The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

When Xue Shaoqing arrived, Shen Moyan was in a semi-comatose state, and the white shirt he was wearing was also mixed with blood and sweat. It looked really scary. He subconsciously reached out to touch the man in front of him, but he was tortured to the point where he was mutilated. body, his palms froze in the air for a long while and could not fall down after all.

He naturally knew that this was a warning from his mother, and he even gave a little warning as the mistress of the Xue family. If he hadn't been rushed back today with the news in advance, this flesh and blood suffering would not have ended so easily.

Xue Shaoqing didn't dare to urge people to call the doctor with great fanfare, so she could only tell the maid outside the house to go quickly to see why the doctor didn't come. She hurriedly paced back and forth in the room, and personally took a basin of warm water to wipe the sweat on Shen Moyan's forehead.

After half a stick of incense, the doctor came running in a hurry, gasping for breath with his old body, and before taking a break to drink some water, he was pulled up to the bedside to check the injury.

The old doctor is also quite experienced. When he saw this man, he was confused. He knew in his heart that the wound must be inflamed after being pulled, and he might die. He immediately opened his medicine box nervously, and greeted the maidservants. Maid, quickly cut off the clothes and trousers of the man, but be careful when you start.

After a few people were busy with their work, when the wounds were all exposed to the air, even the servant who was five pounds and three pounds couldn't hold back his breath. Even the thighs were torn apart, several places were torn and not disinfected in time, and pus and blood had appeared mixed with sweat at the moment.

Xue Shaoqing was standing behind them, even though he was in front of others, he could still see clearly, his body trembled slightly, his face was solemn and no emotion could be seen, but the clenched fist in his sleeve was slightly convulsed , took a few steps back and then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress the thoughts in his chest.

"Master," the old doctor came over respectfully, bowed before saying, "This man already has a high fever, and the wound that should be suppurated is also suppurated. The old man can only do his best, whether he can survive it depends Look at what God means, I will tell you clearly first, so that there will be no troubles."

Xue Shaoqing glanced at him, didn't say much, just waved his hands and said calmly: "You try your best to save people, you must survive, you and I will have a hard time when you die, and it will be the same in the future."

The words were not rushed, if the old doctor hadn't been far enough away from him, he could hardly hear the cruelty between his lips and teeth, he was so startled that he broke into a cold sweat, he didn't dare to say a word, he turned around after bowing Go continue to heal Shen Moyan.

The festering wounds had to be opened, and the old doctor used a needle to heat them up and pierce them one by one. When he really felt the pain, the man would frown slightly and hum in a daze, but his cheeks had already turned pale. Like a dying person.

While looking at these pus spots, the old doctor observed Shen Moyan's reaction. He was afraid that someone would accidentally throw it on his back. Fortunately, God opened his eyes and there was no big problem. Then he took out some medicine powder, but When I first got started, I felt that it was inappropriate, so I had to turn my head and say to the servant: "Can you write wine for the old man."

"Wine?" The servant was also a little confused for a moment, he turned his head to look at Xue Shaoqing's face, and only waited for the other party to nod before answering: "Okay, then you wait." After speaking, he hurriedly ran to get the wine.

Taking advantage of this spare time, the old doctor asked Shen Moyan to support him first, and washed away the pus and blood on the wound with hot water. After the wine was brought, he only asked the people on both sides to grasp the wound firmly, and he himself All the wine was poured, and there were heart-piercing screams in the room.

Xue Shaoqing stood by the bed from the beginning to the end. When she couldn't bear to see the tragic scenes, she just closed her eyes slightly and turned her head. Ever since Shen Moyan came on stage, all the young and old in the Litang Garden had to give to the man. Three-point thin noodles, fine clothes and jade food for nearly two years, but now he has come to this end because of himself... His eyes are scarlet... Afraid of being seen, he has to turn his back... Try to calm yourself Calm.....

Just at this time, a little maid trotted in from outside the door, glanced at the bloody healing scene, hurriedly buried her head in front of him and said, "Young master, the old lady invites you to go to the ancestral hall."

"Understood. Let's go down." Xue Shaoqing had known about this incident, and all the big and small things in Xue's mansion had to be passed under the nose of the mistress. She has been here for an hour, so it should be good for arrest and interrogation it's time.

He already had an idea in his mind, and he didn't want to struggle with his mother. He only gave a few instructions to the doctor and then walked towards the ancestral hall. Since he was 16 years old, he has always been in charge of the family, no matter how difficult the business is. In the end, it will save the day.

But now, for the first time in his adult life, he felt a sense of the absurdity of gambling, the sweat in his palms seemed very sticky, and his chest was inexplicably flustered.

Heh, he looked down at his palm, thought it was really ridiculous, brushed off his sleeves and stepped into the old ancestral hall.

Mrs. Xue had been waiting there for a long time, and she knew from her posture that today would not be easy. Xue Shaoqing was self-aware, and she had already made up her mind about what to do. "Thump, thump," knocked his head three times in a row.

"That's right, you also know how to kowtow to your ancestors." Madam Xue twisted up three sticks of incense, bowed and lit the candles slowly, her face was so calm that there was almost no ups and downs.

"Mother, I know I'm wrong. Please let Shen Moyan go." Xue Shaoqing said straight to the point, kneeling upright in the ancestral hall, with a solemn face: "I took the initiative to provoke him, and I arranged for him to come in to recuperate. You Just punish me if you want to punish him, and killing him is really not good."

"Hmph." Mrs. Xue glanced at her son, and snorted coldly through her nose: "You are helping him to speak, things that are neither male nor female can't be put on the stage, and you don't mind dirtying the threshold of Xue's mansion." After finishing speaking, she closed her eyes and bowed devoutly to the ancestors three times, and inserted the incense into the altar.

"It's my fault. No matter what, he can't enter the door of Xue's mansion again. I just ask you to let him out, and I will do what you want." Xue Shaoqing said without changing his expression, just like He didn't feel uncomfortable about it at all, and even hooked the corners of his lips and added: "After all, I'm tired of him too, and your coming here also gave me a good excuse to send him away."

Although Mrs. Xue was a little skeptical, she nodded after a while and said earnestly: "It's best if you think so. The family business of several generations of the Xue family cannot be ruined in your hands. Everything must be done on the appearance of the Xue mansion. You should understand. "

"Shaoqing understands." Xue Shaoqing kowtowed heavily, lifted the front of his robe and stood up, lowered his head and bowed to his mother, and said calmly: "Then I'll go see if his injury is better, and send someone immediately Go to Liyuantang to pick him up."

"Okay, then you go." Mrs. Xue didn't want to worry about it anymore, took out the Buddhist beads and knelt in front of the ancestral tablet, and recited the Buddha's name by herself.

Xue Shaoqing exited the ancestral hall in response, and the last trace of blood on his face disappeared immediately. He had unknowingly pinched a few blood marks into his hands with his nails. He didn't dare to stay any longer.

Life and death in the future are uncertain, he just wants Shen Moyan to live well, well, and live without any worries.