Chapter 38: Dying

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Is she powerful?
Shen Ziqiao looked at the doctor who came in and out of the room, looked at his fist in depression, and suddenly punched a big tree next to him.
pain! She shook her red and swollen hand, and looked at the back of her hand with tears in her eyes, not to mention that there was no trace of broken trunk, not even a leaf.
Obviously born strong and martial arts, martial arts is still very strong, how could she be severely wounded and stabbed to death?
Uncle Qun sent a doctor with gray beard out of his face, and saw that the doctor shook his head and sighed as he walked, as if to say that Qi Yan had been saved ...
Isn't it serious? Shen Ziqiao took a small step in the past, and just heard what the doctor asked the uncle to prepare for Qi Qi.
"You quack doctor, my grandfather lives a hundred years old, and it will be fine." Uncle Qun angrily yelled at the doctor, let people drive him away, and found that the culprit Shen Ziqiao was standing aside, staring hard Just glanced at her.
Shen Ziqiao frowned.
Ruby came out of it, "Miss Three."
"How's that fool?" Shen Ziqiao grabbed Hongyu's hand and asked anxiously, but don't die in her hand.
"The doctor said that it was an internal injury and could not be saved." Hongyu was more worried than Shen Ziqiao, and her eyes were red and swollen, apparently she had cried.
internal injury? Wouldn't she just have a concussion with that punch? Shen Ziqiao was really worried.
"Prepare the carriage!" Someone shouted. It was a young man who just stood next to Qi Yan. This man was ordinary and ordinary. Shen Ziqiao looked at him and couldn't remember exactly what he looked like.
"Why the carriage?" Shen Ziqiao asked, in fact she didn't hate Qi Qi so much, at least he didn't want him to die early.
Uncle Qun came out with a calm face. He didn't like Shen Ziqiao at first, but now he looks even more disgusted when he looks at Shen Ziqiao. "The quack doctors here can't cure the young master, we have to go back to Beijing to find the doctor."
"No, people are unconscious, it's better not to touch him, in case of a concussion ..." Shen Ziqiao whispered, before being silent, he was interrupted coldly by the group uncle.
"Can Miss San San have a therapist who can cure our young master?" Uncle Qun asked coldly.
She didn't ...
"I didn't do it on purpose," Shen Ziqiao called aggrievedly, who asked Qi Yan to say those things to stimulate her.
In the end, no matter how Shen Ziqiao persuaded a person's head to be immovable after being hit, the uncle Qun did not listen to her and insisted on sending Qi Hui back to the capital. Shen Ziqiao couldn't stop it, and could only watch Qi Qi being pulled by the carriage Farewell.
"Hongyu, what if he was really killed by me?" Is it necessary to kill someone? Could this be her real cannon fodder? Too bad.
"Miss Three, rest assured, the doctor in Beijing is better than here, maybe Master Qi will be cured soon." Hongyu comforted Shen Ziqiao, who had lost his soul.
Shen Ziqiao looked at the sky resentfully, "Isn't it the misfortune of the hostess?"
Hongyu could n’t understand what Shen Ziqiao was talking about. In fact, she did n’t understand many times, but as a slave, she was not qualified to ask what was going on. She held Shen Ziqiao ’s hand.
Miss Three, slaves will accompany you back to dinner. It's past noon. "
"Hey, let it be for you." Shen Ziqiao returned to the house sadly, holding back the sadness in his heart.
In the next few days, Shen Ziqiao kept sleeping bad and eating bad. The whole person looked debilitated. At the moment, he was black and could see the red jade and the Lin family nervous. For fear that she would hurt her own body, she kept persuading With Master Qi Dafu's fate, surely nothing will happen.
Shen Ziqiao reluctantly woke up for her difficulty, but she was still boring. She let Hung Hom quietly go back to Beijing to inquire about the news. As a result, she learned that Qi Hun was still unconscious and even more worried.
"Miss Three, the pears in the orchard are ripe. Why don't we go and pick the pears?" Zhao Di saw Shen Ziqiao's listless appearance, and carefully proposed to go around the orchard.
Ruby said, "Miss Three, didn't you say you want to take a look at our orchard?"
Shen Ziqiao looked up and saw the little girls look concerned, knowing that they were all worried about themselves, and nodded, "Let's go and relax."
If Qi Yan was so badly beaten to death by her punch, then ... then she couldn't help it.
Why does the female lead usually get another look from the male lead or the male partner with one punch, and she snored with one punch, which is too unscientific!
She can hardly be described as bad luck!
Could this be the law of cannon fodder?
The orchard of the Shen family planted several kinds of fruits, and many Shen Ziqiao could not be named. Seeing the bright smiles of the busy fruit farmers in the orchard, her mood improved slightly.
"Miss Three, you see, the pears are much better." Ruby pointed at the orchard in front, the pears full of trees, yellow orange, and pressed the branches down.
The pear tree is slender and full of fruits. If it is in the flowering season, the color is elegant and the spring wind is outdated, it should be beautiful here.
"This pear is sweet, Miss Three, try it." Yinhua picked a pear, wiped it with a handkerchief, and passed it to Shen Ziqiao.
Shen Ziqiao took a bite after taking it. The meat was crispy and sweet, and the fruit was strong. It was really good.
"This pear can still be brewed. If you like it, Miss Three, you can make some for you, and you can drink it in winter," Zhao said.
"Really? Then you make me some. I like to drink fruit wine." Shen Ziqiao had bright eyes. She used to drink a glass of red wine before going to bed.
Seeing Shen Ziqiao finally smiled, several Yahuan were relieved, "Then we go to pick some pears to make wine."
The master and servant picked up the pears cheerfully, and Shen Ziqiao temporarily forgot about the unfortunate affair of Qi Xi's coma and unconsciousness, while picking and eating, his stomach was filled soon.
"This orchard has such a good harvest, should the old lady take it seriously?" Shen Ziqiao asked Hongyu.
Hongyu knew what Shen Ziqiao's words meant, and smiled, "It's all the supervisors in Zhuangzi talk back. The supervisor doesn't say anything. The old lady doesn't know what Lin Lin is doing about them."
"Oh, the steward here is the young master?" Shen Ziqiao said, in addition to Shen Zikai's, who would protect the Lin family and Meng Mengzi them.
"Master said that when the girl grows up, these people are yours." Hongyu said.
"You're clear." Shen Ziqiao glanced at her. If it wasn't for the case of Hung Hom, she would pull the two sisters to her side to serve, and Hongyu would still find a way to get her mind to her.
The deity did not have a girl ring that really cared for her, it should have been taught to be crooked, and there was the confidant of the old lady such as Cui Ping, which was so easy for Sheng Peiyin to calculate.
"It's the young master who asked the slave to serve the girl." Hongyu whispered, "The young master saved the slave's life, and the slave's life was Miss Three's."
"Don't say that ..." Shen Ziqiao choked for a moment and asked her to bear the lives of others ... This responsibility was too heavy for her to bear.
"Miss Three, Miss Three, help!" Suddenly, a sharp, tense call came from not far away.
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