen's medical skills are better than Mrs. Shen's?

Give me a break!

Little Master Pei shook his head and quickly got rid of this idea.

Doctors in this world are more valuable as they get older, not to mention she is a woman!

……

Xie Zhifei didn't know the fate of the second mistress of the Zhu family, but he could guess his current fate with his toes:

Either he will die from exhaustion or he will die from exhaustion.

This trip was too urgent, so it was faster than the trip to Nanning Mansion, almost without sleep.

He didn't feel bitter, thinking about being able to see Yan Sanhe and visit the place where she and Yan Xing lived, but he had unspeakable expectations in his heart.

How is that girl doing now?

Gained weight or lost weight?
Did the grandson named Han Xu take good care of her?
Xie Zhifei could still hold on with this thought in his heart, but Zhu Yuanhao, the third master of the Zhu family, could not.

Qin Tianjian usually does calculations with his fingers, a compass, or six-line fortune-telling. All he does is mental work. He has never done such tiring physical work.

After a few days, Mr. Zhu was worse than Mr. Pei, and he was just one breath away from death.

The reason why this tone is still there is because his biological father has not been buried yet!
Whether it's hot or cold today, it doesn't matter if the body remains in the mourning hall for ten days and a half;
Give it two or three months...

They're all fucking bones.

After riding on horseback for more than half a month, Mr. Zhu couldn't help but bought a carriage at the market and got into it.

The two personal guards brought out by Mr. Zhu also complained secretly. Fortunately, they were both from poor families and could endure it.

Besides, Ding Yi and Zhu Qing beside the third master didn't complain, so they didn't have the nerve to shout.

This car is driving non-stop;
By that time, Yan Sanhe and Han Xu had arrived at Yunnan Mansion.

(End of this chapter)