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Wang Zhu said aggrievedly, "A-Si, I'm still your elder. Xinghe embarrassed me like this in front of outsiders, can't I even say a few words?"

"..."

Wen Qi endured it all, but finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Damn it, can you stop talking so much nonsense? I'm in a hurry, nobody's watching your show." Wen Qi pointed at Wang Zhu: "If you're blocking the treatment, you're probably up to something. Nobody's stupid."

"..."

Wang Zhu was stunned—

Wen Qi then looked at Wan Jiansi: "With your lack of courage, you dare to be in charge? You've almost ruined people, and you're still dragging your feet with this mistress."

Wan Jiansi: "..."

Wen Qi then looked at Su Xinghe: "Useless."

Su Xinghe: "..."

Wang Zhu realized what was happening and pointed at Wen Qi: "You..."

Wen Qi: "Your dad's."

Wang Zhu was furious.

"Are you going to treat me or not? My time is very tight. I haven't even seen the male model yet. I've come all this way for treatment, and you're all just nagging me." Wen Qi had been holding her breath ever since she entered the Su family's gate.

I kept my temper in check out of politeness.

They've put on quite a show here, their constant chatter is really annoying.

Su Xinghe smiled apologetically and said, "See, Miss Wen, don't be angry."

"Look, why aren't you leaving?"

"Walk!"

Wan Jiansi led Su Xinghe and Wen Qi to the old man's room.

Wang Zhu swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and followed the others into the room.

The room was filled with a rich aromatherapy scent.

Grandpa Su on the bed was convulsing violently, his limbs flailing uncontrollably.

The two servants beside him tried their best to hold him down, but they couldn't. His face turned red, and he was breathing so rapidly that he looked like he was about to suffocate.

Wan Jiansi rushed to the bedside and pressed down on the old man's flailing arm: "Grandpa, can you hear me?"

Su Xinghe stepped forward and gently cupped the old man's head in his hands.

The moment Wen Qi stepped into the room, her brows furrowed tightly.

The room appears to have a neat, traditional Chinese layout, which is quite sophisticated.

She walked around the room without making a sound, her gaze sweeping over the bedside decorations, the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and the green plants in the corner, before finally settling on the bed. She then slowly walked to Su Xinghe's side.

"So? Did you figure anything out?" Su Xinghe asked, turning around.

"I don't know what the Su family is up to. The person is about to die, and you're still babbling on and on. Who would believe you don't have something to hide?"

Wen Qi walked to the bedside, reached out and pried open the old man's eyes to take a look.

She touched behind his ear again.

The old man who was convulsing on the bed immediately calmed down, and his breathing became much more steady.

"What did you see? Is something dirty possessing you?" Su Xinghe asked quickly when he saw her frown.

Wen Qi withdrew her hand: "I'm trapped in a nightmare, with a vague sense of awareness, but I can't wake up no matter what I do."

Su Xinghe carefully observed the old man's condition.

"How did I get possessed by a nightmare?"

Wan Jiansi was astonished.

"In rural areas, we'd say you hit someone."

Wen Qi had lived in the countryside before and had seen a lot of people, mostly the elderly and children.

The child cried incessantly, while the elderly became somewhat dazed, uncomfortable, and fell into a deep sleep.

In short, the symptoms are mostly just discomfort.

"Hit someone?"

Wen Qi: "It's just some unclean thing that stays there and won't leave, that's all."

Peach branches are generally effective for children, but seeing that the old man's condition was quite serious, they weren't very effective.

The room's furnishings and layout also have significant problems.

Feng shui can nurture people, but it can also harm them.

"Then what should we do?" Wan Jiansi asked.