Su Qijing was still a little nervous, but Ding Fan couldn't wait any longer and walked over directly and took her wrist.
Before Su Qijing could refuse, Ding Fan said in a serious tone, "Sister-in-law, is that what I said?"
"That's right, but friends of my age also have menstrual disorders or menopause in half a year." Su Qijing said.
"Sister-in-law, you are still far from menopause." Ding Fan corrected.
"I couldn't get off the ground for several days before..."
"Stop talking!" This time, Ding Fan simply stopped him. Su Qijing always reported good news but not bad news, so it was very difficult to talk to her.
After switching from his right hand to his left hand, Ding Fan's face became more solemn. The winger was frightened and said quickly: "Xiao Fan, what's wrong?"
Ding Fan didn't say anything, and he used his magic eyes again. Su Qijing's three movements were almost mixed together. This was a sign that the deadline was approaching. After staring at it for five minutes, Ding Fan finally saw that in this chaos,
There is also a faint green and black color permeating the space.
Poisoned!
Ding Fan withdrew his eyes and asked seriously: "Sister-in-law, don't mention what others are like, what happened in the past, just answer whatever I ask you."
After saying that, Ding Fan added, human life is at stake!
Su Qijing was taken aback, sat up straight and nodded.
"Did you feel unwell after returning from the beauty salon?"
"……,Yes."
"In addition to physical discomfort, do you also have negative thoughts?"
"I've been in a bad mood lately..."
"Qijing, just answer what Xiaofan said!" The winger raised his hand.
"Yes, I want to die. I feel that living is boring. Even seeing the two children makes me feel bored." Su Qijing lowered her head.
"Dreamless nights, forgetfulness, trance, and hallucinations?"
"right."
Ding Fan thought for a moment, then turned to Winger and said, "Brother Feng, my sister-in-law has been poisoned. She must have been poisoned again on the day the photo was taken."
ah?
Bian Feng stood up in shock and quickly took out his cell phone to contact the hospital. Ding Fan waved his hand and said: "The poisoner is very insidious. I'm afraid he won't be able to find out even if he goes to the hospital. What's more, it's been so many days and the instrument can't detect it.
The toxicity is coming.”
"Xiaofan, how long can I live?" Su Qijing asked in a trembling voice.
"Three days!"
Bang!
Winger suddenly squatted on the ground and brought the chair over. Su Qijing came to her senses and quickly helped her husband up.
"No, I have to go to the hospital to detoxify!" Bian Feng looked ashen, looking even worse than Su Qijing.
"Brother Feng, sister-in-law, don't worry yet. If you can trust me, I will try to detoxify, but the process may be a bit painful," Ding Fan said.
"I can bear it!" Su Qijing replied without hesitation.
"Xiaofan, can you clear the line?" the winger asked again.
"I can give a rough idea. In the future, we will rely on the body's own detoxification function to clean up the remaining toxins, but the sequelae are unavoidable. Even if the fertility function is still there, it is best not to have children." Ding Fan said.
Wing Fong and Su Qi Jingdu had no objection. They already had two children and it was important to save their lives!
Coming to the bedroom, Su Qijing asked again, "Do you still need to take a shower first?"
"How can there be so much emphasis on it!" Winger urged, "Detox first!"
oh!
In fact, Su Qijing still had big question marks in her heart about this matter, thinking that Ding Fan was being alarmist. Although she was feeling unwell, her life was not yet in the countdown.
However, her husband's performance comforted Su Qijing so much that she didn't feel anything wrong even if she saw boxes of silver needles.
Soon, Ding Fan also felt this. Su Qijing has well-proportioned bones and muscles, which is the result of years of fitness, and her skin is extremely firm and delicate. It is said that she has been taking cold showers every day since her marriage.
Taking out the silver needle, Ding Fan concentrated on it and quickly inserted it along the meridians.
The technique was so fast that the pain continued. Su Qijing's whole body was tense with pain and covered with fine beads of sweat, but she didn't say a word.
After the acupuncture was completed, Ding Fan quickly pricked ten white and cold toes, but not a drop of blood seeped out.
I squeezed all ten toes one after another, but there was still no blood seeping out.
The winger felt something was wrong, so he came over and asked, "Xiaofan, what's wrong?"
"The first time of acupuncture has no effect, I'm afraid I have to do it again!" Ding Fan said solemnly.
"Original position?" the winger asked tentatively.
"Yes, so it will hurt more." Ding Fan reminded.
"It's okay, I think I can still bear it."
Su Qijing pretended to be relaxed, but when the first needle was pricked, she no longer thought so! The winger watching from the side was also shocked and emotional, Ding Fan's acupuncture technique has reached the level of perfection!
Each needle is inserted in the original position, impartially and just right!
"Qijing, if the pain is unbearable, just scream out." Winger said distressedly.
"Okay, okay." Su Qijing struggled to reply with a few words, but buried her face in the pillow. She didn't want her husband to see her sweaty and ferocious face.
After the acupuncture was completed again, Su Qijing exclaimed: "I feel that my feet are warm!"
"Where's the hand?" Ding Fan asked.
"It's still cold."
Turning on the lighter, Ding Fan burned the silver needle for twice as long as before. Su Qijing finally couldn't help but cry out. Bian Feng was spinning around anxiously, wishing he could suffer for his wife.
"Taking pictures and poisoning him, if I find this person, he will be torn into pieces!" Winger stamped his feet and urged, "Xiaofan, are you okay?"
"My hands are still cold." Ding Fan frowned.
"Then, do we have to do it again?" the winger asked in surprise.
"No, but you have to bake the silver needles repeatedly until your hands and feet become hot and congested," Ding Fan said.
Why!
The winger sighed, and all he could do was wipe away his wife's sweat.
Su Qijing was almost exhausted. She held her husband's hand and said quietly with tears, "Brother Feng, how long has it been since you held my hand like this?"
"I'm sorry." Winger said apologetically with tears in his eyes.
"Brother Feng, actually, being married to you makes me very tired." Su Qijing cried more.
"I didn't take good care of you."
"My life is not easy every day. I have to take care of two children and consider all aspects of the whole family." Su Qijing rambled on, and Winger's eyes turned red. These wives rarely mentioned it to themselves.
"The most difficult thing is actually to keep yourself as beautiful as a flower. Brother Feng, do you know how much I want to eat a piece of egg fried rice? Do you know what the temperature of a cold shower is in winter? Do you know how much I want to eat at home?
How many scales did you put on?”
"I have never disliked you."
"Nonsense!" Su Qijing's voice suddenly became louder and she yelled through tears, "I had other boyfriends when I was in college, but you said you didn't care! Now, just one photo makes me fall out, you tell me, what's the difference?
what exactly is it?"
My wife was suffering, and even though the winger had a black line on his face, he couldn't refute her and just kept saying nice things.
After two long hours, Ding Fan pricked his toe again, and what came out was black blood like ink! There was also a strange aroma permeating the air!
"That day in the beauty salon, I smelled this smell!" Su Qijing exclaimed.
"Qijing likes to arrange flowers and is very sensitive to smells. You can't go wrong." Wing Feng's face turned gloomy.