The corner of Ye Fan's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a playful sneer, and then continued to ask with concern: "Meng Dawei, do you want me to take you to the hospital? I see that your face is a little pale, you must be poisoned!"
"No! Don't bother you! I'll be fine in a minute!" Meng Dawei said through gritted teeth. He was still waiting for Ye Fan's medicine to take effect. How could he go to the hospital first?
Therefore, he must endure it, no matter how painful it is!
However, the medicine that Ye Fan administered was something that he could endure if he wanted to?
Meng Dawei's face turned purple-black, his expression was painful, his whole body was squirming like a worm, and screams were emitted from his mouth from time to time, which was horrifying.
"Ah...ah!"
"It hurts! It hurts me so much!"
"Ye Fan, you... you hurry up and call 120 for me! I... I am hurting to death!"
...
Meng Dawei's expression was distorted, he was in pain, and his whole face was terrifyingly hideous.
At this time, Ye Fan did not respond to his words, but looked as if it had nothing to do with him. He even crossed his legs, leaned behind the chair, then lit a cigarette, deeply
He took a breath and then slowly exhaled the smoke.
"call--"
Under the smoke, his expression became unusually cold and ferocious, as if he was a devil coming out of hell, which was frightening.
At this time, Meng Dawei's condition became more and more serious. His body was shaking violently, and his whole body was twitching like chaff. His expression was extremely painful.
When Meng Dawei saw that Ye Fan was indifferent, he became a little desperate, "Ye Fan, you... what are you doing? Call me 120 quickly! Call me quickly!"
At this time, Ye Fan flicked the ash from his cigarette, and then joked quite playfully: "Meng Dawei! Didn't you say you were fine just now? You looked so painful, couldn't you be faking it?"
Pretending? It almost hurts me! Which of your eyes can tell that I am faking? This is my true reaction!
Hearing this, Meng Dawei's face twitched violently several times.
Afterwards, he endured great pain, swallowed hard, and said: "Ye Fan! Stop joking, I...I am really in pain, you...you hurry up and help me"
Let me call an ambulance!"
However, at this moment, Ye Fan asked quite meaningfully, "I can call an ambulance for you, but I want to ask you a question!"
Meng Dawei nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and quickly urged: "Ask, ask quickly! I...I can't hold it anymore!"
At this time, Ye Fan held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "If I am poisoned, will you also call an ambulance for me?"
Well?
Meng Dawei was stunned, and then said with a puzzled look on his face: "How could you be poisoned? Ye Fan! It's time like this. Please, stop making such boring jokes, okay? Call me quickly."
Call me!”
"A boring joke? Haha! Then you drugged the wine, is this considered a boring joke?"
The corners of Ye Fan's mouth turned up slightly, and he stared at Meng Dawei with a sarcastic expression.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, Meng Dawei's face became extremely shocked, and he asked in panic: "You...you know?"