Joan is obviously trying to coax the woman. The story that the eldest lady was swept out of Duwei's house three months ago has long been heard in Taishi's house. How can Joan not know!

But Lin Qiaoyu is ill. Now she can't be stimulated any more, so at any time Joan's words follow her and coax her.

Lin Qiaoyu said: "good, good, it's my mother's mouth. I'm just anxious to see my grandson. I'll wait another two days Two more days! "

Joan coaxed her: "madam, you should have a good sleep. When you wake up, your servant will have breakfast. Madam, you should have a good meal and take care of yourself. Only when your uncle and young master come back can you serve."

Joan really felt Lin Qiaoyu's temperament. The woman nodded like a child, climbed into bed, closed her eyes and went to bed. Soon she heard the sound of even breathing.

When the room quieted down, Joan winked and asked Zhao Wanxi to go out with her. After she went out, she said, "Miss, my wife can't sleep well at night now, and three meals a day are not good. I'm really worried that if it goes on like this, I'm afraid it's..."

Zhao Wanxi can't tell why. She is very grateful to Joan. A servant girl can do this to her master. The relationship between her and Joan is not a servant, but a relative.

"Joan, thank you for taking care of my mother. Now that I'm back, you won't have to work alone in the future..."

Joan blushed slightly: "it's my duty to wait on my wife. How can the eldest lady be polite to me? But my wife's body is not as good as day after day. I'm worried."

"Joan, I remember a year ago, my mother's condition was not so serious. How could it suddenly be like this? When you wait by my mother's side, you know her food and daily life best. But can you still remember what my mother did or ate every time she was seriously ill? "

Just now, Zhao Wanxi took the opportunity to help Lin Qiaoyu, and lightly explored the woman's wrist. The woman's pulse seemed very strange. At first diagnosis, it was like blood deficiency and shortness of breath. However, if you feel it carefully, it was more like chronic poison. The poison was dormant in the body, eroding the woman's nerves and grinding her body.

Joan's eyes were round, and she immediately reflected Zhao Wanxi's intention: "Miss, do you doubt Someone poisoned his wife? "

Zhao Wanxi raised her index finger and gently put it to her lips to indicate that Joan could not speak out.

Joan nodded her head and looked at Zhao Wanxi strangely. She couldn't help but lower her voice --

"Miss, I heard from the maid in the second lady's room that she pretended to be a doctor and went to the palace to cheat, which made me worried for a long time..."

"Don't you believe me, Joan? I'll find a way to cure my mother. "

"But Xiaojing Are you really good at medicine? How come I didn't know before? "

Zhao Wanxi smiles: "Joan, there are many things you don't know! People It will change. "

Joan nodded thoughtfully. In a word, this time when the young lady returned home, she always felt very different from before. I hope she can really cure her.

"Don't worry, madam. She knows her food, clothing and daily life most clearly. She must know everything about elder sister and elder sister, and her words are endless..."

In this way, in the kitchen of Cuiyuan, Zhao Wanxi accompanies Joan. She listens to the details of Lin Qiaoyu's illness before and after each aggravation. She also prepares paper notes and takes them very seriously.