Chapter 267 Sequence
Xia Meng walked over and sat on a wooden chair in front of the red curtain.
The wooden bed frame is wide, but the carving is very delicate. It is painted with dark patterns, and the characters come alive in their eyes with every frown and smile.
The outstretched hand, palm upward, rested its wrist on a piece of jade lotus root rolled in silk cloth. Two mandarin ducks playing in the water were embroidered with gold and silver colored threads on the silk cloth.
Plain white wrists, long and slender fingers, beautiful nails that are meticulously groomed, and light cyan blood vessels on the wrists are faintly visible. These are a pair of very beautiful hands.
Xia Meng took a slow breath. In her eyes, such a hand should belong to a woman.
She raised her head and stared at the figure behind the curtain. Although the distance was extremely close, the fallen curtain was like a barrier, blocking her prying eyes.
Lifting up the curtain, she could get a closer look, but she didn't dare.
Learning from the ancients' pulse diagnosis movements, she put her fingers on the wrist of this hand. It felt slightly cold to the touch, but part of the reason should be that she was nervous.
A weak pulse ran along her fingertips, giving her some comfort.
"Master Huang," she asked in a calm voice: "Your pulse is relatively weak, and you haven't had a good rest recently?"
A moment later——
"Seeing her rise from a tall building, good things often go wrong. Miao, how many beauties have mismatched couples. It’s hard to force a wife’s fate, how many happy relationships will last forever?”
A dramatic voice sounded, and almost immediately, Xia Meng confirmed that this voice was the voice of opera singers coming from the lake last night. Because it's the same sadness and resentment, the same weirdness.
If it is true that Mr. Huang is crazy according to what Butler Zhou said, then it is normal that the questions asked are not answered. Anyway, this mission cannot really use medical skills to treat him.
Even if they can cure diseases, they can only cure heart diseases.
After calming down, Xia Meng continued to ask: "Master Huang, do you still keep the prescription we prescribed for you last time?"
"How many Luanhuang pills are there? How many purple swallows and yellow orioles call Tao by mistake? Mr. Hui double cultivates. Asking God, it’s hard to bear the sudden flutter.”
Now Xia Meng understood why everyone looked confused. No matter what he asked, the other party just said. Lyrics response, no useful information can be obtained at all.
Although she couldn't tell the origin of these lyrics, she could still hear some of the general meaning. They all meant separation between men and women.
Come to think of it, this Young Master Huang is still a love interest.
After thinking for a while, she quickly stood up and said to Mr. Huang who was motionless: "Master Huang, take a good rest. I will leave first."
Wait until she walked quickly When I walked to the stairs, the lyrics behind me rang again, this time more resentful than before. "But if we have a son of the same heart, die in the same hole, and live in the same body, we will join the branches and share the grave, and my heart will be happy if we share the grave."
Xia Meng immediately quickened her pace and left, almost as if she was running away. She keenly felt that the opera had reached its climax, and more importantly, the mood of the opera singer had also changed.
From sadness and resentment to hysteria.
It wasn't until she left completely that the feeling of depression that enveloped her heart disappeared. Master Huang's lyrics seemed to have a strange magic power, and every word seemed to place a stone in her heart.
It’s very uncomfortable.
It seems that things are more complicated than she thought. The costumes may be just a gimmick. It only determines the order. The real fatal thing is the lyrics.
Perhaps when the drama reaches its climax, the player standing in front of Master Huang will be in danger.
It is unknown whether Master Huang will turn into a ghost.
Judging from the situation just now, the situation is no longer optimistic. Young Master Huang may run away at any time. As the next person walked down the stairs, she raised her head and saw a figure in a white costume swaying over.
It's Jiang Cheng
"Uh-huh." He hummed quietly as he passed by Xia Meng.
"He can't die now," Xia Meng secretly clenched her fists and thought to herself: "Although this person has a very bad character and is shameless, he has very good skills and brains. For this time She prepared three trump cards in total, and Jiang Cheng was one of them."
"It would be perfect if he could die together with the crimson man," Xia Meng stared at his back and disappeared up the stairs. The end.
But just when Xia Meng was about to turn around and leave, the footsteps sounded again, and they were very brisk. A moment later, Jiang Cheng ran down the stairs "kick, kick, kick".
Less than 10 seconds before and after.
"What are you doing?" Xia Meng opened her eyes slightly.
The rest of the people looked at Jiang Cheng as if he had seen a ghost.
“Master Huang, let’s talk about the next one,” Jiang Cheng yelled before slipping back into the crowd without even introducing himself.
"Mr. Hao," An Xuan looked at Jiang Cheng, his expression was surprisingly bad, and his tone was the same, as cold as a different person, "Have you forgotten something?"
"Hao Shuai," Jiang Cheng He poked his head out from behind and said, "My name is Hao Shuai. I am a model. I currently work at KTV. Ban Gao."
"Okay, okay," An Xuan waved his hand, "That's it."
Now everyone looked at Jiang Cheng with relief, he couldn't be. It's a ghost. No ghost can talk like that. If there is one, they will admit it even to death.
The next person in Jiangcheng was Qin Jian. Probably because of the way he was dressed, he was particularly unsure of himself and almost fell down when he walked up the stairs.
Jiang Cheng squinted and stared at Qin Jian's back, something flashed in his eyes.
The fat man seemed to see something. He first looked at Qin Jian, then turned his head and pretended to look at the doctor casually. A special feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.
About a few minutes later, Qin Jian walked down tremblingly.
But after going downstairs, he still managed to put on a smile. After answering the question about his identity, he immediately walked back to the crowd.
He seems to be particularly afraid of being left alone.
The next person after Qin Jian is Chen Qiang.
It can be seen that Chen Qiang is quite nervous. One of his hands is holding the hem of his white shirt, and even pulling the clothes out of shape, but his face is very determined.
It seems like a soldier who is about to go to the battlefield at the next moment.
Under everyone's gaze, he slowly exhaled, then walked out of the crowd and walked towards the stairs.
"Young Master is tired, all the doctors will leave today." The middle-aged woman who had been quiet for a long time suddenly said.
Chen Qiang's body suddenly paused, and then he started to tremble slightly. The fat man saw this and breathed a sigh of relief for the young man.
On the way back, the middle-aged woman led the way from a distance, and the others just had the opportunity to gather together to discuss what had just happened.
"That young master is too evil," the teacher Liao Zhi muttered in a low voice as he walked away: "Lying there as if he had no bones, I couldn't understand a word of what he was singing, and I couldn't understand a word of what he was singing. I didn’t dare to listen, but the tune was exactly the same as last night!”< br>
“But it’s good to be sure that the young master is a human being,” he comforted himself and said, “Being a human being is better than anything else.”
“Lying there?” Xia Meng suddenly turned around, “ Isn’t he sitting?”(End of Chapter)