The strongest farm doctor

Chapter 73 Poisoning (2)
"How did you know that I was leaving Hezhou?" Ning Qianqian was a little surprised, and looked at this person seriously.

The man smiled faintly: "It's enough for you to dress up, and besides, you are still wandering in the city at this time, so you can see that there is no safe place to live, and you can't go to the inn." Such a person is not a fugitive suspect, so he must want to leave overnight. City people.

"Why should I trust you?"

The man spoke again, but only answered irrelevantly, "Your Excellency is a doctor?"

Ning Qianqian subconsciously touched the little bag on her waist, could it be that he smelled the medicine on her body?

Sure enough, I only heard this person say: "My sense of smell is slightly better than ordinary people since I was a child, and I smell the scent of medicine on your body." And it smells very good.

Ning Qianqian frowned, reached out his hand through his armpit, lifted the person in front of him, and asked angrily, "Where are we going?"

In this way, Ning Qianqian carried this strange man who looked like he might die at any time, but spoke brightly, through four alleys, made five turns, avoided seven waves of guards, and arrived in the East District.

The shops in the East District are the most widely distributed, even in a small alley, there are four or five shops.

When the two went to a coffin shop, the man pointed out, "This is it."

Ning Qianqian leaned him against the wall and was about to knock on the door, but was stopped by this man: "There is no one inside, the key is on my head."

I saw that he raised his arm with some difficulty to pull out the hairpin on his head. When the wooden hairpin was broken off, it turned out that there was a copper key inside.

I'm afraid this person is not a fun thing.Ning Qianqian thought, but fortunately, he was seriously injured and couldn't do anything to him.After receiving the key and opening the door, there are four painted coffins in the gloomy lobby.

Ning Qian took a deep breath, dragged him in, dragged him to the back hall and threw him on the wooden couch, then touched the fire and came out to light the lamp.

I was used to the dark night, and for a while, I felt that the candle was so dazzling.

Ning Qianqian only saw this man clearly at this moment. He should be only in his early twenties. His facial features are good-looking, but together they have a strong bookish look, and his complexion is pale, with almost no lip color at all. Fortunately, those lips The edges and corners of the shape are obvious, otherwise you really can't tell them apart.

And that hand, white and tender as if holding a pen, not like a carpenter at all.

"You...you rest first, tomorrow I..." The man who seemed to be in good spirits just now suddenly turned blue, and before he finished speaking, he passed out.

Ning Qianqian had the thought of stuffing him directly into the coffin outside, but finally she gritted her teeth and went to the couch to grab his wrist pulse.

The eyebrows could not help but frown, this person has been poisoned, and it may have been a long time, it is also a miracle, he can still speak so neatly, how powerful is this brain.It's just that if the poison is incomprehensible, it is afraid that it will penetrate into the bone marrow, and then it will not be a simple coma.

Ning Qianqian was out of her professional instinct, so she immediately untied the bag and took out the silver needle bag.Of course, she convinced herself in this way that she saved this person only in the hope that he would wake up tomorrow, and then find a way to send herself out of the city.

After a few needles, the man's complexion improved a lot, but the wound had to be treated, otherwise, even hundreds of needles would be useless.

Ning Qianqian pulled up the man's shirt to check, but found no wound, so she had to take off her trousers, and then saw three lumps of blackened flesh on her left thigh.

There is even a slight stench.

Ning Qianqian pressed lightly, and found a ball-shaped object under the three shadows.

Thinking about it, this is a person who was injured by a hidden weapon that spit poison.

They boiled water, sharpened their knives, and even found some old wine, as well as strips of cotton cloth with needlework.

(End of this chapter)