Seeing Zhang Fan and others entering the door, a woman about thirty-five years old ran forward quickly, looking at the thin man with an anxious face and tears on her face and said, "My father, you are finally back, you
Please take the patriarch and the others to see our son quickly, he is dying!"
Upon hearing the woman's words, Zhang Fan quickly glanced at the faces of the woman and the thin man.
Zhang Fan saw that the thick black gas in the position of the two palace masters was extremely close to solidification. Zhang Fan secretly shouted in his heart, "This is bad," and then quickly ran into the room, followed closely by the patriarch and the others.
Afterwards, he followed Zhang Fan into the room.
On the bed in the bedroom, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old was lying. The boy's mouth and nose were covered with a large amount of blood, and the chest of his shirt was also stained with blood.
After entering the door, Zhang Fan just glanced at the boy, then quickly took the boy's pulse, and then performed acupuncture on the boy's body.
Seeing Zhang Fan's movements, Xiao Chong frowned slightly and murmured to himself, "Seven Star Beidou Solid Poison Formation?"
Hearing this, Mr. Wu's eyes flashed, "Mr. Xiao, are you sure that Mr. Zhang used Seven Star Beidou Solid Poison Town?"
"Of course I can confirm that Mr. Zhang has used this formation several times in front of me." Xiao Chong said with great certainty, "This child must have been poisoned."
Wu Jun glanced at Xiao Chong and said nothing more.
About six or seven minutes later, Zhang Fan slowly withdrew the silver needle and formed seven black marks in the shape of the Big Dipper on the child's right arm. The child no longer looked as pale as before, but had...
There was a trace of blood. In addition, the sound of breathing became even and strong again, no longer as weak as before.
Everyone present also felt the change in the child. The thin man looked at Zhang Fan and asked: "Officer Zhang, is my son... not going to die?"
"Yes!" Zhang Fan nodded emphatically.
They had seen Zhang Fan's medical skills a few days ago, and they believed in Zhang Fan very much. Now that they received Zhang Fan's affirmative answer, excitement appeared on the faces of the thin man and woman.
"My son is fine!"
"My son is fine!"
Both of them said excitedly.
After getting excited, the two of them fell to their knees in front of Zhang Fan.
"Thank you, Officer Zhang..."
"Thank you, Officer Zhang..."
The two kowtowed to Zhang Fan repeatedly. Zhang Fan helped them up and said, "I have felt your thoughts. Get up quickly. If you do this, my life will be shortened."
After hearing what Zhang Fan said, the two of them stopped kneeling down.
"Tell me about your son's symptoms." Zhang Fan looked at the two of them and said.
"My son's mouth and nose suddenly spurted out a large amount of blood. As the blood continued to spurt out, his body became weaker and weaker." The thin man replied, followed by a look in his thin eyes.
Liang, "By the way, his symptoms are similar to those of the deceased people in the Zhuang tribe. It really scared me at the time!"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan, Wu Jun, Xiao Chong, and Duan Linlin raised their eyebrows at the same time.
"Are you sure that the child's symptoms are similar to those of the deceased people in the Zhuang tribe?" Wu Jun confirmed again with the thin man.
"I'm sure!" The thin man said firmly.
"Exactly the same!" the woman followed closely, her tone also extremely firm.
"You two, please take good care of your son. We won't bother you here. Remember to supplement his nutrition so that his body can recover faster." Zhang Fan warned the two of them. While Zhang Fan warned the two of them,
Zhang Fan took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and scraped the blood from the corner of the child's mouth into the small porcelain bottle.
Although the couple didn't know what to do with the blood at the corner of their son's mouth, they didn't stop him.
The couple exchanged a few words with Zhang Fan, then sent Zhang Fan and his party away from their home. They returned to the home of the Wujun clan leader again.
"Chief Wu, from the pulse of the child, I have determined that the poison he was poisoned is poison." Zhang Fan said to Lord Wu.
As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly raised their heads.
"The symptoms of the child are exactly the same as those of the Zhuang tribesmen before they died, and the poison the child suffered was poisonous poison. So, the murderer is the same person?" Wu Jun continued.
Zhang Fan glanced at Wu Jun, looking thoughtful, but did not answer.
"Mr. Zhang, the man told us that the vixen was killed by people from the Zhuang tribe. He also said that the vixen went to South China Province, but now the child has such symptoms. Is that man lying to us?" Xiao
Chong asked.
"No!" After a short period of thinking, Zhang Fan said with certainty.
Although Zhang Fan didn't really see the man's face, he actually heard the tit-for-tat words between the man and the vixen. What they said out of emotion without knowing Zhang Fan's arrival was absolutely true.
More importantly, Zhang Fan saw the man's desire to save his family, and it was impossible to fake that kind of emotion.
"There must be some hidden reason for the child to have such symptoms." Zhang Fan continued, "When the child wakes up, we can go over and ask him."
Xiao Chong glanced at Zhang Fan, slapped his mouth, and then said: "Okay, let's go ask him when the child wakes up."
Then, Zhang Fan turned his attention to Wu Jun and said: "Based on the clues we know now, I can't tell that the murderer who caused the child's symptoms and the murderer who harmed the Zhuang tribe villagers is the same person. I can only confirm that the child suffered from the disease."
The poison he drank should be the same as the poison taken by the dead villagers of the Zhuang tribe.
However, from the pulse condition, I can only judge that the child is poisoned by poison, and there are more than one. I need the help of the Wu clan leader to find out which one it is.
I feel that the Miao people, as the inventors of poison, should be able to identify any kind of poison in the world."
While talking, Zhang Fan handed the small porcelain bottle containing the child's blood to Wu Jun.
"Mr. Zhang is right. We Miao people do have the ability to identify any kind of poison in the world." Wu Jun said quite proudly. As he spoke, he subconsciously puffed up his chest.
"But gentlemen, please wait a moment while I go get the tools to test for solid poisons." Wu Jun continued. After speaking, he left the house and went to the side room.
About three minutes later, Wu Jun came to Zhang Fan and others holding a red lacquered wooden box that was about 30 centimeters long, 30 centimeters wide, and only 10 centimeters tall. The box was covered with dust.