Strongest Guard

What happened that night was that Patriarch of Yue Family suddenly had a fever of 39 degrees and 8 degrees. His mouth was full of nonsense, one moment crying, one moment laughing.    

The lights in the Yue Clan's courtyard were all on.    

No matter how much they resented Yue Zitong and wished that she would immediately die. However, seeing that she still had a great use for them, the two brothers Yue Lincheng and his wife came together with their wives under Yue Qingke's persuasion.    

On the way back, Yue Qingke made a call.    

The car of the Yue Clan had just stopped in front of the courtyard house when Helan Qunxing's car arrived.    

Helan Qunxing was accompanied by a white-bearded elder in his seventies. This was the personal 'royal physician' of Old Man He Lan. His Chinese medicine skills were one of the best in the world.    

Helan Qunxingming knew that the Yue Clan would definitely not lack famous doctors, and even invited Elder Chen from the White Hu Clan over late into the night. Just this attitude alone was enough to move the hearts of those who were concerned about Patriarch Yue.    

"She had better die."    

Second Aunt, who was slapped by Yue Zitong, came to the Moon Gate, which led to the backyard in the front yard. When she waited for Zong Gaang to report to her, she mumbled in a low voice.    

Yue Linchuan, who was standing beside her, immediately glared at her and scolded her in a low voice, "You idiot with long hair and short insight. Do you think the old folks don't think so? Especially Qingke. However, even if the other party didn't say anything, he would be the one running in front of us, putting on an air of superiority. "    

"Tsk, didn't he still want to squash all of the little slut's remaining value to make it convenient for him to become the next head of the family?"    

Second Aunt was not stupid. She pouted and said, "But what about us? His son was still young, so he didn't have the qualifications to compete with him. This way of calculating, whether the little bitch is dead or alive, it won't do us any good at all. "Hmph, then why should I come here in the middle of the night to curry favor with her?"    

"Sigh. You, you, I don't know what to say to you anymore. Yes, his son is still young, so he can't compete with Qingke for anything. But as long as we work hard to cooperate with Qingke, when he becomes the family head, he will take care of his son, right? Stupid woman, shut up from now on. "    

Yue Lincheng reached out his hand to grab his wife's hand and secretly pinched her wrist.    

Second Aunt grimaced in pain and was about to go berserk when she heard Helan Qunxing's voice from behind, "Qingke, I remember the last time we came, there was an eighth brother who couldn't speak in the birdcage. "Why is it gone now?"    

"Maybe he ran away?"    

Yue Qingke raised his head and looked at the empty birdcage. He didn't care much about it: "After all, we are birds that yearn for the sky, so we won't be caged for too long."    

"Heh heh, just like you, Brother Qingke, it's fine if you don't make a sound, but if you don't, then it's fine. Are you trying to amaze us with a single brilliant feat?"    

Helan Qunxing teased in a low voice.    

Yue Qingke smiled but didn't say anything.    

He was somewhat disgusted that Helan Qunxing likened him to an eighth brother who could not speak.    

Helan Qunxing also realized that she had said the wrong thing. She smiled coyly and was about to explain when she heard Zong Gaang's voice from the front: "Young Master, Second Young Master, Young Master Qunhsing. My family's head has said it, many thanks for everyone's concern, and is deeply sorry, so he entrusted me to say thank you to everyone, please have some tea in front. "    

If Yue Zitong was a male elder, Yue Lincheng and the others could visit her in her bedroom.    

However, she was a woman, and a young one at that. Furthermore, she was a junior of the Liu brothers. It was not appropriate for them to visit her in the bedroom.    

Of course, the Liu brothers, Yue Qingke, and Helan Qunxing couldn't go, but Aunt Second Aunt could.    

It was also reasonable for them to show their sincere concern for their nieces.    

But when she thought of Yue Zitong's disrespectful behavior back then, she decided not to.    

After nodding, he turned around and was about to head to the main hall in the front yard to take a seat. After having the intention to go home, Helan Qunxing spoke: "Uncle Zong, this is Grandpa Chen. I would like to invite him to go and show it to the patriarch."    

Elder Chen immediately took a step forward and slightly nodded his head towards Zong Gaang as a form of respect.    

Elder Chen was already past the prime of his life, and was also He Lan's personal imperial physician. He enjoyed a reputation in the Wealthy Class, so no one would say a thing if he went to Yue Zitong's room to see a doctor.    

Zong Gaang hesitated for a moment before he raised his hand to invite Elder Chen.    

Ever since he was assigned to be the Chief Steward by the dying Lao Yue, Zong Gaang knew that his fate was closely related to the young miss.    

With Yue Zitong on the throne, he was the Yue Clan's Chief Steward.    

If Yue Zitong was unlucky, he would also have to scram.    

Now that Elder Chen had personally come, even if he was unable to suppress Yue Zitong's strange fever, he would definitely be able to discuss with the other doctors about the best treatment.    

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasized on seeing and hearing.    

Judging by the patient's appearance, smelling the patient's body fragrance — asking her how she did it, and then taking her pulse to diagnose it — this was the minimum procedure.    

Elder Chen had a brief conversation with some of his peers who were sweating out of anxiety, and after a few minutes, he requested to see what the patient looked like after entering the room.    

Zong Gaang immediately entered the house and was about to ask for Patriarch Yue's opinion, but just as he walked in, he came out. He silently sighed and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.    

A few minutes ago, Yue Lincheng and the others came together. When Zong Gaang went in to report, Yue Zitong was still slightly awake and said those euphemistic words.    

She was feverish to the point of talking nonsense again.    

How could he care about Zong Gaang?    

"Nanfang, Nanfang, please, don't, don't scare me. I didn't betray you, I really didn't — Don't bully me, don't! "    

Yue Zitong screamed at the end and suddenly sat up, as if she had swindled a corpse. The nanny, Sister-in-law, who was standing beside her, hurriedly called her eldest miss and wrapped her arms around her shoulders.    

Yue Zitong immediately snuck into Sister-in-law's arms, shivering all over as she whimpered hoarsely.    

Not only that, she threw back the quilt, raised her leg and was about to get off the bed, "Don't, don't bully me. I'm afraid, ah! "I'm scared!"    

Just now, Yue Zitong seemed to be in a furnace. Her whole body was extremely hot. Not only did she kick away the blanket, she even tore off her clothes.    

Fortunately, nanny is not the kind of guy who will lose his mind if he sees a beauty --    

As for Zong Gaang, he didn't need anyone to tell him what to do. After entering, he turned around and faced the young miss's embroidery bed.    

In Elder Chen's eyes, whether it was Yue Zitong who wore clothes or Yue Zitong who only wore a few pieces of cloth, both were Yue Zitong.    

Seeing that she was about to struggle free from Sister-in-law's embrace, Elder Chen promptly stepped forward. His right hand formed a needle-like gesture and tapped on her ribs a few times.    

He was indeed worthy of being known as one of the top Chinese medical experts. The legendary acupuncture skills were also good at a few things.    

After clicking a few times, the struggling Yue Zitong immediately froze and collapsed into Sister-in-law's arms. Her face was flushed red and her eyes were tightly shut.    

Sister-in-law quickly put her on the bed and covered her with a blanket. She raised her hand to wipe the tears at the corner of her eyes and cursed in a low voice, "Lee Nanfang, you damned brat, our eldest miss is so nice to you. Why are you still pestering her? You should have listened to me. Don't let me give you a perverted marriage. Otherwise, he would provoke the ghosts of dead men. But the young miss won't listen. "    

"Mister Zong, I want to know the exact cause of the Patriarch's illness."    

Elder Chen ignored Sister-in-law's curses, turned around and said to Zong Gaang: "Please believe me, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't keep his mouth shut."    

Elder Chen, who had rich experience in life and was an expert at observing people's expressions, could easily tell something was amiss from Sister-in-law's complaints.    

He was even more clear that such miraculous things were normal in an ordinary person's home. Even if word were to spread throughout the world, it would still be alright.    

However, Patriarch Yue's status was different. Once outsiders found out that she had been entangled by the soul of the wrongdoer, her influence would definitely be greatly affected.    

That was why Elder Chen used his character to guarantee it. After knowing the truth, he would not speak carelessly about it.    

Actually, he also knew that the less he knew, the happier he would be.    

However, he had to find out the cause of Yue Zitong's illness, or else it would not be easy to diagnose her.    

"Zong Gaang is quite impressed with your reputation, Elder Chen."    

Zong Gaang hesitated for a moment and decided to tell them the truth about Yue Zitong's illness.    

After listening to Zong Gaang's simple narration, Chen Lao Ma made a precise judgement: "This is the invasion of evil qi, it belongs to the heart."    

In traditional Chinese medicine, evil qi is also divided into many kinds, such as exogenous evil, heart evil, etc.    

Evil spirits, as the name implies, came from the outside world.    

For example, during the festivals of the Qing Dynasty and the Ghost Festival, when people came out in the middle of the night, they would be surrounded by ghosts and people who said that they wanted to go home together …    

Evil in the heart is evil in the heart.    

To put it bluntly, he had done something that caused him to be suspicious of others. As a result, it caused his vital energy and spirit to be damaged, resulting in a fever and other symptoms.    

The Yue Clan's doctor could also tell that Yue Zitong had been invaded by evil.    

However, everyone avoided talking about it. During her diagnosis, they carefully avoided this topic and tried to deduce her illness from a scientific point of view.    

Elder Chen didn't care.    

The reason why he was invited by Helan Qunxing in the middle of the night was to treat Yue Zitong. If he couldn't get the correct prescription because of his taboo, wouldn't it ruin his reputation as an expert in traditional Chinese medicine?    

"Heart sick, I still need a doctor."    

After Elder Chen gave Yue Zitong a simple diagnosis, he was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "Other than this, there are no other pills that are of any use to me."    

Zong Gaang sighed and didn't say anything.    

He had already heard what Elder Chen had said once.    

One of the doctors outside was a close friend of his who had already spoken to him in private.    

Patriarch Yue's illness is incurable — it is impossible to stop it, but it is impossible to recuperate while looking for medication.    

Elder Chen was truly worthy of being the big brother of the doctors outside. Before Zong Gaang could sigh, he said, "Patriarch's illness has a rule."    

"What rule?"    

When Zong Gaang heard this, he immediately raised his head.    

"The illness will change with the flow of the world, with Yin and Yang working together."    

Elder Chen explained, "Simply put, she will get better during the day. The brighter the sun shone and the more yang energy filled her, the better her spirit would be. But with the coming of night, she will -- "    

Seeing that he was hesitating, Zong Gaang asked in a low voice: "As the night falls and the yin aura increases, her illness will worsen."    

Elder Chen nodded.    

"T-then we can't just let this go on, can we?"    

Zong Gaang closed his eyes in pain: "This will torture her to death."    

"Forgive me for being powerless."    

Elder Chen had already communicated with the doctors outside, and he knew that the prescription they wrote was correct. Thus, it was as such.    

"Elder Chen, then why did you say just now that we need a physician?"    

However, Zong Gaang was unwilling to give up. He hoped that Elder Chen could come up with a different treatment plan.    

Elder Chen lowered his head and said, "What I mean is, unless the Patriarch is awake and can personally talk to the person that was pestering her, you must ask him to leave."    

Zong Gaang was immediately stunned: "But Lee Nanfang is already dead, why is First Miss talking to him personally?"