Destiny Blessed Girl

Chapter 610 Poisoning
Everyone looked over, and saw that the person who ran to their booth and pointed at Gu Zhian to sell fake prices was the middle-aged man who had bought two detoxification pills earlier.

And the one who followed the middle-aged man was the steward in charge of maintaining order in the trading room.

The two stewards glanced at the empty booth, then sized up Gu Zhian and the others, and then asked, "Has he ever bought medicine from you?"

Gu Zhian nodded, "I bought two detoxification pills."

The steward said again: "He said your medicine is fake, can you admit it?"

Gu Zhian immediately shook his head, "My medicine can't be fake, every pill is made by myself."

The middle-aged man immediately yelled, "You fart, my brother took your medicine, not only did he not get detoxified, but he was poisoned even more deeply. This person is almost dying. What else do you have to say?"

Gu Zhian didn't panic at all, and asked calmly: "What kind of poison is your brother?"

The middle-aged man frowned coldly: "What does it have to do with you?"

Gu Zhian said: "You say my medicine is fake, of course I have the right to know the situation, I can't let you pour dirty water on me, can I?"

The middle-aged man pointed at Gu Zhian and yelled, "Who are you talking about splashing dirty water? What the hell am I—"

Chu Yuanyan grabbed the hand pointing at Gu Zhi'an and twisted it lightly, the pain made the man grin his teeth and couldn't speak a whole sentence.

"Keep your mouth clean. Also, speak as you speak, and don't point at people casually. Didn't your parents teach you etiquette?" Chu Yuanyan's voice was extremely cold, and he could even hear the restraint and forbearance in his voice.

Gu Zhian always had a faint smile on his face, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him calmly, "Can we talk properly now?"

The middle-aged man didn't dare to say no, and nodded repeatedly.

Chu Yuanyan let go of his hand, took a step back, and retreated to Gu Zhian's side.

"Let me ask you again, what kind of poison is in your brother?"

The middle-aged man had a pale face, and the pain in his wrist made him dare not speak wild words, but his eyes rolled quickly, and he faltered, "It's the kind of poison you said could be cured."

"What?" Gu Zhian asked.

The middle-aged man glanced at the wooden sign that was thrown aside, his eyes lit up, and he said immediately: "Mongolian medicine, my brother just took the Mongolian medicine, and now after taking your detoxification pill, he is almost out of breath. Where are you?" The antidote pill is clearly a poison pill."

As soon as Gu Zhian saw this man's flickering eyes, he knew that this man was dishonest, so how could he easily believe his words, and immediately asked, "Where are your brothers?"

The middle-aged man showed vigilance on his face, "Why are you asking my brother? Didn't you hurt him enough?"

Gu Zhi'an almost became angry, "I have to see what's going on with him now to know if what you said is true, right? You can't convict me just by talking about it?"

The two market managers next to the middle-aged man also felt that Gu Zhian's words were reasonable, and immediately said: "Hurry up and say it, do you really want to wait until someone dies?"

The middle-aged man had no choice but to point out, "It's just outside."

So Gu Zhi'an and the others followed the middle-aged man out, and many people who liked to join in the fun followed. Even the few stall owners around didn't even bother to set up their stalls, so they packed their bags and followed the past with their things.

Walking out of the trading room, there was indeed a person lying at the door, but this person was covered with clothes and his head and face could not be seen, so no one noticed that there was something wrong with this person.

Gu Zhian stepped forward and tore off the clothes that covered the man's head and face. He turned out to be a young man in his early twenties, with a blue face and dark purple lips. He breathed in less and breathed out more. It was exactly as the middle-aged man said, with only one breath left. .

Gu Zhian grasped the pulse of the young man's wrist, listened carefully, let go after a while, turned to the middle-aged man and asked, "You said he was poisoned by Mongolian sweat medicine?"

(End of this chapter)