Mrs. Zhao did not dare to delay and quickly carried Xiaoshun to the hospital.
She cried with snot and tears. Her eldest son died, and her younger son had a high fever and fell into a coma. Mrs. Zhao felt like the sky was falling and she sat paralyzed in the hospital.
The old doctor checked Zhao Xiaoshun's pulse with a solemn expression.
Mrs. Zhao hurriedly asked, "Doctor, how is my son?"
The old doctor said, "Take the antipyretic medicine first, then wipe his forehead and whole body with a warm towel."
The medicine boy at the hospital went to prepare antipyretic medicine.
Mrs. Zhao wiped Zhao Xiaoshun's forehead with a warm square towel.
The bitter soup was brought, and Mrs. Zhao carefully fed Zhao Xiaoshun to drink it. After drinking the medicine, his body seemed not as hot as before.
"Well……"
Zhao Xiaoshun slowly opened his eyes, his eyes confused.
Ms. Zhao immediately came over and said, "Shun'er, can you see mother?"
Zhao Xiaoshun nodded, his eyes blank and confused.
Mrs. Zhao was worried because she still didn't know who killed her eldest son. She asked, "When you were hiding under the bed, did you see who pushed your eldest brother?"
"Brother..." Zhao Xiaoshun murmured, "Brother..."
Zhao Xiaoshun murmured twice, suddenly trembled all over, shrank back in fear, covered his eyes, and screamed crazily, "Ahhhh!"
Mrs. Zhao was panicked and suddenly at a loss.
"Shun'er, don't be afraid, mother is here!"
Zhao Xiaoshun's shrill voice spread throughout the medical center.
The old doctor hurried over to check his pulse again. Zhao Xiaoshun struggled violently and kept screaming, "Ahh..."
After a while, he fainted.
Mrs. Zhao quickly grabbed the old doctor's arm and asked, "Doctor, what happened to my Shun'er?"
The old doctor looked serious and thought for a while, "This is probably a high fever caused by fright. Don't do anything to irritate him first."
Zhao was stunned, could it be Shun'er saw it?
"My poor son..."
Mrs. Zhao's heart felt like a knife cutting her, the pain was excruciating, and she felt more and more that someone had killed her son.
Marquis Mansion.
Jiang Mengyue looked pale and unsettled.
She poured herself a cup of tea and stood there in a daze. The tea overflowed and she accidentally burned her hand.
"Hiss—" She gasped and dropped the tea cup to the ground, smashing it to pieces.
Hong Zhu saw that the second lady had burned her hands and was trembling, "It's all my fault, the tea brought was too hot..."
The second young lady has a bad temper recently. She gets angry at the slightest displeasure.
It was even weirder after coming back from the inn.
Jiang Mengyue was so upset that she had no time to get angry at her servants. Her hands were shaking slightly. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could think of the scene of Zhao Da's tragic death. His eyes were wide open and he would not close his eyes.
No...it's not her fault.
It was Zhao Da who fell to death on his own. She just pushed him gently, yes, just lightly.
If you want to blame, just blame Zhao Da for his lack of luck and bumping into the table.
Jiang Mengyue bit her nails anxiously. No matter how she comforted herself, she couldn't calm down and was extremely anxious.
Hongzhu did not dare to disturb the second lady, so she quietly left the house and went out to buy things.
When passing by the inn.
Suddenly, she saw a lot of excitement in front of the inn. A group of people gathered in front of the inn, pointing and whispering.
The innkeeper was angry, wanted to shout, "Go, Do not block here! Don't talk nonsense, our inn is fine, nothing happened!"
Hong Zhu walked up to inquire about the excitement, "What happened?"
"I heard that someone died in that inn!"
"What?" Hongzhu's eyes widened and she was shocked. Isn't that inn the same inn that the second lady went to in the morning? Someone died. It's really unlucky.
Hongzhu didn't stay long and hurriedly turned back to the Marquis Mansion.
After returning, she informed the second lady about the matter.
"This servant heard that there was a death in that inn. Fortunately, the lady left early and did not suffer any bad luck!"
Jiang Mengyue was startled when she heard that Zhao Da was really dead and it was reported to the official.
She was biting her nails anxiously, her face was ugly, and her whole body was shaking. If people knew that she accidentally pushed him to death... her future would be ruined.
Did the government find anything?
Would Mrs. Zhao guess that she did it?
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she couldn't calm down.
Finally she stood up.
Hongzhu saw the second lady about to go out and couldn't help asking, "Miss, do you want to go out?"
Jiang Mengyue's face turned cold, "What? You still want to interfere in my affairs?"
"No, no, I don't dare..." Hong Zhu lowered her head, not daring to speak.
Jiang Mengyue quietly went out from the back door. This time, she didn't take anyone with her or take a carriage. She put on her curtain hat and kept it low, hiding her appearance and walked straight towards the inn.
The crowd watching the excitement in front of the inn has dispersed, leaving only a few people chatting after drinking tea.
She inquired about Zhao's whereabouts.
She is going to the medical clinic to see Mrs. Zhao and get a feel on what she knows.
In the hospital, Mrs. Zhao held Zhao Xiaoshun in her arms. Zhao Xiaoshun's eyes were blank and he was confused. He was eating meat buns and his hands were full of grease.
"My son...how could he become like this..."
After Zhao Xiaoshun woke up, he became stupid. No matter how he was asked, he didn't respond. He couldn't even recognize his parents. He only smiled stupidly and ate whatever was given to him.
According to the old doctor, his brain was stimulated, which is commonly known as madness.
Mrs. Zhao secretly wiped away her tears, "Shun'er, my miserable son..."
Zhao Xiaoshun chuckled, took the remaining big bun and put it towards Zhao's mouth, "Eat..."
When Jiang Mengyue saw this scene, she tightened her handkerchief.
She called out Mrs. Zhao.
When Mrs. Zhao heard that the daughter of the Marquis family wanted to see her, she put Zhao Xiaoshun down and walked out immediately.
"Miss Jiang..."
Jiang Mengyue's expression was cold, "I've heard all about you."
Mrs. Zhao wiped away her tears, as if grasping the floating grass on the water, and knelt down, "Miss Jiang, please help me find the murderer of my son!"
She was a helpless woman, and there was really nothing she could do in this capital city.
If Miss Jiang is willing to help, she will definitely be able to catch the murderer of her son.
Jiang Mengyue clenched the handkerchief tightly under her sleeves, her heart skipping a beat.
"Your son was killed by those people in the gambling house. Even if the murderer is found, what can be done? Okay, don't be troublesome!" She took out a bag of silver from her sleeve and threw it in front of Zhao.
"Take this money and go back. Leave the capital and never come back!"
"This……"
Mrs. Zhao cried with snot and tears. She was more heartbroken about her son's death than the money and wanted to find out her son's murderer.
Jiang Mengyue felt uneasy and wanted to send the person away as soon as possible to cover up the matter.
After Zhao leaves, no one will mention this matter again.
Mrs. Zhao refused to give up and grabbed the hem of Jiang Mengyue's skirt, "Miss Jiang, please...please help me find the murderer of my son..."
Jiang Mengyue frowned, took a step back, and shook off Zhao's hand.
"I will give you five hundred taels, and hurry up and finish the funeral and go back. The capital is not your countryside. How can you bother the official for such a trivial matter? Even I can't help it."
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