Holding the big boss doll, the soft beauty is going crazy

Chapter 12 Contacting the Master of Lingxin Hall

His head hit the armrest of the sofa with a dull thud.

Butler Chen's expression froze, and he quickly ordered the servants: "Contact the doctor quickly and send Miss Sheng to the guest room!"

The master has just left, and nothing bad must happen in the villa.

The person was carried away, and the dirty stain on the sofa was revealed.

Butler Chen glanced at it with disdain and said, "Throw away this sofa, check the price, and report the compensation items to the Sheng family."

There was such a big commotion downstairs, but Yeyue just came over.

She came to Ning Ruochu, bowed slightly, and said with a slightly apologetic tone: "I just contacted someone to confirm the scorpion species, and it took some time to retrieve the relevant files and research."

As he spoke, the special personnel brought the controlled scorpion and came to report to her.

"Commander Night."

Yeyue took the glass jar containing the scorpion, and the poisonous scorpion hit the wall of the jar violently with its claws.

She narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and looked at him carefully.

The scorpion's body is as black as ink, with a metallic luster.

The tail is thick, with slightly sparse bristles, a smooth and regular ball at the end, and a hooked stinger at the tip that flashes a cold light.

The species of this venomous scorpion was confirmed again - the Liberica black fat-tailed scorpion.

Living in Liberia, the hottest continent in the world, more than 30 percent of its area is covered by desert.

Natural enemies are strong and food resources are scarce.

In such a complex, dangerous and highly competitive environment, the Liberian fat-tailed scorpion has evolved extremely strong venom, ranking third among the world's venomous scorpions.

They are ferocious and very aggressive, and are a very dangerous species.

The one Ning Ruchu had was a test subject eliminated from the research institute and its toxicity was greatly reduced.

Ning Ruochu stood up, her figure a little shaky, her thin lips tightly pursed, her pair of broken almond eyes were stained with watery light, and emotions of worry and fear overflowed from her eyes.

She grabbed Yeyue's arm, her voice timid and weak, with a noticeable tremor.

"Commander Yeyue, Miss Sheng..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Ruochu panicked, tears of panic falling, and spoke incoherently: "I... I didn't mean to do it, and I didn't expect it to come here..."

She held on too tightly, causing Yeyue to frown.

He pushed Ning Ruchu's hand away, still with his usual cold and indifferent demeanor, but the words he said were comforting: "Don't worry, Madam, she won't die."

It's just a loss of consciousness.

"But scorpion venom is difficult to treat. Just in case, Madam, it would be better for you to contact the doctors at Lingxin Hall. They are quite knowledgeable about scorpion venom."

Scorpion is the first of the five traditional poisons, and scorpion venom can damage the human central nervous system and cell regeneration function.

Once poisoned, it is difficult to excrete it from the body for life.

Hearing that there was a chance of improvement, Ning Ruochu's tear-stained eyes instantly sparkled with light, and she nodded repeatedly: "Okay, what should we do?"

Yeyue asked housekeeper Chen to clean up the mess and took Ning Ruchu to Luo Zhouheng's study.

She walked over to the desk, opened the bottom right drawer, pulled out the useless paper, and tapped her thumb along the inside.

Suddenly, a laser flashed on the empty golden nanmu wood, scanning her fingerprint and popping up a secret compartment.

Inside lay a dark black old-fashioned keypad phone, with sophisticated technology and very special materials.

The color radiated outward, swallowing up the light, leaving only thick black.

Yeyue picked it up, walked to Ning Ruchu and handed it to her.

The sparkling white fingertips were blurred, as if shrouded in a dark mist, and the original color could no longer be seen.

Ning Ruochu recognized it. It was a special coating newly developed by Huanyuzhou's highest scientific research institute this year, which could shield all electromagnetic pulses and signal interference. "This is a tool that Mr. left for you to communicate with the head of Lingxin Hall." Yeyue said, "There is a scanner on the top. Only your fingerprint can turn it on. The only number is the head of Lingxin Hall Qiao Weisong."

She was by Luo Zhouheng's side when he made his will.

There were only two people in the room, so he entrusted Ning Ruchu to Yeyue and set her fingerprint in the secret compartment.

Thinking of the past, Yeyue felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

Luo Zhouheng was the most visionary leader she had ever met, and she knew this moment would come sooner or later.

Now that it had finally come, she found it a little too much to bear.

Yeyue adjusted his mood, the frustration and loss in his eyes were covered up by coldness, and he looked at Ning Ruchu who turned on his cell phone.

"Lingxin Hall has a special function, which is also explained in the document Lingchuan gave you. The master considers your poor health and allows you to bring a Lingxin Hall doctor with you, but the identity of the founder must not be revealed."

Even they only knew about Luo Zhouheng's identity when they saw the documents attached to the will.

This is a secret known only to him and the head of Lingxin Hall.

"I see."

As if due to excessive pressure, Ning Ruchu's voice was weak and the fingertips pressing the keys were a little weak. Five seconds passed before he finally dialed the number.

The moment the call was connected, an old voice was heard, greeting me in a joyful and familiar tone: "Little disciple, you finally called me!"

Qiao Weisong was very excited.

As soon as the news of Luo Zhouheng's death came out, he looked forward to receiving a call from his little apprentice whom he hadn't seen for several years.

When he heard that she was getting married, Qiao Weisong was actually quite happy.

Although he has a complicated identity and is often the target of assassination attempts, he is powerful enough to provide support for his young apprentice.

But Ning Ruchu was unwilling to reveal her identity, which meant it would be difficult for her to come back.

Qiao Weisong was extremely sad and cursed Luo Zhouheng eight hundred times that night.

Now that Luo Zhouheng is dead, he can contact his little disciple openly.

The corners of Qiao Weisong's mouth rose unconsciously.

Ran Yunqing happened to be standing next to him, and seeing his silly smile, he was speechless: "It's just a phone call, is that a big deal?"

Qiao Weisong glanced at her and said, "This is your junior sister's phone number."

"I know." Ran Yunqing looked proud, "We just passed it two days ago."

Qiao Weisong: “…”

Damn, I was shown off.

He was so angry that he immediately asked, "Little disciple, have you forgotten about this old man like me?"

The words from the other end came clearly, Ning Ruochu's eyes flashed with helplessness, and her voice was soft, with obvious timidity and helplessness.

"Excuse me, are you the head of Lingxin Hall?"

Qiao Weisong was stunned for a moment, then he angrily said: “You even can’t hear your master’s voice… Ugh!!”

Ran Yunqing quickly covered his mouth and reminded him: "Luo Zhouheng is just dead, it doesn't mean his influence has disappeared."

Only then did Qiao Weisong realize that his little apprentice was still in the wolf's den.

He calmed down and patted Ran Yunqing's hand.

Before he could escape from the shackles, Ning Ruochu's voice came again: "Um, someone here has been stung by a Liberica black fat-tailed scorpion. Can you send a doctor over?"

The panic-stricken words did not arouse Yeyue's suspicion.

Qiao Weisong's eyes lit up.

Isn't the chance to visit my little apprentice here?
　Qiao Weisong: I finally get to meet my little apprentice (excited) (laughing) (making an excited noise) (spinning in circles with joy)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)