The head of state who once studied in the East said: "These are the heritage of the nation, the wealth left to future generations, and should not be easily destroyed."

Everyone found it a little funny inexplicably, but what the chief of the country said would naturally do as he did. Even when the Song family lived in normal times, they would be more cautious intentionally or unintentionally.

Ye Jiao and Mrs. Zhou were led by the Song family’s chief manager and finally walked for a few minutes before finally reaching their destination.

This is a very large yard, and the outside is full of people, and everyone looks anxious, at least on the surface.

With Ye Jiao's arrival, the people who were originally talking and talking subconsciously stopped and looked at Ye Jiao. Some people even looked at him without hesitation.

Ye Jiao frowned slightly. She didn't like the eyes of those people, exploring, scrutinizing, and even came up with some indescribable aloofness, and some even had unconcealed contempt, as if she was watching some clown.

Yes, in the eyes of those people, isn’t that what Ye Jiao is like?

Since the Head of State fell ill, I don’t know how many people have come to show their concerns. There are also some so-called doctors, "miracle doctors", volunteering to come to treat the disease. Their talkative look was as confident as a miracle doctor.

At first, I did find a few that I thought were OK, but I didn't expect that one of them was eager to survive and directly used a dose of strong medicine, which directly made the situation of the head of state worse.

Since then, this so-called You Fang Doctor may not be allowed to enter at all if he thinks it is unreliable.

Everyone speculated about how Mrs. Song was convinced to allow a little girl to come for treatment?

Let's wait and see! By the way, after Ye Jiao entered, she immediately felt as if countless eyes fell on her, "Sweep!"

It's really like a searchlight version, I wish I could illuminate your whole body and investigate the situation inside clearly.

Ye Jiao has always disliked this excessively naughty gaze, but she still held it back, smiled slightly, and walked in quietly.

It is completely classical decoration. The ground is covered with embroidered peony carpets, tables and chairs made of old red sandalwood, and the walls are hung with ink and water landscape paintings that look very old and valuable at first glance.

There are exquisite antiques placed on the antique shelf, each of which is fine or lonely.

These are all things from the old prince's mansion. The prince left in a hurry and most of the things were forced to stay. After the Song family accepted it, they did not take it as a very important position, but continued to stay here as a member of the head of state.

If one day Mr. Song no longer becomes the head of state, they will move out of the house and leave it to the next successor.

These were all told by Mrs. Zhou on the way she came yesterday. She was afraid that Ye Jiao would accidentally bump into something, so Mrs. Zhou told Ye Jiao very carefully what she knew.

Although this room is gorgeous and elegant, you can smell the strong smell of Chinese medicine at a distance. The smell is so strong that it seems to have been deeply imprinted in every part of the room, and even the air is severely invaded.

This even had a pungent and strong smell of medicine, which made Ye Jiao frown slightly.

Her eyes looked into the room and she vaguely saw an old man lying on the bed surrounded by many people.

He is not too old. The eldest son is only in his early sixties now, but obviously he has been tortured by the disease for a long time. He obviously looks much older than his peers and is thinner. Especially his face is not pale, but has an indescribable yellowness, so thin that he almost loses his appearance, and even his eye sockets are sunken.

Ye Jiao was slightly stunned. Even though she had been mentally prepared for a long time, she didn't expect that when she really saw the real person, the situation was still much more serious than she thought.

Sitting beside the bed was a woman in her fifties. She was wearing a plain satin cheongsam, with a thin figure and elegant temperament. Her long ink hair was meticulously moved behind her head. She tied a bun and fixed it with a silver hairpin. She also wore a jasper bracelet on her slender wrist, and she had no jewelry on her body.

"I've seen Mrs.

Ye Jiao stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

Mrs. Song's gentle gaze fell on Ye Jiao, as if the soft palms were brushed by her thin gauze, and it would not make people feel uncomfortable.

She didn't look at it too much like the others, just chuckled, "I'm really a little girl, come here, come here."

Ye Jiao thought it was quite friendly, and she was not afraid of anything. She slowly walked over under the gaze of everyone and continued to blink her innocent big eyes. She looked simple and agile like an elf.

Ye Jiao, who is generous, neither humble nor arrogant, is undoubtedly more popular, and Mrs. Song's eyes are filled with admiration.

"I heard that Xiaoyi said that you know medical skills, is that true?"

The lady who smiled was extremely gentle, and her eyes looked like a slight crescent moon. She looked very beautiful, making people feel a little close.

Or it is said that people need to be in line with each other. Some people may have never met before, but when they really meet, they feel a kind of indescribable familiarity, as if they have known each other for a long time and a long time.

"I understand a little bit, and then I come over with a thick face.

Thanks to your trust, Madam, I will definitely work hard to treat it!"

Seeing the great head of state so badly, Ye Jiao didn't dare to say anything to death directly.

Mrs. Song nodded, and her voice was as soft as a sigh: "Don't worry, just treat it. We all understand his situation."

As he said that, his expression became dim, and the woman's whole body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of sadness, making people's mood seem to become heavier in an instant.

After Ye Jiao comforted her for a few words, she was about to start taking her pulse.

"etc!"

A middle-aged fat woman wearing heavy makeup and dressed in gorgeous clothes stood up, her voice as if she was coming from her nostrils, and she was extremely displeased and disdainful: "Sister-in-law! I think you are really confused. Even if you really want to find a doctor, at least you should find someone who is serious and decent. What does this little girl know?"

I'm afraid I haven't even figured out the pulse.

Mrs. Song's face looked a little ugly, but it soon returned to normal. She still sat there gracefully, even though she was not young, and still had a beautiful figure, with a nobility that could not be desecrated by anyone.

"I know what I do, and I don't care about my brother and sister.

Miss Peach, let's start."

Mrs. Song's voice was still soft and her tone was steady, but she inexplicably gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.

The woman with heavy makeup suddenly turned pale, and she was obviously a little unbelievable that she said this by Mrs. Song.

"I'm all for my brother's good! I'm half dead now. If this is the same as last time, it wouldn't be..."
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