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Wuxie turned around and glared at him. He was just a young boy who had just graduated, and it was just his first adventure! It's just a bit embarrassing.

It's useless to be too lazy to argue with him. Now I just want to have a good sleep, I'm too tired.

I didn't even eat the meal I prepared, I just lay down on the bed to sleep. I didn't even take a shower, so I fell asleep next to the bed.

When he woke up, it was already dark. He looked at the time and saw that it was eight o'clock in the evening. My stomach growled, I felt dizzy when I sat up, my vision went dark when I got out of bed, and I started to feel nauseous.

"Innocent?"

The younger brother also woke up after he got up. His body was very responsive and didn't look like he had just woken up. Seeing that Wu Xie was swaying when he walked, he turned over and got out of bed to help him.

"Brother? You're awake. I'm fine. Maybe I'm a little hypoglycemic. I haven't eaten for a long time."

"Have you eaten?" Wuxie asked him again.

He fell asleep next to the bed. I wonder if the younger brother has eaten. If he eats, we can have dinner together.

The little brother didn't say anything. He helped the man to the table and said, "I'll get it." After that, he poured him a glass of water.

He moved very quickly and came back with the meal in a short while. Maybe the kitchen had already prepared the meal.

After grabbing the rice and stuffing it into a few mouthfuls, the nausea did not go away, but became even more uncomfortable.

After a simple meal, I went to take a shower first. Ah, it turns out that the little brother didn’t even take a shower and went to bed directly. After Wuxie calmed down for a while, he pushed himself up and went to the fat man's room to see if he was awake and that no one in the room would know if he was hungry and fainted.

"Fat man?" "Fat man?"

dong dong dong-

"Are you awake? Dinner is ready! Fatty?"

No one came to open the door, so Wuxie opened the door with a little force. When he turned on the light, he saw the fat man lying on the bed with a red face, and his hands were very hot!

This is fucking cooked.

Wuxie patted his face, "Fat man? Wake up!"

"Well... no, I won't eat mushrooms anymore, Sister Yuncai..."

Is this crazy?

Wuxie gave him some water, wetted the towel and put it on his forehead to cool down. After he was done, he ran out to find Jie Wang and asked him to arrange a car to the hospital.

"Mistress, why are you so pale?"

"Ah?" Wuxie subconsciously touched his face.

Jie Wang stepped forward to test the temperature, but Wuxie avoided it and explained, "I thought you had a fever. Do you want to take your temperature?"

Wu Xie touched his forehead. It was cold. It seemed a little low without being permed. "I'm fine. Please arrange a car quickly and I'll take Fatty to the hospital."

When he went back to the room to get his mobile phone, he knocked on the bathroom door and said softly: "Brother, are you done washing? The fat man has a fever. I want to take him to the hospital. Do you want to go together or wait for us to come back?"

The bathroom was suddenly opened, and the little brother was hastily wearing a bathrobe, with water drops still on his body: "Together."

In two minutes, he put on his clothes, wiped his hair a few times, moved the fat man to the back seat of the car and set off.

The doctor said it was a high fever caused by poisoning and it was not a big problem. He could leave after the infusion.

Wuxie was stunned for a moment and said, "Poisoned? We have been together these past few days, so how come he and I were not poisoned?"

Doctor: "Then I suggest you and your friend also go for a check-up."

The fat man was so hot that he was smoking. Considering his own health, Wuxie took his little brother for a check-up. As a result, the little brother was fine. He had the same unknown toxin in his body as the fat man, but the fat man's condition was more serious.

"what's the situation?"

The little brother thought for a long time and guessed: "Phantom powder? The blood of the national master?"

Everyone has come into contact with phantom powder. Only the blood of the Imperial Master came from his own skin contact with the fat man for a long time.

I briefly told the attending doctor that I and my companions were archaeologists and had accidentally come into contact with the blood tissue of ancient corpses during archaeology. Could this be the source of the poisoning?