Gu Qi listened to these doctors and went around a lot of empty words, but she finally understood them.

"That is to say, you have been researching here for almost a month, and you still can't determine why the old man fell ill?"

Because the old man was seriously ill, Fanze specially invited several internationally renowned doctors. Worried about the language barrier, he specially arranged translators for each doctor.

The old doctor with blond hair and blue eyes frowned slightly and was a little unhappy after hearing what the translator conveyed.

He said a lot more, which was relayed by the interpreter.

"Mrs. Fan, don't you understand what we are saying? The old man has many diseases, and this illness cannot be caused by one disease at all."

Gu Qi ignored the foreign doctor and glanced at Fan Ze.

"Where did you find such a bunch of quacks?"

Gu Qi's unceremonious words directly made the doctors present blush with anger. They stared at the "Mrs. Fan" who appeared out of nowhere in front of them. If it weren't for the identity of the other party, they would have left long ago.

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The translator froze in embarrassment and did not dare to convey these words to the foreign doctor.

Gu Qi knew that she couldn't get any answers from these doctors, so she went directly upstairs to find the old man.

In the bedroom, housekeeper Song Zhizhong was guarding Mr. Fan's bedside. As soon as Gu Qi opened the door and walked in, she smelled the strong smell of medicine in the room.

"Young Madam." Song Zhizhong saw Gu Qi appear and immediately stepped aside.

Gu Qi walked into the room. In the past, Mr. Fan, who always liked to sit on a wicker chair in the yard and bask in the sun with a cattail leaf fan, was now lying on the bed with a haggard look on his face.

It was obviously noon when the sun was shining brightly, but the curtains in the room were drawn tightly, blocking out the sunlight. Only the dim light of the wall lamp illuminated the huge bedroom.

Mr. Fan was lying quietly on the bed. The faint rise and fall of the quilt on his chest seemed to prove that he was still alive. The arms hanging outside the quilt could not hold up the wide sleeves, and he was so skinny that it was shocking.

The indwelling needle on the palm of the hand was hung with water, and the medicine was delivered bit by bit to the gradually weakening Mr. Fan.

At a glance, Gu Qi's chest seemed to have been punched by someone.

Mr. Fan's condition is far more serious than Fan Ze described.

How long ago was the last time she saw the old man?

One month or more than twenty days?

At that time, the old man's face was red and full of vitality, and he could not be compared with the haggard old man in front of him.

Looking at the old man now, Gu Qi seemed to have seen the last life of Mr. Fan after he died of illness.

The same was true for the old man at that time...

He was so skinny that he almost lost his human form.

"We called Doctor Du, but... he was unwilling to go out. The old man's current physical condition really makes it impossible to move easily." Song Zhizhong looked at the old man on the bed with a worried look on his face.

The Doctor Du mentioned by Song Zhizhong was the barefoot doctor who was Gu Qi's neighbor.

Gu Qi and Mr. Fan looked at each other because of Doctor Du.

"Sister-in-law... You and that Doctor Du are from the same place. Can you think of a way... He can ask for as much money as he wants..." Fan Ze looked at Gu Qi. He didn't know much about Gu Qi's past, he only vaguely listened.

Grandpa mentioned that he lived next door to Dr. Du.

Gu Qi glanced at Fanze.
Chapter completed!