Divine Doctor Poison Concubine is about to turn over

Chapter 957 A piece of finger 10
"It hurts so much, mother, I'm in so much pain, I'm about to die..." Xiaobao cried out in pain, clutching the ground with both hands, his face became paler and his body twitched.

At this moment, he felt that every breath hurt.

Xiao Bao was in a daze, he had no other consciousness except the pain.

Yu Furong listened to his weak words, and walked back and forth anxiously.

How could he be like this?

Snapped--

Yu Furong suddenly slapped the woman next to her, squinted her eyes and said sharply, "Did you do something to him?"

Damn it!

Now she still has to worry about Bei Mingwu's son's life.

Originally, she wanted him to die quickly, but before she used him to teach Bei Mingwu a lesson, he absolutely couldn't die.

"Saint, we just guarded him. We really didn't do anything. He suddenly became like this." The beaten woman immediately knelt down and said aggrievedly.

She really didn't touch him.

Yu Furong's face darkened, she didn't dare to measure them.

She turned around and looked at Xiaobao, slightly dazed looking at his painful appearance.

Is this poisoning?

But she didn't poison him.

"Miss, the doctor is here." Chunlan quickly walked in with an old man in his 70s and [-]s.

"Doctor Xu, please help me to find out what's wrong with him?" Yu Furong said with a smile.

Dr. Xu nodded, and immediately walked towards Xiaobao with the medicine box in hand, then took his hand and began to feel the pulse.

After a long time, he let go of Xiaobao's hand, and walked slowly to Yu Furong, "Saint, I can't see what kind of disease he has."

"Unrecognizable?"

"Well, I really can't find out, he doesn't seem to be sick."

"Aren't you poisoned?" Yu Furong looked at Xiaobao who was still struggling on the ground with doubts.

"The old man is very sure that he is not poisoned."

Yu Furong squinted her eyes, her face was full of suspicion, she wasn't sick or poisoned.

Then how did he become like this.

Suddenly, her pupils shrank.

"Chunlan, what day is it today?" Yu Furong asked with raised eyebrows.

Chunlan thought for a while, then said respectfully, "It's fifteen."

Yu Furong's eyes widened suddenly, and then she laughed, very heartily.

Is this retribution?

Bei Mingwu's son actually suffers from the same disease as Di Wuhen, and it happens on the [-]th of every month.

It turned out that if she didn't do it, Bei Mingwu would be in pain on the fifteenth day of every month.

Seeing her son in such pain must make her more uncomfortable than her pain.

Hahaha!
It really is retribution!
"Send Dr. Xu out." Yu Furong ordered in a good mood, then walked towards Xiaobao step by step, and then knelt down beside him.

Seeing the painful expression on his face, she really felt relieved.

She was just worrying for nothing.

This bastard simply won't die.

He just inherited his father's disease, and now it's just happening.

"Miss, are you not worried that something will happen to him?" Chunlan saw that Yu Furong's eyes were full of smiles, and she was confused and puzzled.

Obviously she was worried just now.

Yu Furong raised her red lips and smiled, and said in a melodious voice, "He is indeed sick, but he won't die. It's just the fifteenth day of every month. He will recover tomorrow."

"There is such a strange disease." Chunlan said in surprise.

"Look at him carefully, and don't touch him." Yu Furong confessed that she would not touch this bastard until she found Bei Mingwu.

But before meeting Bei Mingwu, she will not be relentless.

(End of this chapter)