famous moon

Chapter 930
The imperial doctor from the palace came. It was really a happy event for the second lady. She quickly got up, "Master, hurry up and take the imperial doctor to Fu'er's room. Fuer is saved."

Lin Qingfu was fainting on the bed at the moment, she was blind in one eye, and she was already half-dead, and now she was almost only half-lived, and she had a high fever all the time.

The imperial doctor looked at her appearance, then checked her pulse, and sighed, "Master Lin, Ling Qianjin is probably dying, so prepare for the funeral."

"Ah..." The second lady fell to the ground when she heard this. Fortunately, Fang Zhixing supported her, "I beg you, imperial doctor, please save Fu'er."

"Second Madam," the imperial doctor sighed, "It's not that I don't want to save her, it's just that there's nothing I can do. The fatal thing about Lingqianjin is not her eyes. Blindness is just a disability, but it's her that kills her." disease."

"Sick?" The second lady was stunned, she tremblingly said: "Is my Fu'er really sick?"

"Well, it's a serious illness. Why, don't you usually notice it?"

"No, she has been in poor health, sickly, but the doctor in the mansion didn't say anything, just said two days ago, so I invited you here."

The second lady said, with tears in her eyes, her Fu'er, is she really going to die?
Lin Zhenyun felt very sad when he heard this, and when he saw Lin Qingfu's appearance, he felt even more sad, "Fu'er, Dad can't save you, why is your life so miserable?"

The imperial doctor tidied up the medicine box, "Lord Lin, the lowly position is really helpless, even if the imperial doctor Lin came, he is powerless, terminally ill, and there is no cure."

As he said that, he sighed, glanced at Lin Qingfu who was no longer in shape, turned and left with regret.

The moment he turned around, his eyes fell on a painting on the wall, "Master Lin, when did this painting hang here?"

Lin Zhenyun shook his head, this is Lin Qingfu's boudoir, as a father, he rarely enters his daughter's boudoir.

The second lady said: "It seems that it has been hung for a long time, it was painted by Fu'er herself."

The imperial doctor came to the front, looked carefully, and then scraped lightly with a twig, "There seems to be something wrong with this painting."

Lin Zhenyun was taken aback and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Look at this, why is there a lot of white powder on the trunk of this plum tree? It looks like mold."

Lin Zhenyun followed what the imperial doctor pointed to, and there was indeed a lot of white powder, like a layer of frost on the tree.

Lin Zhenyun's heart suddenly trembled, "Is there something wrong?"

"Of course, this kind of thing is poisonous. If I'm not mistaken, this is Nian Nujiao, which is similar to Hedinghong, but a hundred times more poisonous than Hedinghong."

"Ah..." Both the second lady and Lin Zhenyun's eyes widened, especially the second lady could hardly stand and almost fell to the ground, she said in pain: "Oh my God, my Fu'er !"

Lin Zhenyun hurriedly said: "Then it's Fu'er's illness..."

The imperial doctor came to Lin Qingfu's side again, took her pulse carefully and said: "She is not sick, she is poisoned!"

(End of this chapter)