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Shen Shuyi brought the female doctor into the main room and saw that the candle on the table had been lit.

Old Madam Shen was wearing a headband and an outer coat, sitting on the bed, being served by Aunt Qiulian.

"Grandma, are you feeling better? I just heard that you were coughing badly. I was afraid you couldn't sleep at night." Shen Shuyi took the initiative to step forward.

Madam Shen looked at her and said gently, "This is an old problem of mine, so it's fine. But I just heard from Qiulian that the injury on your wrist has flared up. How is it now?"

The female doctor explained: "The injury on the second young lady's wrist should not have hurt her bones and muscles, but perhaps she was overworked and had some injuries. She needs to rest well. However, in comparison, the second young lady's qi and blood are deficient and her body is weak. If she is not properly taken care of, she may have difficulty having children in the future..."

Hearing this, Madam Shen's expression became more serious: "Is it really that serious?"

The doctor replied, "That's right."

Shen Shuyi said, "Grandma, please don't mention me. I'm young after all, and I can recover no matter what. As for you, you just happen to be awake, so why not let the doctor check your pulse again, so that your granddaughter can rest assured."

Old Madam Shen's eyes fell on Shen Shuyi's face. The girl was thin, with a pair of clear, ethereal and bright eyes. Although she had a calmness and indifference that was not in line with her age, it was full of concern, which was particularly moving.

"Forget it, I'll have to trouble the doctor..."

*

Outside Shuhan Garden.

When Shen Jingchuan, Qin Xuerong and their group arrived at Shuhanyuan in a rage, Shen Jingan was venting his dissatisfaction.

He had been drinking today and was a little tipsy, becoming even more arrogant and reckless.

"Speak! Speak! Weren't you once the most powerful young master in the capital? Why are you lying in front of me like a dog now?"

"I'll give you one last chance, will you write it or not?"

"Why, is it so difficult for you to write a poem? Could it be that Big Brother has run out of ideas and has become not only a paralyzed useless person in bed, but also a mess in his brain!"

When Shen Jingchuan and Qin Xuerong came to the inner courtyard, they heard this familiar voice.

Then, there were intermittent coughing sounds: "Cough cough... cough..."

Shen Shuhan's eyes were dull, as if he could not hear Shen Jingan's humiliation at all, and he had no reaction at all, as if he was a real dead person.

But the more he did this, the more angry Shen Jingan became.

Shen Jing'an raised his hand and punched him again: "Speak! Are you dumb? I don't understand why Dad didn't just poison you with a bowl of medicine!"

Shen Shuhan chuckled, his breath weak: "Want a poem? Make it yourself... ahem..."

When Shen Jing'an thought of the doggerel that mocked him today, he became even more angry: "You think you are great just because you can write a few poems, right? I tell you, I can also write famous poems that are passed down all over the world!"

Shen Jing'an was very angry and felt that Shen Shuhan was a tough guy.

Of course, he already knew this.

It's just that because he has tasted the sweetness, he is even more unwilling now and always wants to squeeze more value from him.

"Okay, since you are so strong-willed, I want you to kneel down and beg me!"

Shen Jing'an squatted down, his expression gloomy and vicious, and said slowly: "Shen Shuhan, you care about your sister the most, right? I..."

When Qin Xuerong heard this, her face changed completely, and in an instant, it turned as pale as paper.

"Brother An!" she spoke harshly, interrupting Shen Jingan before he finished speaking.

Shen Jing'an was stunned for a few seconds, almost thinking that he was hallucinating. He subconsciously turned his head to look outside the door.

Then, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Even though Shen Jingchuan found it hard to believe, what he saw still shocked him!

Shen Jing'an was dressed in gorgeous clothes, looking bright and handsome, but his pair of jade-like boots were stepping on Shen Shuhan's face.

The young man he stepped on was disheveled, thin as a skeleton, with a purple face and large pools of blood at the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he was dying.

Even though he had long been disappointed with his son, at this moment, Shen Jingchuan's heart couldn't help but ache for a moment.

After all, he was the son he had placed great hopes on...

"Shen Jing'an, what are you doing!" Shen Jingchuan shouted angrily, his eyes widening on his handsome face, as if he could hardly believe the scene in front of him.

Shen Jing'an was frightened and trembled, and sobered up instantly.

He quickly retracted his foot, with a rare look of panic in his eyes.

Qin Xuerong couldn't even catch her breath and almost fainted.

But she knew that she couldn't. If she fell down now, who would clean up the mess for Ang'er? What would happen to his children?

In just a moment, Ah Zhao hurriedly climbed forward and said, "Master! Please save the young master! The young master is dying. If you don't care, he will die!"

"Dad! Please listen to my explanation..." Shen Jing'an came back to his senses and tried to remain calm.

He knew that he couldn't panic at this time. The more panicked he was, the more unreasonable he would appear.

On the contrary, only when he calmed down would his father believe what he said.

Seeing that he was calm and composed, Shen Jingchuan calmed down a bit. "Then you should explain to me why you are here instead of going to bed at night! Also, what are you doing to Han Ge'er? You are the one who caused his injuries!"

Seeing this, Qin Xuerong said, "Brother An, what's going on? You told me today that your literary talent is far inferior to your elder brother's, and you only hate that your elder brother can't cheer up. Why do you come to bully him now? I have always taught you this!"

Qin Xuerong's words seemed to be an accusation, but in fact they were a reminder. Shen Jingan reacted immediately.

"Dad, I am guilty!" After saying that, Shen Jing'an lifted up his clothes and knelt down in front of Shen Jingchuan in front of everyone.

"My son was saddened when he saw the things today. He couldn't help but think of the way his elder brother taught him to write when he was young. But after his elder brother was injured, he was devastated and gave up on himself."

"My son came here today to persuade my eldest brother to cheer up. Even though his hands and feet are disabled, his mind is clear and he can still contribute to Daqian and the Shen family!"

"But I didn't expect... I didn't expect that my eldest brother would still be the same, self-indulgent and unwilling to make progress. No matter how my son tried to persuade him, he was always sarcastic and mocking, only laughing at my son's talent and knowledge being far inferior to his, so how could he be qualified to judge him."

"My son was so angry that he said something he didn't want to say. Even though I was humiliated by my elder brother, I only hope that as long as my elder brother can write another poem, my son will have no regrets."

After listening to Shen Jingan's words, Shen Jingchuan's anger indeed subsided.

Qin Xuerong breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel as if her heart was being tightly grasped by a large hand, almost crushing it.

At this moment, the hand was slowly releasing its strength, and her body finally felt a little warmer.

Fortunately, fortunately she followed along, otherwise Anger wouldn't know how much his father had heard, and in his panic he might not know how to excuse himself.

It was really a close call... a close call...

"So, second brother's hard work is all for eldest brother?" Just at this moment, a clear and melodious female voice sounded outside the door.