Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

In the specially opened basement.

Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing looked at Xu Zhiyi lying flat in the freezing device through a thick glass.

Looking over, I thought the man was just asleep, except that his face and exposed skin were a little pale.

But precisely because his skin was pale and devoid of blood, it made the purple-black lines under his skin look even more ferocious.

"You are the only two people besides me who have met Zhiyi in the past eight years."

"Don't worry, Mr. Xu," Jiang Lingxi looked away and nodded slightly towards Xu Maochun, "We won't mention it to anyone when we get out of here."

"Actually, at my age, even if someone comes and calls me a lunatic after knowing what I've done, I won't care much. However, Xingyuan is still young, and I don't want to put this matter on his shoulders."

"I understand." Jiang Lingxi walked forward again, almost leaning against the glass partition wall. After observing more carefully, she nodded lightly under Xu Maochun's breathless waiting eyes, "Those things on Mr. Xu's body The texture is indeed very similar to what it was on the back of my hand."

"That……"

"The lines on the back of my hand are from accidentally getting someone's blood on me."

"Blood? Blood again! Is the other person's blood poisonous or something else? Who did Zhiyi come into contact with during his lifetime?" Xu Maochun frowned, "Miss Jiang, the person you are talking about..."

"Dead." Jiang Lingxi's eyebrows were cold, "That man did many evil things, so he died cleanly."

It is really clean, and there is only a strange heart left in the whole body.

Xu Maochun couldn't help but trance, and murmured again: "Dead, actually dead!"

Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing looked at each other, and after the old man calmed down, he asked softly: "Does Mr. Xu know what caused Mr. Xu's accident?"

Only then did Xu Maochun come back from his trance and nodded, "Our Xu family has a tradition of setting aside one to three months every year to conduct free clinics in some remote places with insufficient medical conditions.

Zhiyi was going to a free clinic at that time. It was originally scheduled to be two months later, and he would be back just in time to catch up with Xingyuan's first birthday party. But a few days before he came back, he called me and told me that he had received a patient with strange symptoms, and his return was expected to be postponed.

I have also encountered this kind of thing. The patient's condition is more important. Once you receive a diagnosis, you must not give up halfway. But I didn't expect that that phone call would be the last phone call our father and son made. "

Xu Maochun's eyes were a little red when he said this. Seeing the two young people in front of him waiting quietly without any intention of urging him, he calmed down and continued.

"Then I received a call from the police, informing me to go... I rushed to the small town where he had a free clinic overnight, and saw him lying quietly on the bed like this. The whole town, including the patients he had treated , no one knows what happened to him."

"What about the patient he received who said his symptoms were strange?"

"Here's the suspicion. The police asked everyone who knew Zhiyi in the town. They all had no impression of this person, as if he didn't exist at all. The only one who knew..."

"That's really like her style."

"Who?" Xu Maochun felt his head tremble, "Zhiyi's patient? Does Miss Jiang mean that that person is Zhiyi's murderer?"

"No surprise," Jiang Lingxi nodded, "it should be her."

"Then, how did that person die? Does Miss Jiang know?"

“It’s your own fault, and those who harm others will ultimately harm themselves.”

Although the reply he got was still a bit vague, Xu Maochun vaguely guessed something and wisely did not ask any more questions. "It's too cold underground and staying there for a long time is not good for your health. Let's go up."

"Ah."

When Jiang Lingxi and Xu Maochun were talking, Shen Yunqing stood aside and listened quietly.

Only then did he suddenly say: "I saw that there seemed to be traces of sutures on Mr. Xu's heart."

Xu Maochun couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Shen Yunqing, "Mr. Shen has good eyesight. In fact, the cause of Zhiyi's death given by the police was a missing heart. But my own examination results showed that his heart was only taken away after his death. "

As for what the heart can be used for after it is removed, as a doctor, no one knows better than him.

Returning to the ground, Xu Maochun suddenly bowed lightly to Jiang Lingxi, "Miss Jiang came here specially. Not only did she listen to me, an old man, say so many words that I can only keep in my heart at ordinary times, but she also let me know that she had harmed Zhiyi. Those people have already suffered their retribution, and I feel much more relaxed, thank you!"

Jiang Lingxi quickly helped him up, "I know a person who can actually judge the cause of Mr. Xu's death better. That person is also a friend of Yun Qing and I. He also gave me the treatment method for the back of my hand. But he is not in China now. State. Or wait until he comes back..."

Before Jiang Lingxi could finish speaking, Xu Maochun nodded directly, "I can wait. I've been waiting for eight years, and I don't care about one or two months. Miss Jiang also knows my address. Just send me a message then. Just come over here."

"But I will also tell him about Mr. Xu. But don't worry, Mr. Xu, he is a monk and will not lie."

"it is good."

Returning from the third entrance to the second entrance, Xu Xingyuan, who was detained in the study to practice calligraphy, heard the noise and trotted out.

"Are Sister Xixi and Brother-in-law Xixi leaving now?"

Jiang Lingxi nodded. Thinking that Mr. Xu had said that the child's father died before he was one year old, she reached out and touched his head again, "Is there any improvement in calligraphy?"

Xu Xingyuan hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Even though the progress is not big, I also brought back Sister Xixi's words and posted them on the wall opposite the desk. Sister Xixi, do you want to take a look?"

Jiang Lingxi met the little guy's expectant eyes and finally nodded.

So a few people turned to the study room again.

Jiang Lingxi looked at the large characters Xu Xingyuan had just written, while Shen Yunqing walked to the word 'Yin' and looked at it for a while.

This should have been written by His Majesty not long after he woke up, with a hint of murderous aura that could not be concealed.

After all, he is someone who has just returned from the battlefield.

As for why the word "Yin" is written, it is naturally because the Yin Dynasty is the one that Your Majesty is most familiar with.

Jiang Lingxi briefly mentioned the shortcomings of Xu Xingyuan's current large calligraphy. When she raised her eyes, she saw Shen Yunqing stopping by the wall, looking at her inscription in trance.

She walked around the desk and walked over, "I originally wanted to introduce you to Mr. Xu, the doctor who regulates your body. I took the medicine he prescribed to regulate my body, but I didn't expect you to know him earlier than me."

"The Xu family's medical skills have a long history and are very famous."

Xu Maochun came back from making a pot of tea and happened to hear this sentence. He waved his hands hurriedly, "I didn't understand Mr. Shen's symptoms at the beginning, but I can't say that. But this time when I saw him, Mr. Shen's condition was much better than before. . If you don’t mind, can I check your pulse again?”

"Then thank you, Mr. Xu." Jiang Lingxi decisively held Shen Yunqing's wrist and handed it over.