The morning light is faint, and the morning breeze is slightly cool.

Jiang Lanxi shuddered unconsciously, and was about to go out to continue to Zhiren Hall. Today is the second day of the gambling contract with Dr. Liu, and although the patient's condition has improved yesterday, he still can't slack off today.

Jiang Lanxi's figure walked out of the gate of Jiangfu, the pain under her feet spread all over her body, her brows furrowed slightly, and she endured the discomfort of her body and continued to walk.

There was already a tall man standing at the door, holding a four-wheeled cart and waiting without saying a word, until he saw Jiang Lanxi come out of the mansion gate, Beizhou immediately saluted and greeted him.

"Miss Jiang, His Royal Highness ordered Beizhou to send you to the hospital in the next few days."

Jiang Lanxi was stunned in place, looking around and finding no trace of the carriage, "What about them?" ”

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Third Highness are already on their way to Zhirentang, and they ordered Beizhou to wait for Miss Jiang here."

The breeze passed, Jiang Lanxi suddenly felt a chill behind her, she thought that she had gotten up early enough to avoid the two, but it was obvious that these little thoughts of hers had been seen through by Liang Zhaoqing.

Jiang Lanxi really can't see what kind of person Liang Zhaoqing is, although he is disabled, he usually acts indifferent and indifferent to everything, but in fact, he cares about the people, will remind Jiang Lanxi how to do it, and will also teach Liang Gongyang how to behave, not as embarrassed and rotten as rumored to live in the palace.

But why didn't Liang Zhaoqing do these things himself, why did he show the character of a waste prince?

Jiang Lanxi sat on Liang Zhaoqing's wooden horse, her hands gently stroked the wooden handles on both sides, and the Taoist marks on the wooden handles attracted her attention. On the wooden handles on both sides are the marks of fingernails, which are both new and old, and look like a habit of Liang Zhaoqing.

Jiang Lanxi's heart couldn't help but feel a sense of pity, maybe the third prince also has his unknown secrets.

When I was about to arrive at Zhirentang, I heard a mourning sound in the distance, and a piece of white paper was scattered like fireworks after waving it overhead, and the sound of crying came as promised, lingering in my ears.

"Miss, it's really unfortunate to encounter a white thing early in the morning!"

Sleeve Silver glanced at the coffin carried by everyone, and the group gradually walked in their direction, and the three of them immediately avoided it when they saw this.

"Sleeve silver, don't say this, the disease in the city has not been controllable recently, so every patient who loses his life is our responsibility, we should feel guilty, it is the incompetence of our healers."

Jiang Lanxi quietly watched the family members wearing filial piety clothes wailing and moving forward, feeling deeply remorseful and sad in her heart, if she had come back earlier, she might have been able to save more people.

A familiar shadow suddenly broke into Jiang Lanxi's sight, causing her to frown unconsciously, and she almost couldn't hold back her body and rushed forward.

"Mrs. Zhou?" Jiang Lanxi couldn't wait to get up and rush into the crowd, limping to the front of the tear-stained woman.

The woman raised her eyes to look at Jiang Lanxi, her expression seemed to be evasive, but more of it was a mixture of sadness and sadness, crying more violently and loudly than just now, "Miss Jiang, poor husband, left too suddenly in the middle of the night, and before I could say thank you to Miss Jiang, she left me alone." ”

Jiang Lanxi instantly felt thunder in her ears, and everything around her was like an invisible blind spot in the darkness, only the woman crying loudly in front of her and the coffin behind her made her feel at a loss.

"How so? I also looked at his condition before leaving yesterday, although the evidence of paralysis has not been resolved, but he has already regained consciousness, and the ulcers on his body are also improving, how could he suddenly have an accident in the middle of the night? ”

Mrs. Zhou made a look of grievance and helplessness, and covered her face heartbroken and cried bitterly, "Last night, I found out that he was fine before going to bed, but when I got up in the middle of the night, I checked again and was no longer breathing, my limbs were stiff and cold, and I didn't know how long I had been gone, and I didn't even have time to say the last words." ”

Sleeve Silver also panicked, after all, this patient was the patient they had bet with Dr. Liu, and said that they would live for three days, but today is only the second day, and the person is no longer there.

"In the end, it's a real death and a fake death, don't try to deceive us!"

Sleeve Silver's words angered the families of the deceased around them, and they immediately gathered around and shouted accusations, "How can we deceive us with this kind of thing, how can you talk to a girl's family." ”

"You little girl is not afraid of being struck by lightning, it is too much to doubt us on the day of our funeral!"

"The little girl can't sleep well at night, be careful that the ghost finds you!"

Jiang Lanxi protected her sleeve silver behind her, after all, she would lose her words because she was anxious for herself, although it was not easy to refute anything, but at least she couldn't let them hurt people.

"I'm sorry, it's our faux pas." Jiang Lanxi pulled her sleeve silver and retreated to the side to make way for them, "The dead are great, may Mrs. Zhou's festival be smooth!" ”

As soon as Jiang Lanxi's words fell, Mrs. Zhou could not hide her grief again and continued to cry bitterly, and the relatives on both sides helped her to continue to move forward slowly, and the funeral music resounded in every street in the north of the city, showing sadness and weirdness in the music.