Secret Agent Crazy Concubine: Pampering the Crown Three Palaces

Chapter 513: You Don’t Talk About White Heads (2)

Recently, people in Jiangnan have noticed that many doctors are hurriedly gathering towards a house.Moreover, many doctors are very famous.

He always entered the courtyard very quickly, and then went out shaking his head after a while, keeping secrets about the patient's condition.

People began to wonder, what kind of big man is the patient living in the house, who can call so many doctors to treat one person.

In the courtyard, the butler led the old doctor, who had fallen home, into the courtyard in a hurry.

"My lord, Dr. Liu is here." The old housekeeper thought for a while, and then said, "Young master is here too."

Apart from Luo Hanyi who can be called the son of the Luo family, only Luo Luo can be called the young master.in this era.It's not unusual for someone with a name to be called a son.

However, directly addressing a person as son shows great respect.

Luo Hanyi is one of the three sons, so he is naturally qualified to be called the son alone.Although Luo Luo is not very old, he is also an outstanding figure in the new generation, and everyone calls him a little prince.

"It's not surprising that he's here. If you hear the news, it's strange that he doesn't come."

Luo Hanyi didn't put down the book, but waved his hand to tell the housekeeper to leave.

When Luo Luo came, he must have gone straight to Nangong Liangyue's room to see how Nangong Liangyue was doing.It's a pity that Luo Luo might be disappointed this time, Nangong Liangyue hasn't woken up since that day.

The well-known doctors who were invited all said that the heart disease was difficult to cure, this was Nangong Liangyue's unwillingness to wake up.

It was still light rain outside the window, pattering down, beating on the eaves, making Luo Hanyi's heart unable to calm down.

I flipped through a few pages of the book irritably, but couldn't read it.

Simply got up.

"Son..."

Luo Hanyi's personal servant took an umbrella for Luo Hanyi, and then followed Luo Hanyi out the door.

Walking in the rain-sheltered corridor, looking at the fragrance of the garden, I didn't feel that the plum blossoms that were happy in the past were blooming enchantingly and passionately.On the contrary, there was a sense of desolation.

Luo Hanyi watched, feeling even more irritable.

He took the oil-paper umbrella from the servant, opened it, stepped on the rain, and hurried to Nangong Liangyue's small courtyard.

The small courtyard is still full of people coming and going, but there is no trace of coldness.The doctors went in with a smile, and came out with a mournful face.

However, there was a man who leaned against the wall in the rain without an umbrella.

(End of this chapter)