Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Jiang Xiaochuan saw that the toxin had not spread at all. There was about a bottle cap of paraquat liquid hanging in the middle of the stomach, which looked very weird.

Grabbing the boy's wrist, Jiang Xiaochuan gently breathed in a trace of spiritual energy, closed his eyes and sensed it carefully.

The spiritual energy entered the stomach and was directly ejected as soon as it got close to paraquat.

Jiang Xiaochuan was horrified. Someone had used energy to wrap paraquat in advance to prevent it from spreading.

This energy is extremely domineering and unmatched. There is no doubt that if the two of them fight, they will be defeated in less than half a stick of incense.

Opening his eyes, Jiang Xiaochuan walked up to the child's grandmother in a somewhat rude manner and asked hurriedly: "Aunt Li, who have you seen after the child took the medicine?"

He must find out who this expert is. He has too many secrets, and maybe the other person is here for his ancient jade.

If that was really the case, Jiang Xiaochuan didn't dare to think about it anymore.

If you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be in danger. If you are fully prepared, you may still have a chance of survival.

After living in the same village for so many years, Aunt Li had never seen Jiang Xiaochuan like this before. She was frightened for a moment, and she hesitated: "I've only seen the Rag King himself."

"Pharaoh?"

Jiang Xiaochuan's pupils shrank, his heart beating like a drum, and he continued to ask: "Did he touch the child?"

"I was anxious and ran out with the child in my arms. When I went out, I happened to meet Lao Wang. He comforted me for a few words and then left without touching the child."

"The child was not touched?!"

Jiang Xiaochuan's face was uncertain. This situation either meant that the master was someone else, or that the Tattered King's skill had reached its peak and could transport air through the air.

If this is the case, he hopes it is the latter, because he thinks he has some friendship with the King of Rags, and even if the other party wants to seize the jade, he will not kill him.

However, the Rag King has lived in the village for more than ten years, and he would have been able to take action long ago...

Suppressing the surprise and doubt in his heart, Jiang Xiaochuan came to the child's side. The top priority was to expel paraquat.

Otherwise, after a long time, the spiritual energy will dissipate, paraquat will lose its restraint, and the consequences will be disastrous.

He took a tongue depressor from the infirmary and put it into the boy's mouth.

Soon, he spat out a mouthful of blue and green liquid.

Then, Jiang Xiaochuan asked Wang Tingting to prescribe some Pudilan to treat the throat burned by paraquat.

In order to reassure Aunt Li, Jiang Xiaochuan lied, saying that the bottle of pesticide was fake and that she would be fine if she spit it out.

She had great trust in Jiang Xiaochuan's medical skills, and Aunt Li did not doubt his presence. She thanked him profusely and left with the medicine.

"Brother Xiaochuan, is paraquat real or fake?"

After the grandfather and grandson left, Wang Tingting asked impatiently.

She was very confused. If it was a fake medicine, why would it burn her throat when she drank it? Also, the pungent urine ammonia smell that was unique to paraquat was too overpowering.

With a wry smile, Jiang Xiaochuan did not answer her, but asked: "Tingting, do you feel anything is different in the village recently?"

He is often not in the village, but there are people coming and going in the infirmary, and he may be able to learn something about Wang Tingting.

"Of course there is."

Wang Tingting looked at Jiang Xiaochuan with admiration, "Since Differ International paid their wages in advance, the villagers have been idle in the village because they have no land to farm, and the village has become very lively."

"Everyone knows that if Differ International can't take over this land, you won't give it away. Now, everyone is eagerly waiting to make a fortune with you."

"Brother Xiaochuan, you are so awesome."

A girl's love for spring is the most affectionate.

Looking at Wang Tingting's affectionate eyes, Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't resist. He touched his nose and said with a bitter smile: "Tingting, that's not what I asked."

"Okay, okay, you can treat people, and I'll go look around in the shed."

Looking at Jiang Xiaochuan's fleeing back, Wang Tingting secretly regretted that she shouldn't have hesitated that night and should have given herself over to Jiang Xiaochuan...

As night fell, Jiang Xiaochuan appeared at the Shattered King's house carrying two kilograms of pig head meat and several kilograms of loose wine.

"Pork head meat?"

As soon as he entered the door, the Tattered King who was eating at the table sniffed and stood up.

He put the steamed buns and pickles on the table and ran to Jiang Xiaochuan in a hurry.

When he saw the thing in Jiang Xiaochuan's hand, his eyes lit up, "You little bastard, you really got rich, spending so generously."

"Is this called generosity?"

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled, and a lot of the anxiety in his heart disappeared. It seemed that he was worrying too much. The image of this rag king did not match that of a master at all.

Eating a meal of pork head meat is like celebrating the New Year. Which master is willing to suffer this in a run-down village and stay there for more than ten years.

Seeing that the Tattered King was about to fall to the ground, Jiang Xiaochuan joked, unwrapped the plastic bag containing the meat and placed it on the table.

Explained, "The ducks are going to enter the shed tomorrow. Let me inform you to save you old boy from going on strike tomorrow!"

"You're just the Stove Lord cleaning the yard, worrying about nothing."

The Tattered King grabbed a few pieces of pig head meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I, Old Wang, will never regret anything I promise to others."

After taking a bite of the meat, he licked his fingers with unsatisfied interest and looked at the wine barrel.

It looked like a hungry, hungry, big black mouse looking at freshly harvested grain.

"You little bastard, you came all the way here, and I missed you so much. I'll punish myself with three drinks first."

After smiling, he took out a sea bowl from under the table that was bigger than his head.

Pour the wine into the bowl and drink three bowls in a row.

There were five kilograms of loose wine, and more than half of it was consumed in an instant.

"How can you be disappointed? You are obviously an alcoholic!"

Rolling his eyes, Jiang Xiaochuan also fumbled under the table, and soon he had a small wine cup in his hand.

When I picked it up and looked at it, I immediately felt sad. There was a circle of fly droppings on it.

"I said, Lao Wang, do you dare to be more sloppy?"

After swatting away the flies that had been buzzing in his ears, Jiang Xiaochuan looked at the Rag King with some disgust.

But just this look made his hair stand on end.

Because he discovered that there was not even a fly around the King of Rags.

He didn't think that he would be more attractive to flies than the King of Rags who only took a bath once a year!

With a quiet breath, Jiang Xiaochuan deliberately drove a fly towards the Rag King while observing carefully with the pupil of luck.

He had used his clairvoyant pupil to observe the Tattered King before, but found that except for his qi and blood being a little stronger than others, there were no other abnormalities.

But if he was really that kind of master, it would be easy to hide it from the enemy. After all, the difference in strength between the two was too big, and the clairvoyant pupil improved with the improvement of his cultivation level, so he would not be able to display his peak strength.

So, if you want to find out, you have to start with the details!