Ye Qingqing was still in class when she received a call from Mao Fangfei, who asked her for the antidote, which startled Ye Qingqing.
"Who got poisoned? It wasn't you, was it? You weren't wearing gloves to work?" Ye Qingqing asked repeatedly, very worried.
Otherwise, why would she need an antidote? Ye Qingqing was worried that Mao Fangfei had been poisoned by corpse poison. Forensic doctors deal with dead people all day long. If the person had just died, it would be fine.
However, many of the corpses are highly decomposed, not only smelling foul but also containing cadaveric toxins. If you are not careful, you can get infected, which can be extremely harmful to your health.
"It wasn't me. I'm very careful at work. It was my mother-in-law," Mao Fangfei said with a hint of helplessness.
Right now, she should be on the train to Lijiang with Fang Yanming, and they would be able to see the beautiful Lijiang in two days. But now, it seems that her wish will be dashed again.
Upon hearing that it wasn't Mao Fangfei who was poisoned, Ye Qingqing immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still puzzled. "Your mother-in-law seemed perfectly fine yesterday, how could she have been poisoned overnight?"
"He ate rat poison," Mao Fangfei said calmly.
Ye Qingqing was startled. Holy crap, they're really going for it!
"Why did you take rat poison? To threaten you and Brother Fang?"
"Well, it's hard to say over the phone. I'll pick you up from school. She absolutely refuses to go to the hospital. I washed her stomach and intestines with soapy water. It would be best to use your antidote to clear away any remaining toxins."
Ye Qingqing was no longer worried after hearing that Mao Fangfei had already taken action; it shouldn't be too serious. Compared to the old woman's health, she was more interested in why the old woman had taken rat poison.
"You don't need to pick me up, I'm coming over now."
Mao Fangfei laughed, "You skipped class again."
Ye Qingqing coughed a few times. "I'll be sleeping in Mao Zedong Thought class anyway. I'll be there in an hour."
After telling Ruan Yingzi, she took a taxi to Fang Yanming's residence. Fang Yanming's house is located in a somewhat remote area now, and the taxi fare cost Ye Qingqing several tens of yuan. However, in ten years it will be a prime location. She bought five houses in this community, and Lu Mo also bought several, all of which are being held in anticipation of appreciation.
Mao Fangfei opened the door, and before she even entered the house, she heard Old Mrs. Fang's wailing. Although her voice was hoarse, it was still quite strong. She guessed that the rat poison was a counterfeit product, and that she would be fine even if she didn't take her antidote.
"I won't take my medicine. If you don't go back to your hometown for the banquet, I won't take my medicine. Just let me die..."
"Mom, have you made a scene yet? Fangfei and I were supposed to go on vacation to the south today. We had already booked our train tickets. Because of your fuss, our train tickets are wasted, and we've lost several hundred yuan. What are you making such a fuss about!"
Fang Yanming's tone was both helpless and somewhat impatient. If he had known his parents were so unreasonable, he would have preferred not to have brought them over. As a result, he hadn't had a full night's sleep this month, and his wife had suffered along with them.
The old lady was stunned for a moment, somewhat unable to believe that her usually filial son was now yelling at her with an impatient look on his face. Overwhelmed with grief, she burst into tears.
"You've forgotten your mother now that you have a wife! Now that you're successful, you look down on your father and me! You heartless bastard! Even though you live in a big city now and have a big city residency permit, your roots are still in your hometown. You didn't listen to us when you got married, and you still don't listen to us when you hold the wedding banquet. You won't even go back to your hometown! You ungrateful wretch..."
The old lady would curse and cry at the same time, her voice rising and falling like a funeral dirge. If it weren't for the inappropriate timing, Ye Qingqing would have liked to grab a small stool, some melon seeds, and watch the spectacle.
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