Murong Xi followed Daylily to her father's bedside.

"Mr. Murong, please help me see what kind of illness my father has?"

Daylily covered the corners of the quilt for her father, and looked at her father who was sleeping unconscious, her expression became nervous again, and her heart was infinitely worried.

Murong Xi checked her father's pulse without hurry, and checked his pupils and complexion.

As the previous doctor said, this patient's pulse and pupils are normal, and although his complexion is a little dull, it may be related to the perennial work under the sun.

I just don't know why I lost consciousness and fell unconscious.

He put his finger on the patient's snort and felt it intently for a long time before withdrawing his hand.

Tong Yao stood aside and watched silently, Murong Xi had his own way, he would definitely know something.

Seeing his calm and relaxed appearance, Daylily's heart was even more bottomless, and he didn't know what kind of illness his father had.

Murong Xi straightened up, different from ordinary doctors, he looked at the furnishings of the room, and asked curiously:

"Daylily girl, I would like to ask, do you have a coffin at home?"

Coffin?! This question caught Daylilies off guard, how could someone put such an obscure thing at home?

She shook her head mechanically, puzzled eyes in her eyes.

Tong Yao was also puzzled, this question was really too abrupt.

"So? Has someone in your family recently died? Murong Xi tilted his head slightly and continued to ask.

Daylilies still shook her head:

"My father and I were the only ones in the family, my mother died more than 10 years ago, and my brother died when he was two years old. Not to mention the near future, even in the last three or five years, no one has died. ”

Daylily explained, and the doubts in her heart deepened. Could it be that my father's illness has something to do with this?

Murong Xi listened and glanced at the patient thoughtfully: "That...... Girl Daylily, where is your mother buried now? ”

"They are buried on the edge of the farmland, and we people here bury the dead in their families."

Daylily answered Murong Xi's question, but didn't know why he asked it.

"So, your brother is buried there, too?"

Murong Xi's eyes showed a glimmer of essence, and a chill suddenly rose in Xuancao's heart, and she nodded, affirming Murong Xi's guess.

Although even the doctor can't figure out Xuancao's father's illness, it must be a strange illness or an evil spirit, but why did Murong Xi identify it related to the coffin?

Tong Yao thought of the coffin shop in the northeast of the city, could it be that there was a connection between the two?

When the people in the city saw the two people coming out of Xuancao's house and walking towards the field, they were even more curious in their hearts, wondering what kind of good way this legendary all-powerful Mr. Murong would have.

Thinking like this, there were a few good old mothers who followed them all the way, wanting to know the details.

It didn't take long for the three of them to come to a towering ancient tree.

It is a cherry blossom tree, and judging by the thickness of the trunk, it is estimated to be more than a hundred years old.

The huge branches were full of flowers, Murong Xi raised his head slightly, looking up at the pink cherry blossoms on the tree, a gust of wind blew, and the cherry blossoms fell on his eyelids, as if he heard a faint sigh.

Tong Yao gently brushed away the petals that fell on his sideburns, and Murong Xi turned his head to look at him, with a thick smile on the tip of his eyebrows:

"I know why."