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Liang Yihan was thinking about what the young lady said.

She held her chin and said, "Stay here, housekeeper. You can come here again tomorrow."

The butler was shocked after hearing what the third young lady said. He lowered his head and had no idea how to persuade her, as he was also one of the people who bullied the third young lady.

the next day.

The Liang brothers and sisters came here as promised.

They looked at the banknotes on the table, their eyes sparkling. Liang Qiu swaggered forward, sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and looked up and said, "Not bad, not bad. Liang Yihuan is quite discerning. I won't be polite then..."

"Sir." The butler bent down and pulled the table back a distance. He continued, "This is not just for you."

Liang Qiu withdrew his hand awkwardly, "Oh, I know."

The housekeeper said, "Young Master and Young Lady, each of you will receive one hundred taels, and each of the servants will receive five taels. Young Lady has said that she no longer wants the Liang Mansion, so you should all find your own way out."

One hundred taels, even if you spend it lightly, you can never spend it all.

But they are all spoiled young men and women, how could they be willing to live a poor life?

Instantly, it caused everyone's dissatisfaction.

Liang Qiu cursed, "You little slave, how are you going to spend this little money? Are you going to give away beggars?"

The steward ignored him. He divided the things among the servants and gave the indenture and the silver to the servants. Before leaving, he said, "Sir, you can scold me all you want. I will no longer be a servant of the Liang Mansion."

The servants in the mansion took the silver and left.

Before leaving, the housekeeper looked at the young masters and young ladies who were discussing how to divide up the Liang Mansion. He reminded them, "The third young lady has sold the mansion. The owner will come to take it back in an hour. Everyone should go back and pack up your things, otherwise you will be thrown out soon."

Hearing this, everyone dispersed.

Liang Qiu ran the fastest with his servant. He rushed into the study where his father collected treasures and wanted to take everything away. However, what he saw was empty bookshelves.

He gritted his teeth and punched the table.

"Damn little bitch, she actually sold all her stuff!"

The man who bought the mansion arrived and saw that the Liang family was still hanging around. He warned them, "You have one stick of incense left before you leave the mansion. Don't take anything with you. If I find you, watch out for your legs!"

Liang Qiu refused to leave.

“This is my home!”

"Kick him out!" the boss shouted, and the servants all took sticks and hit Liang Qiu.

……

At this time, Liang Yihuan came to the Jiang Mansion with a huge sum of money. She took a deep breath and placed a bundle of money on the round table. "Young Madam, I want to donate this money to the cause of Chinese and Western medicine."

"Yihuan, this is the inheritance your parents left you." Jiusu said.

Liang Yihuan chuckled: "They will agree."

Jiusu pondered for a few seconds, took out a piece of white paper, and quickly wrote a few lines: "From now on, you will be a shareholder of the Chinese and Western Hospital. You and I will split it 50-50. Don't refuse. It will benefit both you and me."

Seeing this, Liang Yihan accepted it.

Then, Jiusu handed over three more courtyards and said, "Pick one, and it will be your home from now on."

Liang Yihan looked down at the three property deeds.

She picked up the middle one: "It's much freer by the lake."

With this large investment, the Chinese and Western Hospital attracted many medical students who were interested in it. Liang Yihan has already adapted to the Western medicine model, and she is the invigilator of this baseline examination.

Actually, forty-five talented students were selected.

We were divided into departments according to our interests.

For a time, Chinese and Western hospitals grew a lot.

It was a beautiful sunny day at the end of June. Jiusu had originally planned to go camping in the suburbs with his friends, but before they set off, they received bad news from the palace.

The emperor is seriously ill.

The prince was serving outside the bedroom, and all state affairs were left to Jiang Jing and An Wenzhi to handle. The case of the Dali Temple was given to Song Wang. For a while, everyone was busy.

Jiusu was summoned into the palace by the Queen Mother.

Empress Dowager Xu's face was sallow and she looked exhausted. She forced a smile and said, "Madam Jiang, you're here. I've heard that you're an excellent doctor. Please go and see His Majesty."

"Yes." Jiusu accepted the order.

The Emperor no longer needs Imperial Physician Gao for fear of being poisoned. Now that he has asked her to come, it seems that her condition is very serious.

She placed her hand on the emperor's wrist.

My heart sank.

Emperor Xu said in a voice of vicissitudes and weakness: "My dear Lord, what's wrong with me?"

"Your Majesty, I dare not say it." Jiusu lowered his head and looked away, saying in embarrassment.

Xu Huang's emotions fluctuated instantly. He coughed violently several times when his breathing was not smooth. Even Jiusu, who was so bold, had concerns. Could it be that he really had an incurable disease? He laughed dryly.

"I forgive you for not being guilty."

Jiusu said: "You have been poisoned."

"What!?" Xu Huang sat up, then lay down again without strength. He covered his chest, not daring to move, fearing the poison would take effect. "What poison?"

Jiusu looked at the bracelet on his wrist and said, "Heart-eating poison."

This poison is extremely strong and there will be no symptoms in the early stages. By the time the poisoning is discovered, life is almost over.

Emperor Xu was so angry that his whole body was shaking. "Who? Who dared to poison me? Where is the Crown Prince?"

Xu Qihuai hurried over from behind the curtain and knelt on the ground.

"Father..."

Snapped!

Emperor Xu used all his strength to slap the Crown Prince in the face. Inconsolable, he cursed, "Rebellious son! How dare you poison me!"

Xu Qihuai lay on the ground, sweating profusely. He kowtowed continuously, and blood was imprinted on the wooden board.

"Father, how dare I poison you!"

Emperor Xu pointed at him with a trembling finger: "Now, you are in charge of the former dynasty and the harem. After I die, you think you can become the emperor, right? Prince, you are too cruel!"

Xu Qihuai looked up, his heart cold as he said, "You gave me the power to manage the former court and the harem, but the only matter concerning your use of medicine was given to the prince. You cannot wrongly accuse me."

"Changrong would never poison me!" Emperor Xu was furious and scolded, "You want to usurp the throne!"

Xu Qihuai replied firmly, "I am already the crown prince, why would I need to usurp the throne?"

The father and son stared at each other.

After Xu Huang spat out a mouthful of blood.

The prince hurried forward, but was slapped by Emperor Xu again.

"Rebellious son! How dare you disobey me!"

Jiusu stood to one side and reminded them, "I have also heard that you were afraid that Doctor Gao would get too close to the Crown Prince, so you asked Doctor Wang to take care of him personally."

Emperor Xu seemed to remember something and murmured vaguely, "Doctor Wang..."

at this time.

Eunuch Shang came over with a sad face, knelt on the ground, and whispered a few words into the emperor's ear.

Xu Huang clenched his fists and pounded hard on both sides of the bed.

"Bastard!" Blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth and his consciousness seemed to become blurred.

Jiusu handed over the antidote.

The emperor cannot die now. Once he dies, the prince’s injustice will never be cleared.

"Give it to the Emperor."

After a while, Emperor Xu finally calmed down.

The Queen Mother and the Empress were both there.

He leaned against the pillow, stroking the imperial seal, lost in thought, his eyes filled with tears. "I...I...Changrong is willful, but how could he take my life?"

"emperor!"

A woman's heart-wrenching voice came from outside. It was the always self-respecting and dignified Concubine Qi Jing. She pushed aside the palace maid, rushed into the inner room, knelt straight on the ground, and stretched out her hands in grief.