Mo Lan's outstretched hand froze in front of Jiao Xiaoliu, "Does it have to be like this?"
Jiao Xiaoliu smiled apologetically at Mo Lan, "There are differences between men and women, and it's not a serious injury. How dare you have the miracle doctor Lao Mo." Mo Lan took his hand back awkwardly and watched Feng Qianchen put a layer of gauze on Jiao Xiaoliu's hand.
After untying the layers, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "How did you get hurt?"
Jiao Xiaoliu pursed her lips and said nothing. Feng Qianchen continued to move his hands and spoke lightly, with a hint of complaint in his tone, "She crushed the teacup to pieces on impulse."
"Has the wound never healed?" Mo Lan asked with a worried look.
At this time, everyone heard something was wrong. Feng Qianchen's eyes darkened, "What exactly do you want to say?"
"Someone poisoned the tea...and it's a chronic poison..." Mo Lan didn't talk nonsense and went directly to the topic, "This poison is colorless and tasteless, and there are no symptoms when it enters the abdomen. But if you take this poison regularly, you won't have any symptoms."
Even if he doesn't die, he will become a cripple."
Jiao Xiaoliu's mind was running rapidly, and then he smiled, "It doesn't matter, just die." He took off all the gauze on his hand, looked at the miserable hand, and felt distressed, "Take it lightly,
You should have good gold sore medicine there, right?"
Wan Qing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, she stuck out her tongue, took out a delicate porcelain bottle from her waist, and threw it up, "Sister Xiaoliu, how do you know?"
"Don't say your mother hasn't mentioned me to you." Jiao Xiaoliu chuckled, "Is she okay?"
"She's pregnant. Otherwise, how could I run out?" Wan Qing threw the medicine to Feng Qianchen in a sensible way, and muttered, "It's not like you don't know how good her Qing Gong is. If she doesn't get pregnant, I will never be able to escape."
I can’t outrun her either…”
Feng Qianchen took the porcelain vase and continued to bandage Jiao Xiaoliu. It seemed as if Mo Lan had not said anything just now, but the others couldn't help but look at each other, worriedly looking at their master. It was such a serious poisoning, so just bandaging it casually, really
Is it okay?
Mo Lan wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He couldn't figure out what he said was wrong, and Jiao Xiaoliu actually saw the flaw. He just simply wanted to hold her hand, was it so difficult?
Bai Ning, who had been sitting in the corner looking at Feng Qianchen longingly, suddenly thought of something, stood up and walked to Feng Qianchen, "Seventh Prince, will you marry me or not?"
"Pfft..." The tea that had just been poured into Wan Qing's mouth spurted out because of these words, and he jumped and pulled Bai Ning, "Ahem... what did you say? The seventh prince belongs to my sister Xiaoliu.
Sweetheart."
Bai Ning shook off Qing's hand and said, "So what? My father is the prime minister and can help the Seventh Prince get that position." The voice behind Bai Ning was very low, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Jiao Xiaoliu frowned and looked at Bai Ning, then raised his forehead and said, "Doctor Mo, go check her pulse. I suspect..."
"Jiao Xiaoliu, you bitch..." Before Bai Ning could say her words, Feng Qianchen had already pinched his neck, "You're looking for death!" The voice made everyone present feel a chill. Jiao Xiaoliu walked up
Go ahead and say, "Forget it, why are you arguing with a lunatic?"
"Sister Xiaoliu, what is neurosis?" Wan Qing asked curiously.
