When Miao Suwen saw that Liang Yan agreed to treat her mother, a hint of joy appeared on her face. She quickly stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears and turned to lead the way.
Liang Yan followed Miao Suwen and soon saw an elegant courtyard with a vermilion attic and several maids and servants standing outside the attic door.
At this time, a middle-aged man with a broad nose and a square face was pushing the door and coming out of the attic, followed by a hunched-over old man in white robes who was nearly 70 years old.
This middle-aged man turned out to be Miao Yue, the Minister of Taichang Temple and a third-rank official in the imperial court.
He frowned at this moment, with a look of deep worry on his face. He also chatted with the old man in white robes beside him, but the sadness on his face did not diminish at all.
"father!"
Miao Suwen shouted, and her eyes were already red. She usually had a strong temper. Even when she secretly learned martial arts and was scolded by her father, she remained silent. She had never been in such a crying state. It was just about her mother.
Life finally made this arrogant girl soften.
Miao Yue raised his head and glanced at her, nodded slightly, his eyes fell on Liang Yan next to him again, showing some doubts, and asked: "If I remember correctly, this should be the new accountant in the house, right?"
?I don’t know why you came here?”
Liang Yan cupped his hands and said, "Tang has learned some medical skills before and has some unique secret recipes. I heard that your lady is ill, so I came here to take a look."
Miao Yue nodded and said: "It's hard for you to have such a heart. It's just that my wife's condition is weird, and many famous doctors and doctors can't do anything about it. You'd better ask me to come back."
Liang Yan knew that although Miao Yue spoke politely, he still didn't trust his medical skills. What's more, there was a doctor beside him, and he obviously didn't want to lose this person's face.
He wanted to say something more, but Miao Suwen took a step forward and said softly: "Dad, please ask your husband to take a look. He has great powers and may be able to cure my mother's condition."
"Nonsense!"
Miao Yue scolded and said angrily: "If you don't learn how to make needlework at home, then you sneak out and make mischief by yourself. I haven't taught you a lesson, but you have the confidence?"
Miao Suwen saw her father getting angry, but she refused to take a step back, with a stubborn expression on her face. She still said, "Dad, you invited all those famous doctors, but they didn't cure my mother. Why don't you let Mr. Tang give it a try?"
"you!"
Miao Yue's face was already gloomy. At this moment, Miao Suwen was so angry that he turned blue with anger. He shouted angrily: "What a rebellious girl! You are angry with me, and you are angry with me!"
The old man in white robes next to him saw the father and daughter arguing fiercely, and felt bored, so he cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Miao, your lady's condition is really strange. Please forgive me for not being able to do anything about life, old age, illness and death."
This is human nature, please look away, Mr. Miao, Lu will leave first!"
After saying this, he didn't wait for Miao Yue to ask him to stay. He flicked his sleeves and left. Before leaving, he glanced at Liang Yan with some disdain.
Naturally, Liang Yan would not be angry with an old doctor in his sixties. He also understood that colleagues have been enemies since ancient times. But he came here to verify something, not to steal his job or ruin his reputation, so why did he do it?
A word of enmity?
Seeing her father's antique temper rising, Miao Su suddenly softened her voice and said softly: "Dad, have you forgotten the mooncakes that your mother made for you during the Mid-Autumn Festival this year? Just a few days ago, at that time you
She even said she wanted to eat it for the rest of her life."
Today happened to be the cold dew, and seven days ago it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. After listening to his daughter's words, Miao Yue suddenly recalled that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the family was still harmonious and beautiful. He did not expect that such a huge change would occur in just seven days.
!
When he thought of his beloved wife's past, Miao Yue couldn't help but feel his heart soften, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face. He waved his hand and said very tiredly:
"It's up to you!"
Miao Suwen's face lit up, and he hurriedly pulled Liang Yan and said respectfully: "I've wasted so much time, sir, please diagnose and treat my mother quickly!"
While she was talking, a servant had already brought up a pair of silver needles and a medicine box. Liang Yan could only pretend to accept them, then turned around and warned: "When I go in to treat a disease, outsiders are not allowed to come in and disturb me."
"Don't worry, sir! Suwen will be guarding the door." Miao Suwen said solemnly.
Liang Yan nodded and walked directly into the vermilion attic. Then he closed the door with his backhand and threw the silver needle and medicine box aside.
There is a large bed in the middle of the attic. Lying on the bed is a beautiful middle-aged woman, about thirty-five or six years old, with hair on both sides of her hair, fair skin, but her lips are darkened, and the nails on her hands are also dark in color.
These are just scenes in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Liang Yan's eyes, he can clearly see that a faint black aura is coiling around the head of this middle-aged beautiful woman, and in her seven orifices.
Weaving back and forth among them.
"As expected!"
A light blue light flashed in Liang Yan's eyes, and he suddenly said in his heart: "This Madam of the Miao family is not suffering from any strange disease, but someone has damaged her soul through evil methods!"
He walked to the bed and placed one hand on the beautiful woman's head. A burst of spiritual consciousness came out and he got a rough idea of the situation in this person's meridians.
"Please ask for spiritual skills?" Liang Yan said to himself.
This "Spirit Invitation Technique" is a low-level spell that belongs to the heretic and is not included in the four major traditions. The caster can control the spiritual consciousness of some low-level spirits and let them be used for their own use to help them defend themselves against enemies.
Liang Yan tapped the index finger of his right hand, and a blue spiritual power was injected into the beautiful woman's eyebrows. The corners of the beautiful woman's lips moved slightly, and her face suddenly became distorted.
Waves of black air were billowing between her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, sometimes going in and sometimes going out, as if she had been disturbed by something, and she was struggling constantly.
Liang Yan's eyes narrowed, and he made a weak grab with one hand. The beautiful woman's mouth immediately opened, and a black thing jumped out of her mouth!
This thing was caught by Liang Yan with his tentative hand, and he saw that it was a six-inch-long small snake, all black, with some leaf-like lines on the snake's body. The snake's mouth was wide open, and it was hissing at him.
"It turns out to be a black leaf snake spirit!"
Liang Yan smiled slightly, and with a little force on his hand, a burst of blue spiritual power entered the belly of the black snake, and then his body swayed and he disappeared into the room.
Just as Liang Yan was pouring spiritual power into the belly of the black snake, a scream suddenly came from a room somewhere in the Miao Mansion!
A middle-aged man with a handsome appearance in white clothes was covering his lower abdomen with his hands at the moment, and there were two bright red blood stains left at the corners of his mouth!
"No! There are still experts in this Miao Mansion!"
The middle-aged man was sweating on his forehead. He jumped out of the room without even thinking, and climbed up the high wall. Just as he was about to leave, he saw a handsome scholar in blue clothes and Confucian robes, already standing on the roof, smiling.