Although when Ye Fan stabbed the dagger, Aunt Qing had already hiding his body.
But this unexpectedly caused Aunt Qing to have a scar on her waist.
She stood three meters away and scolded: "Bastard, what are you doing?"
Tang Ruoxue also looked tighter: "Ye Fan, why are you going to attack Aunt Qing?"
"Mr. Tang, you misunderstood."
Ye Fan threw the dagger in front of Aunt Qing: "I never thought of stabbing Aunt Qing."
"I just cut her accidentally because I had a little bit of movement."
"This dagger was thrown by Aunt Qing and stabbed me three times. I felt that the knife was precious, so I picked it up and returned it to her."
"No malice."
"Aunt Qing, I'm sorry to stab you, but the wound is not big, just a scar, a skin wound, just use some red and white medicine."
Ye Fan apologized to Aunt Qing with a sincere look: "Or I will prescribe a prescription for you to do a good job of conditioning and compensation?"
"Be careful, it's scary."
Tang Ruoxue spoke angrily: "I thought you were going to stab Aunt Qing."
The relationship between Ye Fan and Aunt Qing was as powerful as water and fire made her feel a headache. Every time she met, Mars hit the Earth.
"What? My dagger?"
Aunt Qing was just angry at first when Ye Fan attacked him. When she saw the minor injury, she stopped skating with Ye Fan and was about to find an opportunity to deal with him next time.
But when Ye Fan told her that this was her dagger, her face changed drastically:
"Bastard, my dagger is poisonous. Do you stab me with it?"
"You want me to die!"
Aunt Qing was extremely angry: "You are so bad!"
Tang Ruoxue's face also changed when she heard this: "Ye Fan, why are you..."
"What? Your dagger is poisonous?"
Ye Fan was shocked: "Are you kidding? When I stabbed myself three times, no one said it was poisonous, and I didn't feel it was poisonous."
Aunt Qing was furious: "The dagger is mine, it's poisonous or not. Don't I know?"
Tang Ruoxue, who wanted to blame Ye Fan, immediately turned his head: "Aunt Qing, did you throw a poisonous knife to Ye Fan at that time?"
"Maybe there is? I don't remember it either. There are too many daggers. I just suck it casually, and I don't know if it's poisonous."
Aunt Qing stared at Ye Fan and quibbled: "And even if it is poisonous, he is a miracle doctor and cannot hurt him. Isn't that true."
"I am a miracle doctor, and this poison cannot hurt me."
Ye Fan took over the topic: "You are the master of the poison dagger, and the toxins have no effect on you."
"you--"
Aunt Qing almost died of anger.
"Okay, stop talking, hurry up and go to the corner to detoxify."
Ye Fan said lightly: "Otherwise, if you die of poison, you will capsize in the gutter."
Aunt Qing wanted to strangle Ye Fan alive, but at this moment, she didn't care about the rush and rushed out of the door and went to the car to find the antidote.
Otherwise, if one of them is not done well, she will die.
"You can't give me face to give Aunt Qing a chance?"
After Aunt Qing left, Tang Ruoxue looked at Ye Fan angrily:
"Last time I hit her in the head, and this time I stab her with a poisonous dagger, aren't you worried about killing Aunt Qing?"
"If she dies, you will protect me every day in the future?"
She had a headache: "You can't be more manly, don't be petty with Aunt Qing?"
Ye Fan responded without comment: "If Aunt Qing hadn't liked to target me, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to her."
"Facts have proved that it has only been a long time since she didn't hit her room and tiles for three days. She was hitting her head. She turned around and forgot to teach me a lesson to throw the poisonous dagger."
Ye Fan snorted: "If I hadn't been lucky, I would have died."
Tang Ruoxue argued: "Didn't she say it? She took too many daggers wrongly..."
"How could she touch the wrong dagger?"
Ye Fan said casually: "Even if she touched it wrong, she should remind her. If she doesn't remind her, she should leave the antidote and run away."
"But nothing!"
"So I can only say that she did it on purpose."
Ye Fan added without hesitation: "I must teach her a lesson."
Tang Ruoxue was helpless: "It seems that I really don't have any face in your place."
Ye Fan responded casually: "What kind of face does a divorced person have?"
"Divorceived?"
Tang Ruoxue had a bad face: "Then why are you here today? See if I'm dead?"
"I heard that your injury has not improved, so I came to see you..."
Ye Fan said hesitantly: "I also want to see if there is any clue about the little nun in gray."
"She is now involved in a case where mother and son jump off the cliff. If she doesn't find out the murderer behind the gray-clothed little nun, Baocheng may have had a lot of shock."
"And the body of the little nun in gray was carried away in the chaos, so the clues in my hand were broken."
Ye Fan expressed his intention: "I want to see if you have any special feelings when she hijacks you."
"My injuries are fine, but at night, it will suddenly hurt for half an hour, making me worse than death."
Tang Ruoxue responded to Ye Fan with a pale face: "It seems that someone teared the wound I had been sewn apart again."
"But it's fine if you just have to survive half an hour."
She added: "Aunt Qing said that the wound may be too deep, so if you move a little, you will feel tearing."
"I'll take my pulse."
Ye Fan rubbed his head, then took Tang Ruoxue's pulse, and then took her prescription and looked at it.
Finally, he smiled bitterly: "This prescription is almost done, don't drink it anymore, I'll prescribe you a new prescription."
He made quick moves and prescribed pills for Tang Ruoxue to replace the saint who left behind.
There was no problem with Shi Zixian’s prescription, but the medicine was a little bit more intense, which made Tang Ruoxue suffer every time he took the medicine.
Ye Fan sighed with emotion. It seemed that he should communicate with the saint in depth to let her learn to convince people with virtue.
"Thanks!"
Seeing Ye Fan's prescription, Tang Ruoxue said thanking her. She was still a little confident in Ye Fan's medical skills.
"By the way, you just said that the little nun in gray was special?"
"I didn't feel it special, but when she hijacked me, the movement was too large, and a pill fell into my neck and stayed."
"It looks very strange and the smell is similar to mothballs. I didn't throw it away, throw it into a glass bottle and put it on."
She told Ye Fan what she knew: "If you look under the bed, you can see a small glass bottle."
Ye Fan hurriedly squatted down to check and quickly took out a small glass bottle.
Inside the glass bottle, there was a nearly flattened pill lying, and a skull pattern was painted on the outer packaging of the pill.
Ye Fan opened it and sniffed it gently, his face slightly changed from contemplative.
"It still tastes mothballs."
Tang Ruoxue was also curious and took it over and sniffed it and asked subconsciously:
"What medicine is this?"
She also blew a breath into the pills.
Ye Fan's voice sank: "If I guess it's good, this is the long-lost corpse-driving pill!"
"Swoosh--"
As soon as he finished speaking, the pill burst with a "swish" and a small insect entered Tang Ruoxue's mouth.