Chapter 1139: Old age and illness cannot be cured

I came here just because I first came to meet Song Ci. Although I asked about her diet and sleep, I had no support and only agreed to come to support her tomorrow morning.

Song Ci is irresistible. Anyway, this is the case. She can raise a lot of life for a few years. If she can't raise it well and leaves, she only wants one thing, that is, don't suffer too much when she leaves.

As for the original old lady, you can't blame yourself, after all, this body is not good.

Song Zhiyuan and his brothers accompanied Master Buhui back to the living yard again. On the way, Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you just watching your mother's body?"

Buhui paused, turned his head to look at him, and said, "Prince, there are countless cases in the world, and there are always mutual pharmacological principles. Even if heart disease still has heart medicine to cure, there is only one type of old disease, and there is no medicine to cure."

Song Zhiyuan's heart trembled and he pinched his fingertips.

Song Zhicheng was even more frightened and said, "Master, my mother is only a hundred years old, so why are she better than the seventy-eighty-year-old ones."

"That's natural. However, can a tree be the same as if it is not insect-eaten? "Buhui pointed to the two trees in front of him. The same trees should have been planted together, but one of them had completely withered.

The brothers' eyes were full of bitterness.

"Master, please do your best." Song Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.

Buhui nodded: "Tomorrow, I will first make a decision for the Madam's pulse, and then make a prescription."

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A night of wind and snow.

As the twelfth lunar month enters, the weather becomes colder and the windows are visible to the naked eye to form ice flowers. Compared with the warm house, it is like two worlds.

Everyone in the mansion knew that Lin Qing’s master, Master Buhui, came from afar to treat Song Ci, and from Madam Song to Song Ruqi, they all came to Chunhui Hall.

Song Ci pointed at everyone and said, "It's just that the doctor is helping me with my pulse. Why do you act like sending me to the battlefield? There is no need to be so nervous, just a doctor is just seeing the doctor.

Jiang said: "My mother's health has not been cured for a long time. We didn't say it, but we were anxious and naturally nervous."

"There is no need to be here. The master will be nervous as well. Let's go busy."

Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Don't worry, mother, when the master takes the pulse, we will avoid going to the East Side, and we will definitely not disturb the master."

Having said that, what else can Song Ci say?

She can't stop her wives from caring about filial piety, right?

Lin Qing walked in at this time. When Mrs. Song saw her, she rashly remembered the gossip that Lin Qing had said when she came to the mansion.

Dr. Lin Qing seemed to be the one who liked the master.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Song couldn't help but look at Lin Qing a few more times. Seeing a trace of blue and black under her eyelids, there was a bit of deep meaning in her eyes.

Regardless of whether the rumors are credible or not, Lin Qing's heart is always in chaos.

Mrs. Song sighed lightly, and ran into Jiang's inquiry eyes, shook her head invisible.

When Song Ci saw Lin Qing coming, he said to several wives: "You all go down, I will say a few private words to Lin Qing."

Seeing this, Jiang laughed: "My mother now treats Dr. Lin like a daughter. Even we can't listen to her words. You are biased."

Lin Qing blushed and felt a little frightened.

Song Ci spat and said, "You really can't listen to some words, for fear of scaring you, so as not to be in harmony with your husband and wife. Go down quickly."

Jiang smiled and went to Dongjiji with Mrs. Song and the others.
Chapter completed!