Mr. Miao took the bottle, put it under his nose, and smelled it carefully.
The fragrance is refreshing.
But something seems wrong.
"Isn't it said to be medicinal wine? A particularly delicious wine?" Mr. Miao asked.
This one doesn't smell like alcohol, but has a fruity aroma.
"There shouldn't be anything wrong." Miao Fang frowned: "We watched Hua Zhao go in and out, holding this bag in his hand, and Ye Jia was not in a position to do anything."
"Maybe there is less ginseng and they have changed the formula, right?" Miao Bin said: "It is said that the wine is brewed with thousand-year-old ginseng. It has been so many years, and even the refined ginseng should have expired."
"Will that still work?" Miao Yinghua asked worriedly.
Whether it works or not, you will know if you try it.
Mr. Miao picked up the bottle and tasted it in small sips.
It felt different as soon as he entered it. It was different from anything he had ever drunk. A warm current went straight to his stomach, and his burning stomach felt relieved for an instant.
His eyes lit up and he couldn't help but drink up the entire bottle in a few sips.
"Comfortable!~" He let out a long breath.
Surprise appeared on the faces of the Miao family.
But before his mouth widened, he saw Mr. Miao frowning and covering his stomach with his hands.
The comfortable feeling only lasted for a moment. As he finished speaking, the feeling had disappeared, and his stomach began to hurt again, and it seemed to hurt more than before.
"Ouch!" he suddenly shouted.
For just a moment, it felt like a needle was piercing his stomach.
"dad!"
"grandfather!"
"What's wrong with you?"
everyone asked nervously.
Mr. Miao is the backbone of the Miao family, the Dinghai Shenzhen.
This time they were able to find an opportunity to return to the capital, which was also the result of Mr. Miao's management.
An old subordinate whom he had favored many years ago got up, went to Beijing, and established himself, so he transferred Miao Fang's family back.
Mr. Miao has many of these old subordinates. Who knows which one of them will be able to get up one day?
So he has to live. As long as he lives, those people may still remember his kindness back then.
After he died, they would not recognize the rest of the Miao family!
"It's okay." Mr. Miao took his hand away from his stomach with some confusion.
The pins and needles feeling came and went quickly, and is gone now.
Could it be that his condition is serious?
Just as he was wondering, the palm of his hand suddenly felt like it was pricked again, and he trembled in pain.
"What's wrong, Dad?" Miao Fang asked nervously.
Before Miao Gang had time to answer him, he suddenly felt pain in his calf and stomach again.
Then he felt pain all over his body, not all at the same time, but one needle pricked and another pricked, and when it hurt, it really hurt, like being pricked by a bee's poisonous needle.
"It's over! Has my whole body been transferred?" Mr. Miao suddenly looked ashen.
After Miao Yinghua asked about the situation, she immediately shook her head: "Impossible! Why didn't it move earlier and later? Why did it move just after drinking this thing? It must be poisonous!"