Nine-fold lotus of the famous family

Chapter 249: Benevolent heart and benevolent art, Ziyang detoxification (1)
"This……"

Ji Furong hesitated a bit, and rationally told her to refuse, but seeing Zhao Ling's expectant look, she couldn't say anything, and besides, *** is here for a free clinic, and she didn't want to delay others.

"Someone over there has already taken over my work, and it won't hurt to delay for a while."

*** saw Ji Furong's concerns at a glance, although his tone was still a little blunt, it was not as indifferent as before, and he still had some doubts about the woman in front of him, he just wanted to confirm his guess.

"Grandma, let Doctor Zhao show you!"

Mo Ju took another look at her, and felt that she was much more pleasing to the eye. Although this person looked a little arrogant, he would repay his kindness after all, so it was not so undesirable.

"It's… okay."

Ji Furong thought for a while, and finally nodded. If she went back like this, she might scare Ji Chonglian and the others. It would be better to deal with it first. It's a bruise, just go back and apply some medicated oil.

Mo Ju supported Ji Furong and sat down on the stone beside her. She had already taken out two porcelain bottles and gauze from her sleeve pockets. He carried these small things with him, if he needed anything else , he can only go back to get the medicine box.

Mo Ju carefully rolled up one of Ji Furong's sleeves, revealing a scratch on the lotus root arm, about an inch long, the skin was scratched, revealing the bloody red flesh inside, like a crimson caterpillar lying down, looking It looks a little hideous.

"Ah, it's all my fault that Auntie got hurt so badly!"

Seeing the scar on Ji Furong's hand, Zhao Ling couldn't help but began to wipe away tears again.

"It's okay, Brother Ling!"

Ji Furong comforted Zhao Ling with a smile, but she didn't dare to look at the wound on her arm. Although she felt some pain, she didn't expect the wound to be not shallow.

"excuse me!"

***Glanced at Ji Furong, it was completely the expression of a doctor when she was doing her homework, indifferent, calm, without any other emotions mixed in, this made Ji Furong's tense thoughts slightly relaxed, she was really not used to showing her arms in front of men , even if the other party is a doctor, but the matter should be done urgently. If this injury waits for the doctor they invite from Shangjing to treat it, it may be a day or two later.

*** raised Ji Furong's injured wrist with one hand, and gently slid over her pulse with his fingers. After concentrating for a while, a look of surprise gradually appeared in his eyes, but he controlled his emotions very well. Well, after cleaning Ji Furong's wound and dressing it with medicine, he said solemnly, "Just now I had a diagnosis and treatment for you by accident, and found that you had a chronic poison."

"what?"

Ji Furong's expression changed, she looked at her in shock, even Mo Ju's eyes widened, she was poisoned, what's going on?

*** Asked himself that his diagnosis was not wrong, the woman in front of him was indeed poisoned by a chronic poison, and this poison has a nice name, "lingering".

If he hadn't been running around practicing medicine in those years, I'm afraid he wouldn't have known about this poison. "Lingling" came from the Western Regions. It is a colorless and odorless poison. Losing weight endlessly, it will naturally come to the end of life in the end.

Usually the doctor can't see the reason, so he often prescribes some medicines for nourishing qi, activating blood and invigorating the spleen and stomach, but they can't achieve the slightest effect. Not sure either.

But to what extent the medicinal properties are now, he still needs to take the other party's blood for further analysis.

But, does he want to save the woman in front of him?

Looking at her appearance, this woman seems to be less than 20 years old, but her pretty face is covered with a layer of black and black, and she is extremely haggard. Even when he bandaged her wound, his too slender arms made people feel unbearable.

If he doesn't care about it, this woman will probably die in less than three months, right?
***The expression in the eyes was complex and changing, with some hesitation.

"I beg the doctor to save my grandma!"

At this moment, Mo Ju fell to her knees in front of the nurse with a "plop", her eyes were red, and the tears couldn't stop falling, but she wiped them away with her hand, and she kept begging: "Please, Doctor Zhao!" !"

"Moju..."

Ji Furong was stunned, the color faded from her face in an instant, she was as pale as a piece of thin paper, she staggered a few steps, feeling a bit precarious.

Zhao Ling hurriedly stepped forward to support Ji Furong, but how could the child's strength be enough? Seeing that Ji Furong's center of gravity was unstable and she was about to fall to one side, she stepped over with one step and put her arms around her shoulders, but Deliberately separated the distance between the two, leaving a punch gap.

"What happened to Auntie?"

Zhao Ling looked at his father anxiously. The word "poisoning" had no concept in his mind.

"Help your wife quickly."

*** didn't answer Zhao Ling's question, but called out to Mo Ju who was kneeling on the ground. She reacted and got up immediately, took Ji Furong over, and leaned carefully on her shoulder, her eyes wide open. With anxiety, "Grandma, don't scare the maid..."

Ji Furong took a deep breath, and slowly stabilized her emotions, but her eyes were lowered, making it difficult for people to see the expression in her eyes, but the hands hidden in her sleeves were slowly clenched into fists.

She has tried her best to be tolerant in Tong's house, why do people still not let her go?

Who is it, who is it? !

"Doctor Zhao," Ji Furong looked up at ***, her face had calmed down now, her voice was indescribably slow, "Do you know how I was poisoned?"

"This poison presumably enters your body through your daily diet. A little bit every day can't kill you immediately, but it's enough to make you die without anyone noticing."

***Looked at the woman in front of her with some sympathy. Could it be the people around her who could poison food? Thinking about it this way, how sad is it?

He was indifferent and cold by nature, but for some reason, looking at the woman in front of him, he couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity.

Perhaps it was because of the strength and forbearance in her eyes. Knowing such a thing, ordinary women would be terrified and crying, but after the initial shock, she was only calm. Such a strong woman had no choice but to let her go. People are vivid.

"It turns out that there are still people who want me to die..."

Ji Furong smiled suddenly, but the coldness in her eyes flashed, she would never agree with them!

"Auntie!"

Zhao Ling shook Ji Furong's hand, her gaze lowered, and she regained her peace in an instant. She stroked the top of Zhao Ling's head and said softly, "Auntie is fine, she's just sick..."

(End of this chapter)