The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Old Sir Song trembled violently and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting were both stunned.

Vomiting blood?!

This doesn't make sense.

Wasn't it a stroke?

"Doctor, what's going on?"

Song Qingyun anxiously looked at the doctor.

The doctor looked at the old man, also clearly flustered, "I don't know, this shouldn't be happening. He shouldn't be vomiting blood, I didn't hit any critical acupuncture points!"

Mr. Feng, who was also in the ward, had an uneasy expression. If something happened to Old Sir Song, he wouldn't know how to explain it.

He was the one who brought this doctor here.

"Hurry up and check him!"

Song Qingcheng grabbed the doctor and pointed at his father.

Old Sir Song was now convulsing violently, practically curling into a ball, vomiting blood in large amounts.

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the blood, and her vision darkened.

The blood was black.

Poisoning!

The doctor, under Song Qingcheng's grip, suddenly collapsed and couldn't get up.

His face turned black, and he stopped breathing altogether.

This sudden turn of events shocked everyone.

"Call a doctor to come immediately for emergency treatment, and also call the police."

Jiang Xiaoxiao checked the acupuncturist's eyelids on the floor. The person was almost in shock, with a high probability of death.

"This doctor seems to be poisoned."

This sentence left everyone stunned. The doctor had actually been poisoned to death.

Song Qingyun and the others immediately turned to look at the old man. The doctor was poisoned, what about the old man?

Could it be that the old man was also poisoned when he vomited blood?

Everyone's heart was clouded, suspecting someone might be targeting the old man.

Over the years, the old man had offended quite a few people, some who wished he were dead.

But who would be so vile, knowing the old man had a stroke, to tamper with the doctor?

"Stop staring. The old man's condition might very well be due to tampering with the acupuncture or poisoning. Quickly get a doctor to save him, there might still be hope."

Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the speechless people in the room, almost rolling her eyes.

Why were they just standing around with that look? Something had happened, action needed to be taken quickly.

If they delayed any further, the old man could easily meet a mishap.

She couldn't just watch the old man die, so without a word, she went to the side and grabbed an enamel tea mug.

Taking advantage of no one paying attention, she pulled out a bottle from her backpack and poured some peach juice into the tea mug.

However, this peach juice looked frightening; who wouldn't find purple peach juice alarming?

Initially, she intended to wait a bit. If acupuncture could cure the old man's stroke, just a little of this peach juice would suffice as a timely aid.

She wouldn't have to worry about any mishaps with the old man, but judging by the current situation, the old man was poisoned.

His face was turning blue, lips so black they could hardly be seen, and he continuously vomited blood.

There was no need to guess; the old man was facing both stroke and poison, probably with problematic acupuncture points.

The old man was in dire straits.

If she continued to stand by, waiting for a doctor to rescue him, even if he were saved, his stroke would only worsen, not lighten.

Someone clearly didn't want the old man to recover.

They tried to achieve their objective in both ways: if the poison didn't kill him, it would at least keep him bedridden for life.

The objective would definitely be achieved this way.

Song Qingyun immediately realized, right, given the old man's current condition, why wasn't he urgently calling for a doctor?

Knowing someone was targeting the old man, remaining inactive would mean they were aiding the villain.

Hurriedly, a few people started taking action; Old Mrs. Song and Feng Zaisan rushed to the old man's side, beginning a detailed examination.

After all, they were both doctors.

"It's poisoning, there should be poison on those acupuncture needles, which seeped into the bloodstream when inserted into the skin."

Feng Zaisan examined the acupuncture marks left on the old man's body.

Since the acupuncturist collapsed, they had quickly removed the acupuncture needles.

At this point, with no unexpected incidents allowed for the old man, the removal of the needles made it immediately clear how the poisoning occurred.

Old Mrs. Song looked serious, as both knew it was poisoning, but the old man's condition showed clear signs of cyanide poisoning, which leads to rapid death.

The perpetrator didn't leave any room for recovery.

This was a fatal strike.

Even if the doctors arrived, hope was slim.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was about to step forward with the tea mug.

Song Moting snatched the tea mug from her hand.

Glancing at Jiang Xiaoxiao.

That look made Jiang Xiaoxiao feel like her disguise was thoroughly shattered.

"Song Moting, what are you doing? Given your grandpa's condition, he's vomiting blood over there, and everyone is worried. You're still holding a tea mug to feed him water, is your brain flooded?"

Song Qinghe, full of anger, looked at Song Moting with deep disappointment.

Old Mrs. Song lifted her head, looking at her grandson. She understood he wasn't someone who did careless things. If he brought the tea mug over, there must be a reason.

"Moting, come here."

Song Moting didn't explain, but handed over the tea mug.

"Grandma, this is peach juice made from Xiaoxiao's improved family secret recipe. It has some detoxifying properties. Given the current situation, please try it. When we were on the mountain, someone got bitten by a cobra on the farm.

They drank this peach juice and immediately felt relief, making subsequent medical treatment easy without any aftereffects.

We brought this peach juice today to give to my father-in-law and mother-in-law. My father-in-law was recently stung by a centipede and hasn't recovered well. The medicinal wine at home has long been depleted, and Xiaoxiao and I were going to deliver this.

Who knew grandpa would end up like this, so let's use it for him first."

Jiang Xiaoxiao coughed several times, almost catching her breath.

Good!

Song Moting was even better at making things up than she was.

Her peach juice was just ordinary peach juice; how did it become a family secret recipe?

When did the Jiang family have an elusive ancestor?

And now centipedes and cobras are involved.

Pulled her father into this as well.

How did she not know the upright and gentle Brother Song had this ability?

This lie was told without blushing, without skipping a heartbeat, without blinking.

The problem was, the explanation was flawless.

Covered all her loopholes.

Jiang Xiaoxiao strongly suspected that Song Moting had long seen through her ruse and seemed to be specifically covering for her.

Old Mrs. Song took the peach juice and was about to feed it to the old man.

Song Qinghe and Feng Zaisan quickly stopped her.

"Mom, dad has reached this point, you can't mess around. Those so-called family secret recipes are all scams. Aren't you afraid it'll make dad's situation worse if he drinks it?"

"Old Meng, you'd better let me check this peach juice first. Old Song's current condition really can't afford random treatments. If it backfires, it might provoke its toxicity and make things worse."

Feng Zaisan didn't outright deny it, but being cautious wasn't wrong. Mainly, he didn't believe in so-called secret remedies since many people use them to deceive others, and the ingredients have no medicinal properties.

The old man's current condition couldn't tolerate any delays because it might be fatal.

Old Mrs. Song shook her head, "Don't say anything more. I trust Xiaoxiao's secret remedy. The family's secret medicinal wine is a marvel; all the old ailments in the old man's body improved after drinking Xiaoxiao's secret medicinal wine."

Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes turned red. Old Mrs. Song trusted her too much.

This trust surpassed their relationship, and Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a strong sense of gratitude for being understood.