Chapter 422 Collection of Hundred Poisons [40] That letter, Jiang Yan's words
Chapter 422 Collection of Hundred Poisons [40] That letter, Jiang Yan’s handwriting
Mo Qing supported Peng Ren and immediately felt Peng Ren's pulse, then his face darkened.
"Pengren!"
Goblin rushed over quickly.
He was still in good spirits just now, but in a moment, his face turned purple.
Mo Qing gave Peng Ren two pills and told Goblin: "Help him go to the pharmacy and lie down." Then he turned to look at Gu Wanwan, "Gu Wanwan, I need some medicinal materials, get them for me."
With lives at stake, Goblin and Gu Wanwan acted quickly.
Mo Qing took out the acupuncture needle and walked to the pharmacy when he suddenly thought of something and looked at the eyelid paper.
Jiang Ke seemed to understand what she was thinking and handed the paper to her.
After cutting his finger, Mo Qing scratched the paper with blood, and the writing on the paper suddenly appeared.
——What is written on the leather paper is the poison and the accompanying antidote.
The poison in Peng Ren is the one above.
"What medicinal materials?" Gu Wanwan was already ready to go out.
Mo Qing's expression condensed and she gave him the piece of paper: "It's on top of this."
Gu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing, took the paper and rushed out of the door.
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The poison on the paper will not kill people for a while, but it will make the poisoned person feel like being tortured. Mo Qing can only rely on detoxification pills and acupuncture needles to temporarily suppress the poison in Peng Rei's body.
Goblin stood by and handed various tools.
Jiang Ke and Chi Shi stayed in the living room.
After realizing that the poison came from the vellum, the two of them realized that this matter was directed at Mo Qing, and that they were provoking and threatening her - probably because she had recently operated on the Wen family.
The identity of the other party is most likely the New World.
The New World still has something to ask of Mo Qing. Although it has the handle on the bomb switch in Mo Qing's heart, it is impossible to be sure that he will not be retaliated against after killing the people around Mo Qing.
Naturally, when the purpose is only to intimidate, one will not be ruthless.
So Peng Ren will not die.
Chi Shi was as taciturn as ever.
Jiang Ke simply had nothing to do, cleared the table full of New Year's Eve dinner, ordered a takeaway, then sat on the sofa and slowly made a cup of hot tea.
When he picked up the tea cup, he noticed Chi Shi next to him and asked, "Would you like to drink it?"
Chi Shi looked at him quietly.
After a while, he said: "I won't drink."
Jiang Ke didn't force him.
Lowering his eyelids to cover the emotions in his eyes, Chi Shi suddenly said, "Mo Qing doesn't like drinking this tea."
"I know." Jiang Ke glanced at the soaked Pu'er in his hand, "She left it for me."
After blowing on the hot air, Jiang Ke took a sip.
Chi Shi frowned.
Jiang Ke added: "Her preferences and mine don't have to be exactly the same."
His eyes moved slightly, Chi Shi fell silent and didn't speak again.
Jiang Ke was enjoying Pu'er by himself.
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Although it was his own poison recipe, without the medicinal materials at hand, it was difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without straw, so Mo Qing could only rely on acupuncture to keep Peng Ren alive until Gu Wanwan found the antidote in the middle of the night.
After giving the cooked antidote to Peng Ren, Mo Qing waited for a while and took Peng Ren's pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief after noticing that the pulse had stabilized.
"Let him sleep for a while and we'll see how things go in the morning." Mo Qing put away the acupuncture needle, "He should be fine."
"call."
Goblin let out a long breath.
My heart, which had been hanging all night, finally settled.
He said: "I will guard him here, you go and rest first."
"It will be dawn in a while," Gu Wanwan hugged a hand warmer and leaned against the door, as if all the bones in his body had been detached. "I'm staying with you, just like keeping up the New Year's Eve."
He is really tired.
He had been plagued by poison for ten years. After he was cured, his body did not stop recuperating, but in the end his foundation was damaged.
In order to find medicinal materials for Peng Ren, Gu Wanwan ran all night. His tense nerves had just relaxed, and now he was so tired that he couldn't even take a breath.
Mo Qing threw him two pills and asked, "Where is Jiang Ke?"
"Waiting in the living room." Gu Wanwan took the body-building pills, "I just saw him studying the leather paper."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qing had already gone to the living room.
Jiang Ke was the only person in the living room.
The chandelier in the center was on. Jiang Ke was sitting on a single sofa, with his legs folded, glasses on his nose, and an open piece of paper in his hand. He didn't know what he was looking at.
Noticing the ink pouring out, Jiang Ke put down the paper and said, "Has the poison of Peng Ren been detoxified?"
"It's solved." Mo Qing said, "When I wake up tomorrow, I should be full of energy."
It's just that the wonderful New Year's Eve, Spring Festival, and many program arrangements were all ruined by this accident.
Thinking of this, Mo Qing's eyes darkened.
"Um."
Jiang Ke, who seemed calm and calm, looked somewhat relaxed.
He is quite troubled and tough.
This former assistant was always noisy and couldn't stop once he started talking. His ability to do things was average, but his social skills were top-notch.
But Peng Ren has been with him for several years, and he is not a cold-blooded animal, so it is impossible for him to have no feelings at all.
The fool was poisoned, and he said it was impossible not to worry.
"Are you tired?" Jiang Ke took off his glasses, stood up and said to Mo Qing, "The takeout you ordered is already cold, but there is some soup in the kitchen."
"I'm not hungry, I have no appetite."
Mo Qing shook his head.
Jiang Ke asked: "Let's go have a rest?"
"Later." Mo Qing raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, "Is that letter still there? I want to read the words on the paper."
"Um."
Jiang Ke picked up the envelope that had been put into a plastic bag and took out the paper inside.
The envelope has been processed and should not be poisonous, but it is better to be cautious just in case.
Mo Qing picked up the piece of paper, opened it, and carefully read the words written on it. After a while, he couldn't help but frown.
"What?" Jiang Ke was confused.
Mo Qing thought for a while, held the top of the letter paper with three fingers, and faced Jiang Ke: "This word looks familiar to me."
"know?"
"Do you usually write a lot with a brush?" Mo Qing asked suggestively.
"...Not much." Jiang Ke's eyebrows twitched.
Mo Qing seemed to have some strange thoughts...
As expected, Jiang Ke soon heard Mo Qing ask: "How about giving it a try?"
