Farming concubine you are so sweet

Chu wanqiu couldn't find words to describe her embarrassment. For a moment, she regretted coming over.

She thinks Jun Mochen is right. This is an old liar.

But here we are. We still have to try.

She sighed helplessly: "no, it's not what you think. My husband fell ill yesterday, so come and let you have a look."

"Sick? He? " The old doctor snorted and smiled, but didn't believe it at all: "who can believe what you said? Look at this strong... "

Chu wanqiu grabbed his eyebrows and said, "anyway, I was ill yesterday. Please show me quickly."

Seriously, she really didn't give any hope. The old man looked highly respected, but he didn't expect that he was not serious at all.

"It's estimated that it's still suffocating. Just carry you all the way to vent your energy." The old doctor put his hand on Jun Mochen's wrist, but then his eyes changed: "this is really..."

This is not an ordinary person. He has to be very unusual to be poisoned like this.

Jun Mochen immediately saw the old doctor's abnormality. He said coldly, "you should weigh whether you should say something or not."

As soon as the old doctor looked solemn, he knew clearly in his heart: "small problems are troublesome to cure."

This poison is extremely precious, but it's not a violent poison. It's just very difficult to solve. When it breaks out, ordinary people can't bear it.

Therefore, the poisoned man's intention is to destroy a person's will and disintegrate his dignity and pride, which is somewhat insulting.

This poison is hard to find. It's not easy for people who can poison it, and it's even more difficult for people who can be poisoned by it. It's the pride of heaven to make people worry so much.

Looking at daling, the only one who can be the pride of heaven is

"Can you cure it? Can you really cure it? " Chu wanqiu was full of joy: "it's nothing to trouble. We're not afraid to spend money."

The old doctor sighed deeply: "it's easy to say about money, and it's fate to meet... But little lady, you need to avoid it. You're thin skinned and can't listen to some words."

Chu wanqiu had some doubts, but when she saw Jun Mochen sitting steadily and nodding at her, she didn't ask more, and walked out of the medical school alone.

The old doctor raised his eyebrows and looked at Jun Mochen: "the heroes of the battlefield are the gods of all the people. I wonder how you came to such a situation."

"That's not what you should ask!" Jun Mo Chen's eyes were full of fierce Qi: "I can't tell my wife about my poisoning. It's important whether you can cure it or not and can't scare her."

The old doctor was also not afraid. He snorted and smiled, "iron man tenderness? Now is the time for you to indulge in tenderness? "

Jun Mo Chen's eyes were gloomy: "isn't it good to live to die?"

"You really... Don't worry, I'm not a big mouth and won't spread words." The old doctor looked helpless: "I'll help you with your poison, because I have something to ask for in the future."

Jun Mochen smiled contemptuously: "I didn't say I would help you."

The old doctor's face sank first, and then he was in high spirits: "OK, you can't help me. Then I'll tell the little lady that you are poisoned and your identity is not simple. What do you think of a person like you who is destined to have three wives and four concubines?"

Jun Mochen was full of fierce spirit: "then you can't live today."

"I wonder what your mother would think if she knew you killed someone. Are you surprised?" The old doctor said quietly.

Jun Mochen's eyebrows seemed to have a dead knot. The atmosphere solidified and gradually cooled into ice. His hands were tightly clenched and slowly loosened after a long time.

"Detoxify me first." He laughed at himself.