The unexpected question made Feng Shuai slightly stunned.
Yun Qiao's identity...
The seventh lady of the Xi family, the eldest lady of the Qinggang, the real master of Yanmen, the granddaughter of Granny Xiao, the witch doctor...
Witch doctor?
Thinking again of her asking him what was wrong with him...
Although Feng Shuai is old, his mind works very fast. In just a few seconds, he has already figured out a lot of things.
At the same time, Feng Shuai felt waves of burning in his stomach.
He was in a good mood last night and drank a lot. He had a poor appetite when he got up early and came to pick up his daughter-in-law and serve her tea without breakfast.
I got here early in the morning and just drank two sips of tea.
"Seventh Madam, if you have anything to say, please speak directly."
Feng Shuai said.
Yun Qiao looked serious: "You may also know that I inherited Granny Xiao's legacy and am a witch doctor..."
Feng Shuai's face turned a little gloomy: "Is there something wrong with me?"
"How do you feel about it?"
"I just feel a little bit unwell with my appetite. I drank too much yesterday."
Feng Shuai said.
Yun Qiao said bluntly: "Maybe there was something wrong with the tea I drank this morning.
Commander, I will keep nothing secret for the sake of your life, please don’t simply blame Lu Yao."
Feng Shuai's face was extremely ugly.
He was indeed cautious in everything, except that he was happy that Zhengdong was getting married, so he let his guard down a bit.
"Seventh Madam, I am now..."
"Hurry to the military hospital. They will wash your stomach and check what kind of poison you have.
Don't worry, the situation is not serious at the moment, and it will take two hours to avoid damaging the internal organs, so we have to hurry up."
Yun Qiao said.
Poisoners should not use particularly violent poisons. Poisons may generally have a smell and are easily detected. Poisons that can be masked by the smell of tea will not take effect particularly quickly.
But there is an advantage: Feng Shuai drank a lot last night. If he vomited, he would just treat it as a hangover and not think too much about it. If he felt dizzy, he would just treat it as if he was still drunk and go back to lie down and sleep.
If the delay continues, the poison will slowly enter the internal organs, and it will become hopeless.
"Come on, come on!"
Feng Shuai's voice was filled with panic, "Prepare a car and go to the military hospital!"
The car went in a hurry.
Feng Shuai suppressed his burning and churning appetite and said to his adjutant: "Block the news. Just say that I have an old illness. Don't let others know that I have been poisoned."
The adjutant general was extremely anxious, and nodded and said: "My subordinates will give the orders, don't worry, Commander!"
Then he asked, "How is the old handsome now?"
Feng Shuai felt very sad, but he was constantly thinking about things in his mind: Who poisoned me?
His family had a large population, with nine sons alone; his daughters had studied in school, and several of them were ambitious, and Feng Shuai knew about it; his aunts and wives often fought secretly, and some of them had ulterior motives.
However, a family is like a pond. If you want the ecology to be healthy, it must have fish, shrimps, aquatic plants and silt. It must be complex and diverse to be healthy.
Feng Shuai never wanted everyone in the family to look the same, nor did he expect them to all revolve around him.
As long as the big picture is passable, Feng Shuai will turn a blind eye.
And his general direction is to be loyal to him.
Xue Zhengdong has such a weird temper and is often disrespectful to Feng Shuai, but Feng Shuai can tolerate him because he is arrogant and domineering, but he will never harm Feng Shuai.
Now, in the messy fish pond, there is a fish that wants to shake things up and actually wants to poison him, the head of the family!
This is Feng Shuai's reverse scale.
Feng Shuai took only two of his confidants, the adjutant and the chief adjutant, and hurried to the military hospital.
I called a military doctor I trusted to have his stomach lavaged quickly.
The military doctor was slightly surprised: "What's wrong with you?
Let me check you first..."
"Don't waste time!"
Feng Shuai said, "Just do as you are told."
The military doctor did not dare to persuade and was afraid of taking responsibility, so he had no choice but to act according to Feng Shuai's instructions.
Gastric lavage was very painful, but Feng Shuai insisted on having the military doctor do it again to make sure nothing went wrong.
After it was over, the military doctor took the filth Feng Shuai vomited and conducted a pathological examination. After finishing it, he asked him how he felt and how he was poisoned.
"Someone reminded me."
Feng Shuai said.
Military doctor: "Commander, it's a good thing to be cautious.
Have a good rest and don't think too much.
What if I just drank too much last night?"
Feng Shuai nodded.
He was lying on the hospital bed, but his mind was racing, thinking about how to find out the mastermind behind it.