Chapter 1994 Feng Clan: Drink half of it, immortals can't be saved!
In the west wing, the largest wing.
When Qiao Mu comforted Xiao Xiaojiang and came out, Zhao Yusheng and Duan Liuyang were standing in the main hall, with Feng Jiang and an old man sitting inside.
"Doctor, how is Mr. Jiang doing?"
Duan Liuyang asked anxiously.
The doctor let go of Feng Jiang's hand and shook his head.
He came to Feng Jiang and bowed deeply: "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry! Little man..." Before the doctor could finish his words, Feng Jiuer and Di Wuya strode in.
Feng Jiuer's steps were not very steady, but she was also anxious.
Di Wuya's eyes were always on her and he almost didn't move away.
"What's going on?"
Feng Jiuer's voice had already passed before Feng Jiuer arrived.
"Jiu'er."
Duan Liuyang turned around, with a worried look on his face, "Come and see, Mr. Jiang has been poisoned."
"Brother Zhao called in the doctor, but he can't figure out why."
Feng Jiuer glanced at the unfamiliar-looking doctor and waved her hand: "Have someone send the doctor back."
"good!"
Zhao Yusheng nodded and looked back at the doctor, "Please!"
The doctor bowed his hands to the two powerful people who entered the door, lowered his head, and followed Zhao Yusheng away.
"What's going on?"
Feng Jiuer came to Feng Jiang and sat down.
"In the morning, I came over very early to help take care of Xiao Jiang."
Duan Liuyang took a few steps back, frowning.
"Everything was fine at first, but then Xiaojiang started crying and Mr. Jiang came in to see him. Soon Mr. Jiang realized that something was wrong with him."
Fengjiang glanced at the bowl on the table and said in a deep voice, "I took a bite of porridge."
Feng Jiuer's eyes moved slightly, looking at the bowls she and Feng Jiang had before.
"Fortunately, I only had one bite. I heard Xiao Jiang crying, so I put down the bowl and walked into the inner room."
"It was Xiaojiang who saved you."
Qiao Mu went over and took Feng Jiang's other arm.
"Jiu'er, we checked and found that there is a highly toxic substance in the porridge."
Feng Jiuer let go of Feng Jiang's hand, stood up, walked over to him, and opened his eyes.
Di Wuya looked back, Yu Jingfeng cupped his hands and turned to leave.
"Fortunately, I only had one bite."
Feng Jiuer breathed a sigh of relief, "Liu Yang, prepare the pen and ink, I will write the prescription."
"We have all the medicinal materials, hurry up!"
"good!"
Duan Liuyang nodded, turned around, and walked towards another room.
"Jiu'er, are you really okay?"
Qiao Mu raised his eyes, his frown slightly relaxed.
"Take medicine for a few days and it will clear up."
Feng Jiuer's eyes came to the bowl of porridge.
Before she said anything more, Yu Jingfeng walked in with a group of people.
"Your Majesty, everyone has been brought."
"Miss Jiuer, what happened?"
The woman next to Yu Jingfeng asked.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at the people brought in by Yu Jingfeng.
The woman waved her hands, and everyone followed her and knelt down.
"Good luck to the prince, good luck to the princess!"
Everyone said in unison.
"Get up."
Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, and thank you, Your Majesty."
Everyone stood up and bowed.
"Hongmei, are you preparing breakfast today?"
Feng Jiuer looked at the woman and asked.
"Yes, princess."
Hongmei was blessed, "What happened?"
"Mr. Jiang has been poisoned."
Feng Jiuer glanced at everyone and took the pen handed over by Duan Liuyang.
She was not in a hurry to write a prescription, but picked up the porridge, put it in front of her nose and smelled it.
Feng Jiuer put down the porridge, took off the needle bag, spread it out, picked up a silver needle, and inserted it into the porridge.
"It's very toxic! You don't need to drink it all. If you drink half of it, it will be hard for the gods to save you!"
