The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 344 Mainland
Yan Sanhe was mentally prepared to be interrogated, so while on the carriage, she asked Pei Yu for some medical knowledge.

Who knew that the two guards didn't ask any questions at all. After nodding to Pei Yu, they let them in.

"Mr. Pei, why don't you check?"

"Don't even look at who brought them!"

Pei Yu finished his pride and turned to look at her: "But you have to pass the next step by yourself. That person doesn't look at the face of the monk, the face of the Buddha, or anyone else."

Just as he was talking, the man was already in front of him.

He is about fifty years old, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, looks ordinary, and is dressed inconspicuously. He stands at the door of the yard with his hands behind his back, and his expression is indifferent.

"That man's name is Lu Da, he is the steward of the Lu Mansion."

Pei Yu rolled his eyes silently, "I don't have many people under my control, so I have a bad temper."

Yan Sanhe whispered: "Are he and Lu Shi related?
"Ghost knows!"

Pei Yu stepped forward and nodded to Manager Lu.

Manager Lu glanced at Yan Sanhe and said, "Mr. Pei, this is..."

"I took in the female medical child and brought her out to see the world."

Manager Lu's face was ugly, "Mr. Pei, my master doesn't have much worldly experience for your medical boy to see."

"Why not?"

Imperial Physician Pei sneered: "A case of typhoid fever has not been cured after more than half a month of treatment. What a terrible world it is."

Yan Sanhe took a step forward and was about to salute and speak when Dr. Pei stretched out his hand and pushed her back.

"What's the matter, do you look down on my female doctor? To tell you the truth, she can even cure the dead."

Yan Sanhe: "..."

Didn't you agree to let her go through this level on her own? Why didn't she even let her say anything?
Manager Lu looked at Yan Sanhe up and down for a long time before nodding.

This is let go?

Yan Sanhe quickly lowered his eyebrows and bowed to Manager Lu.

How to salute him? It is only right to salute your master.

Pei Yu came up arrogantly and said, "Little Yanzi, hold on."

Xiao Yanzi quickly stepped forward to hold Pei Yu's arm and said respectfully: "Master, be careful where you step."

"Ok!"

Master proudly stepped across the threshold.

After this experience, Yan Sanhe came to the conclusion that Mr. Pei's hard-spoken and soft-hearted problem was also inherited from his biological father.

She pinched Pei Yu's arm gently: Master, thank you.

Master Pei didn't even blink.

Thank you, I really can't help you later, it depends on your own fate!
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Houses where seriously ill people live almost all have one characteristic: they are not ventilated, the air is dirty, and there is a peculiar smell in the room.

But the room in front of me is not only not dark, stuffy, or filthy, but rather refreshing.

Yan Sanhe's eyes immediately fell on the two wide open windows, and unexpectedly found a beauty vase on the windowsill with two osmanthus flowers in the vase.

This man is actually a bit more leisurely and elegant than Mr. Tang on the mountain.

At this time, Pei Yu had already walked to the bed, lifted up his clothes and sat down, "Master Lu, please reach out, and I will take your pulse."

Yan Sanhe put down the medical kit and quietly looked over.

As soon as she moved, her breathing stopped suddenly.

This is an extremely old man with loose white hair, sunken eye sockets, and droopy eyelids that cover his entire eyes.

Because of her thinness, her cheeks are deeply sunken, making her cheekbones unusually high; her lips are so thin that they are almost invisible.

Yan Sanhe met Lu Shi once when he raided Ji's house. He didn't have much memory, but it seemed that he was not that old at that time.

Is this the man Tang Zhiwei likes?

But apart from being old, she couldn't see anything special about him, not even half of Master Tang's charm.Perhaps Yan Sanhe's gaze was too hot. Lu Shi, who had closed his eyes and let Pei Yu feel his pulse, suddenly opened his eyes.

As soon as these cloudy eyes opened, Yan Sanhe's heart skipped a beat and he quickly looked away.

The dark light in his eyes was so sharp that it was not diminished by the pain at all, and even made people dare not look directly at it.

This kind of sharpness is not quite the same as the sharpness shown in Xie Dao's eyes when he first met him.

Xie Daozhi's sharpness is the sharpness of a superior to a subordinate;

But this one...

It's the kind of sharpness that makes you invisible.

After Lu Shi glanced at him, he quickly closed his eyes, but Yan Sanhe clearly saw his brows frown slightly.

At this time, Pei Yu had finished diagnosing his pulse. He touched his sparse beard and muttered: "Master Lu's illness..."

"It'll be fine soon."

Lu Shi still had his eyes closed: "Imperial Physician Lao Pei told your Majesty that I will be able to go to court in three days."

After hearing this sentence, Pei Yu almost burst into tears.

My mother, the black gauze hat on her head is saved.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lu, I am finally cured of my illness. I will..."

Imperial Physician Pei glanced at Yan Sanhe with his peripheral vision and changed the topic, "Go outside and make a recipe for Master Lu. Disciple, you can watch over Master Lu here for Master."

"Yes!"

"Steward Lu, Mo Mo." Pei Yu glanced at Lu Da and wanted to send him out.

"Master Pei, do it yourself."

Manager Lu looked at Yan Sanhe coldly with his eagle eyes.

Yan Sanhe immediately understood that Manager Lu was worried about strangers staying in Lu Shi's room.

She quickly glanced at Pei Yu and motioned for him to go outside first.

Pei Yu had no choice but to turn around and go outside.

No matter how hard you work on a recipe, at Pei Yu's level, the time it takes to make a cup of tea is unparalleled.

In other words.

Yan Sanhe only had time to talk to Lu Shi over a cup of tea, and he had to do it under the nose of Manager Lu.

How to speak?
Is it a straightforward approach, or a roundabout way?
Yan Sanhe only took a breath to make a decision.

She turned around and looked at Manager Lu, "My name is Yan Sanhe, and my true identity was invited by Shuiyue Temple in the western suburbs..."

Before he finished speaking, a big hand grabbed Yan Sanhe's neck at an extremely fast speed.

Yan Sanhe was suffocated instantly, his face flushed, and he couldn't say even a single word.

Miscalculated!
This steward actually knows how to use his hands and feet. It is impossible for a normal person to act so quickly.

The hands around her neck tightened tighter and tighter, Yan Sanhe's feet gradually lifted off the ground, and her vision went dark, but she did not struggle, letting the big, plier-like hand swallow up the last bit of air in her lungs.

She is gambling.

I bet she was brought in by Pei Yu;

I bet Manager Lu wouldn't dare kill anyone in front of Pei Yu, who was across the wall.

"Ada!"

With a low cry, the hand on his neck suddenly loosened, and Yan Sanhe fell to the ground, covering his neck in pain and coughing.

Every cough seemed to be shaken out of the chest. Pei Yu's scalp felt numb when he heard it outside, and he rushed in straight away.

"Yan Sanhe, you..."

"get out!"

Yan Sanhe swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva and scolded: "You have nothing to do here!"

(End of this chapter)