The Lady's Sickly Husband

C79. Tong Zijing's Condition

Why did he ask such a question? Mo Qianxue was a little surprised. Rationalizing her thought, she answered honestly, "I'm not a doctor."

Even if she wanted the valley, she couldn't lie. If she was a doctor, the first person she wished to cure was Ning Shaoqing. Then she could stay at home every day, spend more time with him to grow love instead of running about in such bitter weather.

"Really? You don't know medicine? But I heard that you've saved the life of young lady Jian and cured old madam Jian's stroke."

"That, that's just first aid that I know a little about."

"I won't sell the valley."

"Uh?" Then why did he invite her back?

"However, if you can cure my son's illness, I can consider giving the valley to you as the reward."

Reward? The valley was as large as thousands of acres. She would be happy to rent it.

What a big gain! Then she could have a try. What if she happened to be able to cure him? A few years ago, in order to settle more businesses, she had read a lot of books about health and domestic medicine, so she was quite an expert, especially in diet therapy.

Although that was what in her mind, she couldn't spell that out but replied with modesty, "I really don't know medicine. I'm afraid I can't take the responsibility if your son's condition was worsened because of me."

"You haven't met him yet, how do you know that you can't help?"

"..." Mo Qianxue was dumb.

"However, you have to swear not to reveal what you will see to anyone if you can't cure him."

What strange disease that could be? Why so troublesome? She replied, "I shall not reveal what I'll see to anyone."

Since she promised so, Mr. Tong didn't say more and got up to headed outside.

Mo Qianxue hurriedly kept up.

Mr. Tong led the way in front to cross several corridors which boasted beautiful scenery, but Mo Qianxue didn't have the mood to enjoy it.

She was shocked. Usually there were loads of female servants in a noble family, yet, from the moment she first stepped into this mansion, all servants, either waiters, gardeners or guards, that she saw were males. There wasn't a single servant girl or nanny in the entire courtyard.

Then, after walking for a while, they came to a quiet and secluded yard whose door was closed.

The housekeeper pushed the door open when they could hear sounds of laughter and tearing clothes.

The deeper they went into the yard, the clearer the sound.

Mr. Tong walked on and stopped at the window where the noise was from.

"In there is my son. Take a look first."

Out of curiosity, Mo Qianxue leaned over to peek through the slit between windows.

A man wearing brocade clothes was sitting in the room and taking delight in tearing cloth.

He was tearing and laughing as if the sound of it gave him great satisfaction.

He looked around twenty years old, but his expression looked like that of a three-year-old child, innocent and ignorant!

In addition, there seemed to be something weird with him. By closer examination, he didn't look like a child, but he was indeed immersed in his own world.

Mo Qianxue was flustered. Without thinking much, she could tell from this man's laugh and tearing that he was ill mentally.

How should she know how to cure him? Alright, she came in vain.