Chapter 42 A bright red handprint appeared on An Rourou's face.
The situation took such a rapid turn that many people's suspicious gazes were still fixed on Gu Shaohong's face.
Gu Shaohong was almost furious at the stares. How could he possibly be the one to poison him? His intended culprit—his dance partner—was now far away, pretending not to know him.
That damned Fu Jinzhi! What a vicious heart he has, actually trying to poison his own wife and frame him!
Gu Shaohong, who had recently tried to kill Wen Yao, now sincerely exclaimed: Thank goodness Wen Yao didn't really get into trouble, thank God!
After gulping down a few more mouthfuls of water, Wen Yao cleared her throat and looked at An Rourou, "It's really strange, I only added a small packet of white sugar, how come it's so sweet?"
"However, Miss An, this wine glass does not contain any deadly poison that can kill instantly."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to stand here properly, right?"
No, how could that be?
An Rourou's face was now deathly pale. She was certain that she had sprinkled the poison into the cup, but how come Wen Yao was completely unharmed?
Could there really be a problem with her medical skills? No, this is her only reliable skill; there's absolutely no problem!
“I suggested to Miss An before that she take the medical licensing exam, but it seems you didn’t take it to heart.”
After experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions in a short period of time, Fu Jinzhi's patience was running out, and he was too lazy to maintain basic social etiquette.
His cello-like elegant voice was cold and sarcastic: "I'm not afraid of people who lack ability, I'm afraid of people who only have a superficial understanding but pretend to be experts, talking nonsense."
It was quite obvious that he was mocking An Rourou for pretending to know everything and being self-righteous.
An Rou Rou trembled as she was stung by the harsh words, overwhelmed by shame, resentment, and heartbreak.
The guests who had been watching began to whisper among themselves, each word and glance like a sharp blade, cutting deeply into An Rou Rou's heart.
This is exactly what Wen Yao suffered in the original story, and the treatment she received was even more cruel.
But when the same thing happened to An Rourou, she was not as able to withstand the pressure as Wen Yao in the original work.
An Rou Rou felt extremely helpless. She scanned the crowd, trying to find a god who could save her.
But Fu Jinzhi looked at her with such coldness.
She looked at Zhao Guang, whom she had once saved, but Zhao Guang avoided her gaze.
Zhao Guang was certainly not an ungrateful person, but he needed some time to sort out his thoughts.
On the day he returned to China, he didn't go home or contact his friends. Instead, he went back to his high school to reminisce about the past.
For some unknown reason, he suddenly suffered arrhythmia and fainted, nearly dying suddenly.
An Rourou happened to be passing by and cured him with a few silver needles. From then on, he had great faith in An Rourou's medical skills and introduced her to some powerful and wealthy patients.
His brother hosted a welcome banquet for him last time, and he was late because he wanted to help An Rourou get out of the medical dispute.
According to An Rourou, she was a passerby who kindly helped the child who suddenly fell ill, but unfortunately, she was unable to save him and was then subjected to unreasonable demands for high compensation from the child's parents.
Looking back now, the parents' despair seemed genuine. From beginning to end, they only cried and complained that An Rou Rou had delayed the best time for their child's treatment, without ever asking for money.
But at the time, he was obsessed with believing that An Rourou must have given the child the best treatment.
Now, An Rourou's medical skills are not as omnipotent as he imagined.
Zhao Guang felt uneasy. Could it be that An Rourou indirectly caused the death of that child?
Seeing that Zhao Guang avoided her gaze, An Rourou felt a surge of resentment. What an ingrate! She should have let Zhao Guang die on the road!
She had completely forgotten that she hadn't originally intended to help Zhao Guang, but only went to treat him after hearing someone mention his identity.
An Rourou finally fixed her gaze on Gu Shaohong. She knew that Gu Shaohong had always disliked Senior Fu, and Wen Yao had just made him lose face so badly.
Perhaps only he has the ability and the willingness to help her.
Gu Shaohong, who was being looked at by An Rourou, was speechless: Please, who are you?
Many people already suspected that he was involved in this farce, and now An Rourou is looking at him. What else could it be but deliberately trying to harm him?
Neuropathy!
Gu Shaohong turned his head away from An Rourou and noticed that his dance partner, who had previously been hiding far away, had somehow returned to his side, looking shy and innocent, as if he had never left.
If Wen Yao knew what Gu Shaohong's dance partner had done, she would definitely applaud and cheer for her:
An emperor who curries favor with the powerful, a king who seeks profit and avoids harm, a madman who flatters and fawns!
Gu Shaohong's turning of his head seemed to sever An Rourou's last shred of life; she could no longer think of anyone else in the room who could help her.
But An Rourou was, after all, the indomitable heroine of the novel. After a brief moment of despair, she thought of the simplest way to escape.
The next second, An Rourou bit her tongue hard, and instantly turned as white as a sheet of paper in the face of excruciating pain. Her body began to tremble violently as if she had been electrocuted, and her hands twitched slightly as if she was trying to grab something.
Finally, with a loud "thud," it fell heavily to the ground, motionless, as if all its life force had been drained away.
An Rou Rou fainted.
The first to react was actually Gu Shaohong, whose eyelids twitched wildly.
What does this woman mean? She fainted right after seeing him, isn't that just throwing mud at him?
He is never afraid to do evil, nor is he afraid of what others will say, but that doesn't mean he's willing to take the blame for others!
Gu Shaohong's feet were still aching. He reached out and slapped his dance partner twice, his eyes full of threat.
Her dance partner gave an awkward laugh. She knew she had offended Gu Shaohong badly today and had to go up and make amends, otherwise it would be difficult for her to survive in S City in the future.
So she smoothed her hair down and, like an elderly person cutting in line to buy tickets, pushed the crowd to the left and right, slowly making her way to An Rourou's side.
"Excuse me, everyone, make way! I know first aid!!!"
In fact, many people present knew some first aid methods, but since someone volunteered, they gave up their seats.
Gu Shaohong's dance partner plopped down on An Rourou, but since she only weighed 90 pounds, An Rourou, who was pretending to be unconscious, was able to remain still.
But her dance partner immediately breathed on her hand, swung his hand, and slapped her hard across the face, leaving a bright red handprint on An Rourou's fair face.
The loud "smack" made the eyelids of those around him twitch.
No, this is all the first aid you know? What kind of quack medicine is this!
An Rou Rou herself was in so much pain that her breath hitched for a second, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the ground.
As if sensing the fear of those around them, the dance partner smiled shyly, "Sorry, I used the wrong technique when I was nervous."
Her dance partner secretly admired her, knowing that An Rourou was faking fainting.
After all, she's an expert at acting weak and vulnerable, so how could An Rou Rou's little tricks fool her?
If An Rourou still doesn't wake up, don't blame her for using real kung fu!
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