Everyone was stunned in place.
Zuo Wenwen rushed out the door immediately.
Kong Shiyu stood there helpless.
"Sir, please bring me a basin of clean water." Bei Qiu restrained her heartbeat and fear. At this moment, she felt that she really wanted Xi'er to live happily ever after. , not just because of the requirements of the task, seeing Xi'er facing death, she felt a pain like a pinching heart.
Trembling, Mr. called a basin of well water.
Bei Qiu directly poured a whole basin of well water towards the Xi'er pot, and when it was almost full, she put her hand into Xi'er's mouth and tapped it, making Xi'er spit out all the water and the contents of her stomach.
After several struggles, only water remained in my stomach.
Zuo Wenwen finally brought the doctor.
Helped to the bed for diagnosis and treatment, it really was poisoning!
"It's a good thing that Madam induced vomiting in time, otherwise it will make your son's life difficult tonight. After the old man prescribes some medicine for you to remove the remaining toxins in your body, you will be back to normal in half a month." The doctor stroked his beard and said.
Bei Qiu trembled all over, and said: "Thank you."
After saying these two words, the whole person passed out due to excessive mental tension.
"Qiu'er!" Zuo Wenwen was startled, and quickly hugged the fallen Bei Qiu, his eyes full of worry, "Doctor, help my wife take a look."
The doctor felt his pulse for a while, then shook his head slightly and frowned: "Madam Ling is fine, it's just depression, you must not let Madam be irritated again, otherwise, it will take a year or two at the shortest time, or ten years at the longest, and Madam Ling will die soon. "
After speaking.
Zuo Wenwen froze.
Langzhong shook his head, put Bei Qiu's hand down, and sighed: "Mrs. Ling has been severely injured and has worked hard all year round. She is really a miserable person."
After speaking, he stroked his beard, put the prescription on the table, and turned to leave.
Zuo Wenwen hurriedly called to stop the doctor: "Here are the silver taels."
The doctor pushed back the money, shook his head, looked at Bei Qiu pitifully and said, "Mrs. Ling came to our village a year ago and helped a lot. You were not there at that time, and Mrs. Ling was excluded a lot. , treat her well."
Zuo Wenwen hugged Bei Qiu tightly, feeling guilty all over.
"What?" Kong Shiyu murmured brokenly, "The ancients just couldn't stand the toss. I have also experienced SARS, bird flu, influenza A, floods that have never happened in fifty years, and droughts that have never happened in sixty years. What about the once-in-a-century snowstorm and the once-in-a-millennium earthquake?"
Although Zuo Wenwen couldn't understand what Kong Shiyu was saying, seeing the disdainful expression on Kong Shiyu's face, he felt a pain in his heart, "Shiyu, go to sleep first."
Kong Shiyu couldn't wait, so he lifted his leg and left.
Only then did Zuo Wenwen look at the gentleman at the side, and said with a faint smile: "Mr. is tired, and the hut is simple. You can find a guest room to sleep at will."
The gentleman quickly stood up and made a bow: "Madam is ill, Brother Zuo takes care of Madam, and Xi'er can just watch over from below, Brother Zuo can't take care of two people at the same time."
"Then thank you, sir." Zuo Wenwen carried Bei Qiu to his room.
The night is getting darker.
The face of the person on the bed was as pale as paper, his hands were tightly clutching the sheets, his thin lips were slightly parted, and his face was covered with beads of sweat.
Zuo Wenwen didn't sleep all night, and took care of Bei Qiu carefully.
And Bei Qiu's consciousness has been plunged into darkness in an instant, and he is in a deep sleep.
Waking up in the morning to find Zuo Wenwen lying beside her bed, she was slightly taken aback. Last night, Zuo Wenwen was serving her by her side, which made her a little unbelievable.
Quickly got up to go to see Xi'er, but Zuo Wenwen woke up, "My lady is awake? Lie down and rest."
"How's Xi'er?" Bei Qiu recovered and asked immediately.
There is almost no need to guess, the only person who can poison is Kong Shiyu. For the first time, the first time she felt hatred in her heart, she never thought that Kong Shiyu would be so bold as to poison Xi'er!
"Mister is looking at Xi'er. The doctor said yesterday that Xi'er is fine, so don't worry too much." Zuo Wenwen held her hand and comforted her.
Bei Qiu could hardly control her excitement: "How can you not be worried! Xi'er and I have lived together well for ten years, and I raised you and my Xi'er so well, but yesterday I was inexplicably poisoned during the Chinese New Year! "
She resisted the idea that it was Kong Shiyu who poisoned her. As long as she brought up the relationship between the two of them, she would be charged with a crime of slander.
She shed tears one by one. Xi'er has been with her for three years, saying that he is protecting Xi'er, but most of the time it is Xi'er who stands up for her. The past three years have not been good , so she cherishes Xi'er even more.
Zuo Wenwen obviously didn't expect that Qiu'er, who has always been weak, would have such an excited side, but an inexplicable thought appeared in Zuo Wenwen's mind. In the past, Xi'er was alive and kicking, but yesterday he was suddenly poisoned, and the murderer in his mind suddenly appeared. Point to Kong Shiyu.
Such thoughts flashed through his mind, but Zuo Wenwen was so startled that he slumped on the chair. Shiyu has always been outspoken and bold in doing things. He has always known it, but he never thought that Shiyu would do this.
Zuo Wenwen hugged Bei Qiu tightly, "Don't think too much, my husband will handle things. You are giving birth to your own body, so you must not be stimulated again. The doctor said that your body cannot be subjected to any more blows."
Bei Qiu wraps Zuo Wenwen upside down and cries, "Qiu'er's life is so hard."
Zuo Wenwen remembered what the doctor said last night, and held Bei Qiu's hand more carefully. If it was really poisoned by poetry, how could such a femme fatale be placed by his pillow? This is simply a nightmare.
Bei Qiu was tired from crying, so she remembered Zuo Wenwen's words, and turned her head to ask, "What did you mean just now, Qiu'er will die soon?"
Zuo Wenwen froze his hands, shook his head and said, "No, the lady will live a long life."
She didn't ask any more questions, and buried her head in Zuo Wenwen's arms. She suddenly struggled in her heart. Is this body dying soon? The task needs to be accelerated.
Bei Qiu arrives at Xi'er's room and sees her husband sleeping peacefully beside the bed.
Bei Qiu felt grateful and woke up her husband: "Sir."
"Huh?" Mr. sat up in a daze, looked at Bei Qiu with a puzzled face, and it took a while to realize that he quickly stood up and bowed: "Ma'am."
"Sir, you've been tired all night, should you rest here or go home?" Bei Qiu said softly.
"Xi'er should be fine, Xiaosheng will go back first." The gentleman hastily bowed again.
Bei Qiu nodded and asked Zuo Wenwen to take her husband out, while she sat by the bed, looking at Xi'er with pale lips on the bed, her heart was pierced.