Chapter 166
Luo Xiu was also a little discouraged. He took off his mask and panted. "We've worked so hard for most of the day, and nothing happened. Are you kidding me? I really don't have much brains. I'm hanging out with you two. What else can I do with my free time?"
Ji Hebai, who was still deep in thought, suddenly raised his head and looked at Luo Xiu: "What did you just say?"
Luo Xiu panted heavily. "I say, are you kidding me? If I have the free time, what can't I do?"
Ji Hebai said, "That's not it."
Luo Xiu was stunned for a moment: "What else could it be?"
After a while, he realized it belatedly: "Ji Hebai, are you scolding me? I worked so hard to play house with you, just to please your wife. I didn't sleep a wink all night, just to prepare these things. Do I have it easy?"
Ji Hebai ignored him and walked to the bedside of the sleeping Father Zhong in a daze. He looked at the blood-stained silver needle at the end of the bed, and then saw the unusual lip color of Father Zhong - pale.
He suddenly realized.
"It's poison."
Ji Hebai immediately stepped forward and flipped over Mr. Zhong's eyelids. Sure enough, his eyeballs were not like those of a normal person. Instead, his pupils were dilated, as if covered by black ink, which looked particularly terrifying.
"No wonder I vomited blood and fainted for no apparent reason."
Ji Hebai took a silver needle and stuck it into the top of Zhong's father's stove. After taking it out, he saw black blood on the tip of the needle.
Luo Xiu's face turned pale. Although he studied medicine, he had also come into contact with this kind of thing. Some of them were chronic poisons, and even Chinese and Western medicine could not find the cause. But generally speaking, people who encountered such situations had caused trouble, and if they were not careful, the whole family would be implicated.
Luo Xiu was a little panicked.
"This is not something we can control. It must be that he offended someone and was retaliated against."
He snatched the silver needle from Ji Hebai's hand.
"Anyone with that kind of background must be rich or noble. Why would they go after an old man for no reason? The Zhong family must have gotten into trouble, otherwise why would they resort to such vicious tactics?"
"Don't worry about it. Your family is about to kick you out. No, they've already kicked you out. They won't cover you up anymore. So just be relaxed and don't cause any more trouble."
Ji Hebai snatched the silver needle from his hand and said, "I will take care of this matter to the end, but it has nothing to do with you. From now on, this matter belongs to me alone."
Luo Xiu was almost laughing with anger: "Ji Hebai, why are you trying so hard? Why are you pretending to be a hero? This poison is very expensive. They spent a lot of money to deal with the Zhong family. If you stand in the way, be careful that they will be the first to retaliate against you."
Ji Hebai pushed him away: "I know, this matter has nothing to do with you, you can go, I will treat you to a drink next time."
"Psycho." Luo Xiu cursed and gritted his teeth, "And you're still drinking. If you insist on causing this, don't drag me down when the time comes."
"I don't care about you anymore!" He waved his hand and pushed the door open, scaring Zhong Qiao who was standing at the door.
Zhong Qiao looked at the scene inside. Ji Hebai had a stern face and didn't say anything. Luo Xiu was furious and his face was full of confusion.
"What's wrong?" she asked, but was met with a cold shoulder. Luo Xiu sneered and ignored her before walking away without even taking off his white coat.
Zhong Qiao seemed to have sensed something and quickly ran into the house.
"What's wrong? Did something happen to my dad?"
Ji Hebai looked at the silver needle in his hand without saying anything, but this look made Zhong Qiao's heart sink. She hurried to check on the condition of Zhong's father on the hospital bed.
Mr. Zhong was still sleeping with his eyes closed. Zhong Qiao tried to touch his face, which was warm, and he felt relieved a little.
I'm glad that everyone is okay.
"What's going on?" Zhong Qiao thought of Ji Hebai's pale face just now.
"Ji Hebai, tell me, is there something wrong with my dad? Tell me, no matter what, I can accept it."
Ji Hebai sighed, "It's poison, a foreign chronic poison. Your father must have been retaliated against by someone, and it has been lurking in his body for three years, until the symptoms appeared this year."
Zhong Qiao felt that his heartbeat stopped at this moment
But she quickly calmed down. Although this incident was unexpected, it was also within Zhong Qiao's guess.
She also thought that something might have gone wrong, such as being poisoned, but Zhong's father had checked several times in the hospital and found nothing wrong, so she put her guess aside. She didn't expect that she was really poisoned.
"Is there any cure for this poison?" Zhong Qiao asked.
Ji Hebai's face was heavy. "It's hard to say, because we don't know to which part of Uncle Zhong's body this chronic poison has spread. If it has already invaded his internal organs, even a god would be unable to save him. The best we can do is..."
He suddenly stopped talking.
Zhong Qiao seemed to have guessed what he would say next.
"Only what?"
Ji Hebai closed his eyes reluctantly: "You can only live for half a year."
Zhong Qiao took two steps back in shock.
Half a year? That means I lived a year and a half longer than in my previous life.
Then, overwhelmed was regret. Zhong Qiao looked at her father lying in the hospital bed and wondered if she had discovered the poisoning earlier, would the outcome have been different? But at the time, she was struggling to save herself. She had to deal with the divorce, raise Wanwan, and then split up the family business and start her own business.
During this period, she also took Zhong's father to see a doctor, but they couldn't find anything. It was not until the disease broke out today that she realized that she had been poisoned.
Ji Hebai comforted him, "Zhong Qiao, maybe there is a way. I see Uncle Zhong is usually full of energy, and there is still room for recovery. I will look up medical knowledge again and write to my foreign friends to ask them to help find the composition of this poison."
Zhong Qiao looked up at him and asked, "What's the survival rate of people who take this poison abroad?"
Ji Hebai was stunned for a moment and looked away: "Among 100 people, there are probably about a dozen."
A dozen or so? Zhong Qiao's eyes flickered. That meant there was still hope. At least there was hope.
Ji Hebai reminded Zhong Qiao of some dietary taboos before he left with his father, who had just woken up. On the way, Zhong Qiao's father was very excited and kept asking questions: "Is my illness okay? What did Hebai say?"
Zhong Qiao forced a smile and said, "It's okay, Dad. You just have to stop eating and drinking. Your blood pressure is too high. I hope you live a few more years. I'll supervise you when you eat."
Father Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought it was some serious illness. Look how scared you guys were. I said that when I was in Hong Kong, I was taking care of my health and asked your uncle Lin to help me with Chinese medicine. I was in good health. How could I get sick?"
Zhong Qiao smiled, but was planning something in his mind.
Since he had been given this chronic poison three years ago, it could only mean that it was someone close to him. Moreover, this drug was imported from abroad and ordinary people had no access to it. Zhong Qiao raised his eyelids, and the figure in his mind swayed, gradually condensing into a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
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