The imperial doctor in the palace came, it was really a great joy for the second lady, she quickly got up, "Master, hurry up and take the imperial doctor to Fu'er's room, Fu'er is saved." ”

Lin Qingfu is sleeping faintly on the bed at the moment, she is blind in one eye, and she is already half-dead, and now, she almost only has half a life, and she has been having a high fever.

The imperial doctor looked at her appearance, checked her pulse again, and sighed, "Lord Lin, I'm afraid that Ling Qianjin will not be able to do it, let's prepare for the future." ”

"Ah......" The second lady listened, and the opportunity fell to the ground, but fortunately, Fang Zhixing was on the side to support her, "Imperial doctor, please, please save Fu'er." ”

"Second lady," the imperial doctor sighed, "it's not that I don't want to save her, it's just that I'm really a little powerless, and the fatal part of the daughter is not in the eyes, the eyes are blind, but the disability, and the fatal thing is her disease." ”

"Sick?" The second lady was stunned, she trembled and said, "Is my Fu'er really sick?" ”

"Well, it's very strict, what's the matter, don't you usually notice it?"

"No, her health has been bad, she is sick, but the doctor in the house didn't say anything, just said two days ago, didn't I invite you."

The second lady said, tears flashing in her eyes, her Fu'er, is she really going to die?

When Lin Zhenyun heard this, he was also very sad in his heart, and when he looked at Lin Qingfu's appearance, he was even more sad in his heart, "Fu'er, Dad can't save you, why is your life so miserable." ”

The imperial doctor packed up the medicine box, "Lord Lin, the humble position is really powerless, even if the imperial doctor Lin comes, he is incompetent, terminally ill, and there is no cure." ”

As he spoke, he sighed, glanced at Lin Qingfu, who was no longer human, and turned around and left with regret.

At the moment of turning around, his gaze fell on a painting on the wall, "Lord Lin, when did this painting hang here?" ”

Lin Zhenyun shook his head, this is Lin Qingfu's boudoir, he, as a father, rarely enters his daughter's boudoir.

The second lady said: "It seems that it has been hanging for a long time, and it was painted by Fu'er herself." ”

The imperial physician walked to the front, looked at it carefully, and gently scraped it with a small twig, "There seems to be something wrong with this painting." ”

Lin Zhenyun was taken aback and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Look at this, how can there be so much white powder on the trunk of this plum tree? It's like mold. ”

Lin Zhenyun looked at the imperial doctor's point, and sure enough, there was a lot of white powder, like a layer of frost on the tree.

Lin Zhenyun's heart suddenly sank, "Is there anything wrong with this?" ”

"Of course, this kind of thing, but it's poisonous, if the humble position is not mistaken, this is a kind of Nian Nujiao similar to Heding Red, but the toxicity is a hundred times more powerful than Heding Red."

"Ah......" The eyes of the second lady and Lin Zhenyun widened, especially the second lady could barely stand and almost fell to the ground, she said painfully: "My God, my Fu'er!" ”

Lin Zhenyun hurriedly said: "Then this is ...... with Fu'er's illness?"

The imperial doctor walked to Lin Qingfu's side again, carefully checked her pulse and said, "She's not sick, she's poisoned!" ”