Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

The Marquis's wife opened her tear-soaked eyes, and her blurry vision was filled with Duan Tingzhuo's face with a weak smile. Suddenly, she remembered what she had just forgotten.

Ah...someone said that someone exchanged Zhuo'er's fate of premature birth with Han'er, but the reality is that Zhuo'er would rather die than let Han'er recover.

How could there be such a stupid child? Even those minor fights and frame-ups were just out of the jealousy and fear of a child.

She was afraid that she would be abandoned one day, but when the time really came, she was willing to give up herself to help Han'er.

I think the young master's words about his biological father and adoptive mother were deliberately told to her so that she would become estranged from Zhuo'er and have the heart to exchange his life for hers.

Fortunately, she and her husband had been married for many years, so she was able to keep calm and listen to his explanation.

It's a good thing that Han'er can be saved, but it shouldn't be at the expense of Zhuo'er...

Madam Hou thought a lot and had already decided what to do next. She calmed down, wiped away her tears, and said in a deep voice: "Your elder brother doesn't forgive you, but mother forgives you. Don't do this again in the future. Han'er has not had an easy life either, so don't be so petty again."

"As for the rest..." Madam Hou glanced at the silent Marquis of Xicheng with a displeased look and said, "Don't think too much about it."

"Do you know?"

"Yeah." Duan Tingzhuo felt the luck that quietly submitted to him because of the last bit of favor from the Marquis's wife. He felt the coldness in his body quickly dissipated and his body warmed up.

After stretching his legs covered by the quilt, Duan Tingzhuo smiled more obediently: "Thank you, mother."

The Marquis's wife smiled, and the pain in her chest was relieved a little.

However, she did not notice that when the young man looked past her and met the gaze of her husband behind her, they both showed a smug look in their eyes.

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Here, Duan Tinghan was carrying out his daily medicinal bath treatment as usual.

He Qingyu got up and left after finishing the acupuncture, leaving Fu Guanci waiting outside the screen, boiling the medicinal materials over a low fire, waiting for him to take them again after the herbal bath.

The boy closed his eyes tightly, and his hands rested on both sides of the barrel, his joints bulging with white due to excessive force. Heat rose from his body, and his nose was filled with a strong burning smell.

It was clearly a medicinal bath, but my whole body felt as if it was being burned in a fire. The pain was so severe that I couldn't get any peace, but I had to stay awake all the time.

This kind of pain is completely incomparable to the little punishment Duan Tingzhuo received.

However, those family members who claimed that they were there to accompany him to seek medical treatment actually stayed by his so-called younger brother day and night, and he became the one who was ignored.

It has always been like this, but luckily he has gotten used to it. He might have felt a little disappointed in the past, but for some reason, he has lost this feeling less and less recently.

It didn't matter if they cared or not, he just wanted to survive.

But today is a little different. To be more precise, something is very wrong.

The piercing pain was still there, but his brain became inexplicably heavy and fuzzy, a reaction he had never experienced before.

He opened his mouth and wanted to call for help, but his throat seemed to be strangled. Not only could he not make a sound, but even breathing became difficult.

I started to feel abnormally sleepy and my vision started to blur.

He looked at the exquisite patterns on the screen, and as his body began to slid down, he saw something that shocked his life.

The silver-white threads flying in the sky broke through the screen and headed straight towards the young man.

The silk thread exuded a faint glow, and was wrapped around the boy's arms. Above him was a spirit like a divine bird, connected by a silver-white silk thread, holding him up steadily like a puppet.

Then, very light footsteps were heard from the broken screen, and Duan Tinghan raised his eyes with difficulty.

Fu Guanci was standing right in front of him, controlling the suspended divine bird with one hand, and a talisman was burning naturally at his fingertips.

He called softly, "Senior Sister."

As the talisman dissipated, a group of light spots gradually gathered around Fu Guanci, emitting a bright glow and turning into a physical figure.

Duan Tinghan looked at the figure that appeared out of thin air in front of him in astonishment. The girl had a delicate and ethereal face, which sparkled brightly under the scattered candlelight. She was filled with fairy air, yet inexplicably carried a bit of laziness, like a savior who appeared out of thin air.

The celestial savior sighed, "What are you doing? Going back to take a nap!"

Fu Guanci admitted his mistake in a very proper manner: "I'm sorry, but I have to make some medicine, so I don't have time."

Shen Zhinian: "Okay."

"By the way, what's the matter?"

Fu Guanci: "It's a story about a poor boy who was betrayed by his family and almost drowned in the bath water (bushi)."

Shen Zhinian: "Tsk tsk tsk, why is it like this."

The simple conversation between the two ended here, and then Fu Guanci went to boil medicine without looking back.

Duan·Almost drowned in the bath water·Ting Han: "..."

He just felt that the world was a little magical.

If I'm not mistaken, he should have died in the next second, and now he didn't get drowned, but it's still not easy for him. How can you two be so calm?

Isn't the medicine boiled for him to drink? He is about to die, but this man is still only concerned about boiling the medicine. Is the medicine actually more important than him?

He doesn’t understand!!!

Oh, by the way, what kind of magic was that just now? It was so cool!

Duan Tinghan's eyelids drooped, and his mind was not clear as he thought of all sorts of random complaints. He felt surprised, uncomfortable and powerless, but there was no trace of fear.

Shen Zhinian avoided the broken screen on the ground and walked up to him.

To be honest, after just five days of treatment, Duan Tinghan was almost fully recovered except for his legs which needed surgery and could not move.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhinian felt helpless. She had thought that the mistress would not let Duan Tinghan recover like this, but she really didn't expect that the little scum had just woken up from a coma and was unable to move, and he started to make trouble again.

But the Xichenghou couple, who loved their mistress so much, made it easy for him to succeed.

She looked at Duan Tinghan's pretty face that had turned gray, and said with some emotion: "Master Duan, if you recover, remember to change your family."

Change...family?

He didn't know what this sentence meant. When he was unconscious, he only saw the girl cut her finger without changing her expression, and blood gushed out and dripped on his forehead.

The boy closed his eyes and his head dropped to one side, but was then lifted up by the silver-white thread hanging above his head and straightened. It looked a bit like hanging, and quite scary.