Although when Ye Fan stabbed the dagger, Aunt Qing had already moved to avoid it.
But this unexpected incident still left a scar on Aunt Qing's waist.
She stood three meters away and yelled: "Son of a bitch, what are you doing?"
Tang Ruoxue also looked tense: "Ye Fan, why do you want to attack Aunt Qing?"
"Mr. Tang, you have misunderstood."
Ye Fan threw the dagger in front of Aunt Qing: "I never thought about stabbing Aunt Qing."
"I just moved a little too far and accidentally cut her."
"Aunt Qing threw this dagger to me and stabbed me three times. I thought the knife was precious, so I picked it up and gave it back to her."
"There's no malice whatsoever."
"Aunt Qing, I'm sorry for the stabbing, but the wound is not big, just a scar on the flesh, just use some red and white medicine."
Ye Fan apologized to Aunt Qing sincerely: "Maybe I can give you a prescription to make up for it?"
"Be careful, you're scared to death."
Tang Ruoxue said angrily: "I thought you were going to stab Aunt Qing."
The turbulent relationship between Ye Fan and Aunt Qing gave her a headache. Every time they met, sparks would hit the earth.
"What? My dagger?"
Aunt Qing was just angry at Ye Fan for attacking her at first, but when she saw the minor injury, she stopped fussing with Ye Fan and prepared to find an opportunity to deal with him next time.
But when Ye Fan told her that this was her dagger, her expression suddenly changed:
"You bastard, my dagger is poisonous. You stabbed me with it?"
"You want me to die!"
Aunt Qing was extremely angry: "You are so useless!"
Tang Ruoxue's expression 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 belongs to me. Is it poisonous or not? Don't I know?"
Tang Ruoxue, who wanted to blame Ye Fan, immediately turned her head: "Aunt Qing, did you throw the poisonous knife at Ye Fan?"
"Maybe? I don't remember. There are too many daggers. I don't know if they are poisonous if I just draw them casually."
Aunt Qing stared at Ye Fan and quibbled: "And even if it is poisonous, he is a miracle doctor and can't hurt him. No, he is alive and well."
"I'm a miracle doctor, this poison can't hurt me."
Ye Fan took over the topic: "You are the master of the poison dagger, and the poison has no effect on you."
"you--"
Aunt Qing almost died of anger.
"Okay, stop talking, go to the corner and detoxify."
Ye Fan said calmly: "Otherwise, I will die of poison later and my boat will capsize in the gutter."
Aunt Qing wished she could strangle Ye Fan to death, but she couldn't care less about getting angry at the moment and rushed out to find the antidote in the car.
Otherwise, if one thing goes wrong, she will die.
"Can't you give me some face and let Aunt Qing go?"
After Aunt Qing left, Tang Ruoxue looked at Ye Fan angrily:
"You smashed her head last time and stabbed her with a poisonous dagger this time. Aren't you worried about killing Aunt Qing?"
"If she dies, will you protect me every day from now on?"
She had a headache: "Can't you be more manly and stop fussing over everything with Aunt Qing?"
Ye Fan responded noncommittally: "If Aunt Qing hadn't liked to target me, I wouldn't have bothered to talk to her."
"Facts have proven that someone like her didn't hit her head for three days, and then she turned around and forgot to teach me a lesson and threw a poisoned dagger to hurt me."
Ye Fan snorted: "If I weren't lucky, I would probably die."
Tang Ruoxue argued: "Didn't she say that? There were too many daggers and the wrong one..."
"How could a master like her touch the wrong dagger?"
Ye Fan said casually: "Even if she touched it wrong, she should have warned her. If she didn't, she should have left the antidote and ran away."
"But none!"
"So we can only say that she did it on purpose."
Ye Fan added unceremoniously: "I have to teach her a lesson."
Tang Ruoxue was helpless: "It seems that I really don't have any face with you."
Ye Fan responded nonchalantly: "What kind of face do divorced people have?"
"Divorced people?"
Tang Ruoxue looked unkind: "Then why did you come here today? To see if I'm dead?"
"I heard that your injury has not improved, so I came over to take a look at you..."
Ye Fan hesitated and said, "I also want to see if there are any clues about the little nun in gray."
"She is now involved in a case where a mother and her son jumped off a cliff. If the murderer behind the little nun in gray is not found out, Baocheng will be greatly shaken."
"And the body of the little nun in gray was carried away in the chaos, so the clue in my hand was cut off."
Ye Fan revealed his purpose: "I want to see if you had any special feelings when she kidnapped you."
"My injuries are okay, but at night, I suddenly experience severe pain that lasts for half an hour, making me worse than dead."
Tang Ruoxue responded to Ye Fan with a pale face: "It's like someone re-opened my sutured wound."
"But as long as you survive half an hour, you'll be fine."
She added: "Aunt Qing said that the wound may be too deep, so if you move it even slightly, you will feel a tear."
"Let me check your pulse."
Ye Fan rubbed his head, then felt Tang Ruoxue's pulse, and then took her prescription and looked at it.
Finally, he smiled bitterly: "I've almost finished this prescription. Don't drink any more. I'll give you a new prescription."
He quickly prescribed the pills to Tang Ruoxue to replace those left by the saint.
There was nothing wrong with Concubine Shi's prescription, but it was a little too strong, making Tang Ruoxue suffer every time she drank it.
Ye Fan sighed, it seems that he still needs to communicate deeply with the saint so that she can learn to persuade others with virtue.
"Thanks!"
Seeing Ye Fan's prescription, Tang Ruoxue thanked her. She still had some confidence in Ye Fan's medical skills.
"By the way, did you just say that there is something special about the little nun in gray?"
"I didn't feel anything special, but when she kidnapped me, she moved too much and a pill fell into my neck and stayed."
"It looked very weird and smelled like mothballs. I didn't throw it away. I put it in a glass bottle and put it away."
She told Ye Fan what she knew: "Look under the bed and you can see a small glass bottle."
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan hurriedly knelt down to check, and quickly took out a small glass bottle.
Inside the glass bottle, lies an almost flattened pill, with a skull pattern painted on the outer packaging of the pill.
Ye Fan opened it and sniffed it gently, his face turned slightly thoughtful.
“It still smells like mothballs.”
Tang Ruoxue was also curious and took it over for a sniff and asked subconsciously:
"What kind of medicine is this?"
She also blew on the pill.
Ye Fan's voice sank: "If my estimate is correct, this is the long-lost corpse-killing pill!"
"Whoosh——"
As soon as he finished speaking, the pill exploded with a "chi" sound, and a small insect went straight into Tang Ruoxue's mouth.
