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   Chapter 195 Almost went crazy!

   Fu Tingyao was angry that he was not poisoned.

   Instead, let Wanwan come to help him do such a dangerous thing.

   He doesn't need to do this late at night.

   As long as she accompanies him obediently, it will make him happy more than anything.

  These are the only things he doesn't need to do late.

   He said coldly, "Ningxian can detoxify."

  Mu Xingwan spat out a mouthful of black blood, "Can you wait until Ning Xian comes?"

  Fu Tingyao was stunned, Ning Xian rushed over, it would take more than an hour at the earliest.

  Mu Xing sucked for a while, until the blood was not black, but red, then she stopped, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly as she relaxed.

   "Ji Yan, help him bandage his wound."

   "Yes, young lady." Ji Yan let go of the second master's hand, walked over quickly, picked up gauze and skillfully bandaged the wound.

  Mu Xingwan went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.

   Inhaling for such a long time, more or less will be stained with toxins.

  Fu Tingyao picked up the phone with the other hand and called Ning Xian, "Come here as soon as possible."

  Ning Xian was sitting at his desk eating takeout, when he heard Fu Tingyao's voice in such a hurry, he was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

  Fu Tingyao: "Poisoned."

   "Poisoned again?" Ning Xian was so shocked that he didn't even eat takeout, hung up the phone and started to pack up, desperately rushing to the station.

   In the living room at this time

  Chaoyan hugged the pickup and looked up at the bedroom from time to time.

  Huo Jiu made himself a cup of hot tea and drank it slowly. He was not worried at all, because the arm was not the key.

   At this moment, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

  Chaoyan turned his head and saw Ji Yan come out. He threw the pickup, jumped off the sofa, and ran over.

  Pika's body rolled twice on the sofa. When his dark green eyes looked at Chaoyan, he was full of resentment. Why did he throw it every time?

  Chaoyan looked up at Ji Yan and asked in a milky voice, "Uncle Ji Yan, how is my second uncle?"

   Ji Yan said: "The wound has been bandaged, nothing to do."

   "Oh." Chaoyan breathed a sigh of relief.

   In the room, a low growl suddenly came.

   "Late night?"

   "Second Aunt." Chaoyan ran in with his short legs and saw Fu Tingyao hugging Mu Xingwan.

   At this time, Fu Tingyao had just taken a shower and was still wearing a silver-gray nightgown.

  Chaoyan ran to Fu Tingyao's side, looked at Mu Xingwan, he hurriedly asked, "Second uncle, what's wrong with second aunt?"

   "Poisoned." Fu Tingyao replied without raising his head. He looked at Mu Xingwan's face obviously much worse than before.

   "Late night, do you feel any discomfort?"

   Mu Xing smiled at him lately, "I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

   I was suddenly dizzy just now, so I couldn't stand still, which frightened Fu Tingyao.

   Huo Jiu heard that Mu Xingwan had an accident, and immediately stood up and strode in. What he saw was this scene, and his face changed.

   "What happened to her, Xiaowan?"

  Fu Tingyao said coldly, "She is the second sister-in-law."

  Huo Jiu didn't care about the second sister-in-law or not, he almost shouted, "I ask you what happened to her?"

  Fu Tingyao ignored Huo Jiu, he held Mu Xingwan on the bed.

   Huo Jiu saw that he didn't speak, strode over, and was grabbed by Chaoyan's hand, "Second aunt is poisoned."

  Huo Jiu raised his throat when he heard the words, "How can it be poisoned if it is good?"

   Ji Yan immediately went to the most famous local doctor.

  Although Er Ye had already called Ning Xian, far water could not save near fire.

The doctor    rushed over quickly and was also an old Chinese medicine practitioner.

   Ji Yan walked in quickly, "Second Master, I brought the doctor."

   "Let him in." Fu Tingyao sat on the edge of the bed, holding Mu Xingwan in his arms for a moment.

  The old Chinese medicine practitioner is 60 years old, his hair is a little gray, he wears reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he looks like he has two brushes.

   As soon as the old doctor approached, he was frightened by Fu Tingyao's cold aura, "Can you put the patient down?"

  Fu Tingyao said coldly, "Just see a doctor like this."

   "Good, good!" The old Chinese doctor even said three good words, not even a fart.

   Ji Yan brought a chair and asked the old Chinese doctor to sit down and see a doctor.

   When diagnosing the pulse, the old Chinese doctor and Ning Xian were not much different.

  Fu Tingyao saw that the old Chinese medicine doctor had finished his pulse, and asked, "What kind of poison is in her?"

   Under the pressure of Fu Tingyao, the old Chinese doctor replied cautiously: "The poison in her is extremely rare, and she is called the living dead. It is similar to ALS."

  Fu Tingyao asked: "Then can you detoxify?"

   "This, I have been studying Chinese medicine for so many years, and I have only seen this kind of poison in books. The antidote is difficult to prepare, and some medicines are very precious..."

Before the old doctor's words were finished, Fu Tingyao roared coldly, "Don't say these are useless."

   "Yes yes yes!" The old Chinese doctor said three yess in a row, and he said with fear: "Other medicinal materials can be bought with money, but there is only one medicinal material that cannot be bought with money."

  Fu Tingyao asked, "What herbs?"

  The old Chinese doctor replied with a trembling voice: "Kale."

  Fu Tingyao asked again: "Then what risk will she have now?"

   "There are fewer toxins, and the spread is slower, so temporarily only a coma. After a long time, the limbs will be stiff, the muscles will atrophy, and the blood flow will be slow..."

   The old doctor was interrupted by Fu Tingyao before he finished speaking: "Ji Yan, send him out."

   "I haven't finished speaking yet, the poison hasn't..."

  The old doctor looked at Fu Tingyao in disbelief, and was sent out by Ji Yan before he finished speaking.

  Huo Jiu looked at Fu Tingyao in confusion, "Why did you drive the doctor away? Her poison hasn't been cured yet!"

  Fu Tingyao said coldly: "You also get out of here."

  Huo Jiu didn't want to go out, "She hasn't got rid of her poison yet..."

  Chaoyan tugged at the hem of Huo Jiu's clothes, Huo Jiu looked down and saw Chaoyan looking up at him, and said, "Second Uncle will definitely ask Uncle Ning to come to see Second Aunt, Uncle Ning is very good."

  Huo Jiu looked at Fu Tingyao uncertainly, "Really?"

  Chaoyan replied with great conviction and affirmation: "Of course it's true, Uncle Ning is a genius doctor."

   Huo Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out.

  Chaoyan glanced at Mu Xingwan, and reluctantly turned around and went out.

  Ningxian arrived at the hotel an hour and a half later.

  The moment Fu Tingyao saw Ning Xian, his nerves really relaxed, but his heart kept on, "Come and have a look."

   "Okay!" Ning Xian skillfully began to examine Mu Xingwan's pulse, frowning.

  Fu Tingyao asked, "How is it?"

  Ning Xian breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately there are less toxins, otherwise it will be too late."

  Fu Tingyao had always believed in Ning Xian, and when he heard his words, he knew that he would be fine in the evening.

   "How could she be poisoned?" Ning Xian began to formulate the antidote, and did not forget to ask.

  Fu Tingyao looked down at the person in his arms, his eyes were closed, and he was in a coma, "It was me who was poisoned, she helped me **** the poison out."

  Ning Xian paused for a moment, his gaze fell on the gauze on Fu Tingyao's right hand, and then glanced at Mu Xingwan, who was on the bed.

  *

   Chinese Restaurant

   Qin Yan raised his eyes to look at Qin Chi opposite, looking absent-minded while eating. It was the first time he saw him have a soft spot for a restaurant.

   "What are you thinking?"

   "Nothing." Qin Chi said no, thinking about the little boy holding the black cat, who was as big as himself and about the same height.

   These are not the point.

   The point is that he looks like him.

   The circle is getting smaller and smaller, and there are fewer and fewer words. Some people call it maturity, some people call it loneliness, some people call it coldness, but I think this is called seeing through.

   (end of this chapter)