Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

What interrupted Jiang Lingxi's silent gratitude was an account that had almost accumulated dust in her friend list.

[Sister Xixi, are you free now? Grandpa wants to say a few words to you. 】

Jiang Lingxi clicked on the other person's profile picture and looked at it for several seconds before typing a reply: [I'm free. 】

The next second, the video application was sent.

Jiang Lingxi quickly sat upright on the recliner, quickly checked her clothes, and then clicked the call.

An old face suddenly appeared on the screen.

"Old Xu."

"Miss Jiang, long time no see."

"Indeed, it has been almost eight months since I last asked you to prescribe medicine to take care of my body."

"Are you taking your medicine seriously?"

Jiang Lingxi nodded seriously, "Yes. Are you asking me for a follow-up consultation?"

Even she herself didn't believe this question.

After all, it has been more than half a year, how can it be so long before follow-up consultations.

But if there were other reasons, she really couldn't think of them.

"Then let me tell you straight, I want to see your hand, to be precise, the back of your hand."

Jiang Lingxi paused for a moment with the hand holding the phone, and then raised the hand with the Buddhist beads in front of her, "Is this..."

"I just took a look at Xingyuan's cell phone and saw the car commercial you took. My old man guessed that the lines on your hands are not tattoos, right? And these Buddhist beads should be, too. Isn’t it just for decoration?”

The two looked at each other silently across the screen for a few seconds before Jiang Lingxi smiled and said, "What do you see, sir?"

"To be honest with Miss Jiang," Xu Maochun sighed, with a bit of bitterness on his face, "I suddenly approached Miss Jiang this time out of selfish motives."

"Xingyuan's father was also a very good doctor back then. I planned to pass on the mantle to him. But he had an accident eight years ago. When the police found him, on his exposed skin, It’s the same pattern as the back of Miss Jiang’s hand, no, the color is much darker. But until the final decision was made, I couldn’t find out how the pattern appeared. But I always felt that this pattern might be the key. In addition to He was trying to cure diseases and save people, so he was quietly studying it in his home laboratory. Until," he paused and cleared his choking throat, "until I saw your hands. It was so similar that I couldn't help it."

"Then Xingyuan's father?"

"After that accident, everyone disappeared. Xingyuan hasn't seen his father yet."

"Well, Mr. Xu, let's make an appointment to talk in person."

Although she suspected that this was something Wu Hua had done during her lifetime, she had a hard time saying this through the Internet.

"Okay, okay, Miss Jiang is in the Imperial Capital now. I am also in the Imperial Capital. I am available at any time. It depends on whether you come to me or I go to you. I can do either."

Jiang Lingxi could understand the old man's impatience.

The child he had high hopes for died unexpectedly, but as a doctor, he could not even determine the cause of his death. He has been searching silently for eight years without giving up, until now he finally saw a possible clue.

"I'll go see you. Give me your address. I'll be free in the afternoon."

"Okay, okay, after hanging up the video, I will ask Xingyuan to send you the location and location. How about I send a driver to pick you up?"

"No need to bother, I'll drive there."

"Then I'll wait for Miss Jiang to come over."

But on the way to the Xu family's car, there was another person on the way out.

Jiang Lingxi glanced at Shen Yunqing, who took the co-pilot's seat consciously, "Mr. Xu must be fine. I met him by chance when I was recording the show when I first came here. He even prescribed me medicine to take care of my health."

Shen Yunqing nodded: "Yes. But eight years after his son died unexpectedly, he still hasn't given up on tracing the cause. This old gentleman has a deep obsession. I'm afraid he will be very excited to see you."

Especially since His Majesty still has those lines on his hands, but he is still alive and well.

The son of Mr. Xu is already dead. Thinking about it this way, as a relative, I am afraid that deep down in my heart I will feel unwilling.

Jiang Lingxi finally got Shen Yunqing together.

Half an hour later, she parked the car at the entrance of the Xu family courtyard.

When he turned around, he saw the grandfather and grandson already waiting at the entrance of the courtyard. They must have been waiting for a while.

She opened the door and got out of the car, "Mr. Xu."

"Miss Jiang is here." Xu Maochun took his grandson's hand and greeted him. When he saw Shen Yunqing getting out of the passenger seat, he said, "Mr. Shen?"

Shen Yunqing: "Doctor Xu."

Jiang Lingxi stood in the middle and looked at the two of them, "Do you know each other? Wait, I remembered it. When He Zhu was being interrogated by me once, he mentioned that you had found a doctor Xu to regulate your body. Could it be Mr. Xu? ?”

Shen Yunqing: "..."

He nodded silently.

"It seems that the two of us are quite in tune with each other. We both asked Mr. Xu to take care of our health."

Even if Xu Maochun didn't know about the relationship between Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing before, he found out about it now through the conversation between the two.

"you two……"

Jiang Lingxi took Shen Yunqing's hand, smiled and nodded at the old man.

That's the relationship you guessed.

"Please come in quickly!"

Xu Maochun accepted it well. After all, when two people stand together, everyone will feel that they are a perfect match, and neither one will take away the glory of the other person.

However, Xu Xingyuan couldn't help but raise his head and look at Shen Yunqing a few more times, and finally had to admit silently that this person did look better than Wei Ke.

Looking at Sister Xixi taking the initiative to hold Mr. Shen's hand, it can be seen that she likes him very much. It seems that Wei Ke has no chance at all.

The Xu family's courtyard is a courtyard with three entrances.

The moment you enter, you receive guests as well as visiting patients.

You can smell the obvious smell of Chinese medicine when you come in.

The second entrance is for living, and the third entrance is for warehouse.

But this time, Xu Maochun first let his grandson go to the study room curtain, and then took Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing directly to the third entrance.

"No one is allowed to come here without my permission. Everyone in the family knows this rule of mine. It was inconvenient for Miss Jiang to say it in the video before, so I need to trouble you to clarify my old man's doubts."

Jiang Lingxi took the Buddhist beads on her wrist in her hand, "Mr. Xu can see that the Buddhist beads are not just for decoration, and there should be some progress in the research on this thing."

Xu Maochun nodded and handed over a notebook with frayed edges. "Here are my research notes. I have always wanted to understand what is causing these lines on people, so... I did some experiments. .”

Jiang Lingxi opened the notebook, read a few pages and then looked up at the gray-haired old man, "I would like to ask, the body of Xingyuan's father..."

"I have been keeping it secretly. Although he was buried in peace, his death was unclear. Even if he was buried, how could he be buried in peace? Later, the research hit a bottleneck, and I even tried metaphysics that I thought were illusory in the past, and unexpectedly discovered that some things really work. , such as the peach wood sword that represents righteousness, and another example is the Buddhist beads that have been blessed by the monks like Miss Jiang."

Jiang Lingxi closed her notebook, turned her head and looked at Shen Yunqing.

It's true that Mr. Xu's obsession is really deep.

A man secretly kept his son's body for eight years. No ordinary person could do that.

"I would also like to take the liberty to ask, how did you preserve it?"

"Freezing. Before freezing, I drew some of his blood, which was used in experiments later. Miss Jiang, don't worry, I didn't shed a drop of that blood. I still know the importance of this."