The man did not plan and even lost the power in the mansion. Mrs. Wang was so angry that she couldn't show any dissatisfaction on her face, so she had to remove the card and hand it over to Yuanyang.

"Why haven't the doctor arrived yet? Come on, use my post to urge me!" She turned her head and shouted, looking very anxious, but she wished Jia Huan would die immediately. If the doctor came and found no problem, she would never tolerate this illegitimate son who was rude and scheming!

Aunt Zhao held his son's hand tightly. Seeing that his whole body was hot and his breathing gradually weakened, he was so scared that he lost his soul and his seven souls. The doctor who rushed over hurriedly reminded him, and the girl was helped by the girl waiting.

Mrs. Wang drank absent-mindedly a few cups of tea. When she saw the doctor stop taking her pulse, she hurriedly asked, "How?"

"The pulse is weak and weird, and it seems to be internal injuries and poisoning. I can't tell the difference clearly for a while. I just heard the girl talk about the situation. I think it should be internal injuries. I prescribe some breathing medicine first and take it slowly." The doctor replied conservatively.

Is it really internally injured? Mrs. Wang's pupils shrank slightly, and she was extremely surprised. But, what if she was really injured? She still had to abandon this disaster. Fortunately, the one in the Zhang family was her niece, not Mrs. Xing, and it would be convenient for her to act.

"Is the strictness serious? When will it be cured?" Aunt Zhao asked anxiously.

"It's hard to say whether it can be well. I just raise it slowly. But the young master is young, and I think it can be raised well after three or five years." When he looked at Aunt Zhao, a trace of pity flashed in the doctor's eyes. A big hole was just smashed in his head, and he suffered such severe internal injuries. He was done by a slave every time. The Jia family is too dirty and does not give the concubine's son any way to survive!

"A servant who killed you! Who gave you the courage to slander your master so badly? When I returned, the master cut your family alive and gave me Huan'er life to pay for my life! My Huan'er's life is so miserable! A servant on the left wants to harm him, and a servant on the right wants to harm him, but no one regards him as a dignified person! Isn't the concubine's son the master's son? Does the concubine deserve to be criticized? Inquiring in Manjing, there is no such vicious family..." Aunt Zhao dizzy, knocked open the curtain and knelt outside and cried. The shrill accusation could be heard even after crossing several courtyard walls.

"Stop crying, the master and I will naturally make the decision for Brother Huan!" Mrs. Wang hurriedly sent someone to help him, and blocked the doctor's mouth with fifty taels of silver, for fear that these things would spread outside and would bring him a reputation for treating his concubine's son badly.

Although Aunt Zhao was not very smart, she was invincible when it came to making jokes. She cried, howled and scolded, and she would not get up no matter who persuaded her. Her hair was messy, her makeup was blurred, her hair was lost, her clothes were dirty, and her clothes were dirty. Her situation was even more miserable than her son lying on the bed. Jia Zheng, who was turning around, was upset and roared at Mrs. Wang.

Because it was not the first time, he also suspected that Mrs. Wang's usual virtuous and charitable behavior was fake, and the look of looking at her was cold. It seemed that he was harsh on his concubine's son, and it was enough for him to drink a pot of food by the censor.

Mrs. Wang was panicked and apologized to Aunt Zhao with a low figure. She also gave her some medicinal materials and silver tattoos. She then punished herself to go to the Buddhist temple to recite half-menstrual passages.

In the end, I saw that my son's fever subsided and his breathing became stable, Aunt Zhao finally calmed down.

At the hour of the evening, Jia Huan woke up with Aunt Zhao's constant sobs. He clenched his fists and used his luck. He felt that the severe pain that exploded everywhere in his body had completely disappeared. Fiercely, the heat flow that could cause all cells to die and rebirth had also subsided. This body seemed thin, but it had a lot of tenacity than before, and its five senses were also sharper, just like peeling off the hard shell originally wrapped around the body, completely releasing its id.

The feeling of becoming stronger from weak and dominating one's own destiny is back. Jia Huan opened his lips and smiled happily.

"Huan'er, are you awake?" Aunt Zhao twisted the handkerchief wet with tears, and as soon as she looked up, she met her son's bright eyes, and immediately screamed in surprise.

"Little bastard, you can still laugh! Aren't you very capable? Ah? You tied a sandbag worth dozens of pounds and ran around all day long. It's no problem to kick a wooden stake. How could someone get hurt if you push it twice? You coward! When you get well, don't practice those fists as soon as possible! It's useless to practice!" Aunt Zhao couldn't play with the warmth of her son, and she either beat or scolded her.

Jia Huan was grabbed by someone but enjoyed it. Even when the doomsday did not break out, his noble mother had never said a word to him to express closeness, let alone beating. He liked the warmth that was revealed in laughter and scolding.

"Auntie, is that servant scared to death?" He grinned, sat up and leaned halfway against the head of the bed.

"How do you know? I just threw him into the woodshed and said I wanted to use a rope to get his whole family to pay for your life. His eyes turned over and his braids were overturned." Aunt Zhao hurriedly stuffed the pillow into his waist.

"He had a serious heart disease, but he still angered me in different ways. In our yard, who doesn't know that Jia Huan is protecting me well, but he stole my snacks in front of me. It was obviously digging a hole for me to jump in. If I attack him, even if he doesn't die on the spot, he will definitely come to the mansion to report his death when he goes back. So I will take the opportunity to force him to join the army." There was a sense of evil spirit in the corner of Jia Huan's slightly raised mouth.

Aunt Zhao was stunned, hurriedly groping her son's body up and down, and asked anxiously, "So you are pretending to be injured? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine! Look at this look." Jia Huan patted his face, his pale cheeks immediately turned red and pink.

"But the doctor said you were seriously injured!" Aunt Zhao still disbelief.

"Did you see this? Pinch it under the armpit, and the pulse becomes weaker and weaker. After being clamped for a long time, it can even cause the pulse to stop beating, but the person is fine." As soon as the plan was decided, Jia Huan thought of the words and took out two walnuts from under the pillow.

"Really? I'll try!" Aunt Zhao immediately clamped one of them in her armpits and measured her own pulse.

Jia Huan used his five fingers slightly to crush the remaining one, and took out the kernels inside and ate them slowly. He was afraid of being hungry in his previous life, and liked to store some food that was not prone to mold in places within his reach.

"Hey, it's so amazing! The pulse has really gone from being there to not being there! This is good! I'll cheat others a few times at that time!" Aunt Zhao took out the walnuts and screamed in surprise. She glanced at her son with a peaceful expression. Her face immediately changed, twisted his ear and cursed, "Damn it! You pretend to be so stupid that you can't make it? I almost scared my soul to scatter!"

"Be gentle, it hurts!" Jia Huan hurriedly broke her fingers, his tone a little regretful, "You have a thorn in your heart, and your wife will see through the words you feel weak! Wouldn't it ruin my affairs if you tell you?"

Aunt Zhao thought about it, and then let it go, then leaned into her son's ear and whispered, "Do you think your wife wants to harm you this time?" If the charge of beating someone to death is fulfilled, coupled with the rumors of her son's crazy, the Jia family will definitely not be able to stay, but she will say what she wants!

"Who else can I have except her?" Jia Huan sneered. Although Mrs. Wang treated Jia Huan with charity in the original work and sent him such a respectful job of copying scriptures, instead of his wife Li Wan, Jia Huan also showed off his power twice in front of Baoyu. But in fact, what else can I do to copy scriptures for my mistress besides having some shame? If I don't go to school well, what will be a big future in the future?

The reason why Mrs. Wang let Jia Huan live safely was because she knew that Jia Huan had been trashed and could not defeat Baoyu. She could still show her reputation of being virtuous and generous. If Jia Huan was a talented and virtuous person and had a great future, just because Aunt Zhao was always thinking about the family business of the Jia family, he would not have the chance to survive.

Mrs. Wang is a man who even plots against her own niece so much that she doesn't even have a scum.

Aunt Zhao thought for a moment and stroked Jia Huan's head and said worriedly, "Son, you will lose all your sandbags, wooden stakes, and stone mills in the future! The rumors of your broken head have spread all over the mansion. If your wife uses this name to deal with us, we might be sent to the countryside village!"

"Isn't it good to go to Zhuangzi? You are free and don't have to pay tribute early in the morning, nor do you have to serve tea and water to serve people." Jia Huan took out a bag of peanuts under the pillow and chewed them.

"You know what's the matter!" Aunt Zhao poked her son's head in anger. "The head of the village in the village has been stationed all year round and has long become the second master who has covered the sky. Our mother was driven out. He saw that we lost our favor, and with the instructed wife, he might torture us! No one knows that he is dying outside without knowing it! Although he is not free in the Jia Mansion, he can always see the master and make him happy. If he is happy, he can still share our family business."

Sooner or later, the house will be searched, and whoever gets this business will be unlucky! Jia Huan disagreed, but couldn't say it. He just nodded perfunctorily and asked Aunt Zhao to get him a midnight snack. After eating two or three bites, he fell asleep with satisfaction.

The next day, the doctor came back, and after touching the pulse, he was still very weak. He only sighed twice, left a few medicines and left. Jia Huan took out the walnuts under his armpits, raised his eyebrows at Aunt Zhao, crushed them, picked up the kernel and stuffed them into his mouth.

"My son, who said you are stupid? I think you are becoming more and more clever!" Aunt Zhao smiled and pinched her son's face.

Madam Song from the outside shouted from a distance, "Qu'er, hurry up and put the curtains, the medicine is boiled, be careful to sprinkle it."

Que'er hurriedly lifted the curtain, and Madam Song carefully brought the bowl in and handed it to Jia Huan.

It was the medicine three times poisonous. Aunt Zhao was about to stop him, but when she saw him finishing the medicine a few sips, she couldn't help but glar at him fiercely, but after hearing Madam Song's words, she diverted her attention.

"Auntie, are you surprised? The servant was scared to death not long after. His parents and a four-year-old brother were burned to death in the house by fire. Could it be that he was punished by God for doing bad things?"

"Is this happening?" Aunt Zhao's voice trembled and her face turned pale.
Chapter completed!