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Jiang Fugui chuckled and comforted Mu Ning, "My son happened to be busy at the Mu Mansion at that time, so Aunt Ning had no time to take care of him. However, it should still be in time to save him now. Can I go see Mu Qingzhou first?"

"Yes, yes, of course you can, come with me."

Mu Ning led Jiang Fugui to the back of the main house, walked through the corridor, and went up the stairs to the second floor.

"The doctor said Zhou'er needs more sun exposure to help him recover, so we moved him to the yard over here."

Jiang Fugui looked around as he walked. This courtyard had plenty of light, which was indeed more conducive to Mu Qingzhou absorbing yang energy and regulating his body.

Having received the message earlier, the nanny and servant in charge of taking care of Mu Qingzhou were already waiting at the door of the wing room. When they saw Mu Ning and Jiang Fugui, they immediately stepped forward to greet them.

At this moment, Jiang Fugui could already smell the strong aroma of Chinese medicinal soup all around him, and the air was also filled with a bitter taste.

In fact, she could probably guess some of Mu Qingzhou's condition, but when she followed Mu Ning into the room and saw Mu Qingzhou lying on the bed, she was still a little scared.

Mu Qingzhou was lying on the bed with his eyes sunken and closed, his face pale without a trace of blood, and his body was like a dead tree. The small man looked completely lifeless. He was even much thinner than when Jiang Fugui rescued him on the street half a month ago.

"How long has Mu Qingzhou been like this?"

"After returning from Fengluo City, Zhou'er fell ill. It was very severe, and he couldn't eat much. Within two days, he became noticeably thinner."

As she spoke, Mu Ning's eyes turned red and her voice was choked with sobs.

As a mother, she felt a pain in her heart as if a knife was cutting her heart as she watched her youngest son becoming thinner and thinner.

Then Jiang Fugui asked again: "Did the doctor we called tell us what the complications are?"

Mu Ning shook her head, trying hard to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes. "I've consulted several doctors, but they can't find the cause. They can only use herbal soups to replenish qi and refresh the mind, and hold on to his energy by taking ginseng. But, in the past two days, Zhou'er's lucid time has become shorter and shorter, and his breathing has become much weaker..."

The more she spoke, the more heartbroken she felt. Finally, Mu Ning couldn't hold back her tears.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and continued, "In the meantime, I vaguely remembered that when we were in Fengluo City, the Second Young Lady sent someone to look for us. I thought that the Second Young Lady might have a way to save Zhou'er, so I discussed it with my mother and the master, and found a suitable and difficult-to-discover excuse to quietly invite the Second Young Lady over. The letter was indeed delivered a little suddenly, and we were unsure, fearing that the Second Young Lady would not want to come..."

"So, you let Steward Mu stay in Fengluo City and wait for news personally?"

This situation was pretty much what Jiang Fugui had expected: "Actually, you guys are also taking a gamble. If it works, that's great; if it doesn't, you can just give up."

Mu Ning nodded and replied, "That's true, but I didn't expect that Old Lady Jiang would have to go through so much trouble."

"Grandmother understands. Aunt Ning, don't blame yourself too much. It just took some time on the road and was delayed for a long time." Jiang Fugui took Mu Ning's hand, gently held it and patted it, and asked, "Aunt Ning, does Mu Qingzhou have any personal ornaments? The kind he's worn since birth?"