Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 156
Feng Qian squatted down, looked carefully, her brows became tighter and tighter, after a long time, she slowly got up and said, "I think, I should know the reason of your brother's illness."

Han Linyue was surprised, and then showed joy.

When the two returned to the young master's ward, Feng Qian walked to the door alone and said loudly, "Master Han, I'm Feng Qian, can I have a chat with you alone?"

There was a moment of silence in the room, then there was a sudden bang, something slammed on the door, followed by a young man's weak voice: "Go! I don't want you to see a doctor for me!"

Feng Qian pursed her lips and murmured, "Okay, you don't want to talk to me, so it's okay if you listen to me?"

There was another cold snort in the room, but he stopped talking.

Feng Qianhun didn't care, and then said: "Like you, I am also a spiritual chef! Just now your sister showed me your spiritual material field, I admire your perseverance and wisdom, and you want to cultivate so many Spiritual materials are not easy!"

Another cold snort came from the room, but it was obviously proud.

Feng Qian's tone changed: "Until I saw that acre of red grain rice, I changed my opinion. I think you are just a lover of spiritual cooking with a vain reputation. You don't understand spiritual materials at all!"

Taifu Han and Linyue Han behind them both gasped, showing concern.

What the young master is most proud of in his life is the field of spiritual materials that he carefully cultivated, but now some people say that he doesn't understand spiritual materials, so it's no wonder he isn't angry!
Sure enough, the door was slammed down again, and the young master roared angrily: "You don't understand spiritual materials! I plant and cultivate every spiritual material strictly according to their habits and characteristics. Problem! Especially that mu of red grain rice took me a lot of energy and painstaking efforts. Because of the imbalance between the north and the south, I guarded them almost day and night, observing their changes at any time, and taking protective measures in time. Let them adapt to the soil and temperature here, and grow rice! Now you actually say that I don't understand spiritual materials, if you can't explain why, I, I will..."

Feng Qian sneered: "What about you? You are a dying person, what can you do to me?"

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Through a door, she could feel his despair and sadness.

Taifu Han felt sorry for his grandson, and couldn't help interjecting: "Miss Feng, Qiu'er is pitiful enough, why do you still..."

Feng Qian raised her hand and interrupted him: "What I'm saying is the truth, isn't it? He has already given up treatment, so why should he care about the life and death of those spiritual materials? It just withered, and no one will care about those spiritual materials in the future, and it turned into a wasteland in the end, tsk tsk, what a pity to think about it!"

Hearing the sound of beating coming from the house, she suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, and sighed, "If I told you that the cause of your illness was the acre of red rice you guarded day and night, would you believe it?"

The sound of knocking stopped, and the young master asked in a questioning voice: "How is it possible?"

Feng Qian said: "Of course it is possible! And I can tell you with certainty that the reason for your illness comes from it!"

As soon as the words came out, Han Taifu, Han Linyue and the doctor were also stunned, unbelievable.

After a long period of silence in the room, the young master said again: "Why?"

Feng Qian said surprisingly: "Because, you are not sick, but poisoned!"

It was another thunderbolt!
The three of Taifu Han were shocked.

The doctor was the first to speak: "Poisoned? How is it possible? I haven't detected any signs of poisoning at all?"

Taifu Han also said: "Yes, could there be a mistake?"

Feng Qian shook her head: "I can't make a mistake, the young master is poisoned!"

The crowd was astonished.

Inside the house, the young master was also shocked, he struggled to get up from the bed, and asked, "What kind of poison have I been poisoned by?"

Feng Qian said leisurely: "You always thought that what you asked your friend to bring back from Nanyan Kingdom was red rice?"

"Isn't it?" asked the young master.

Feng Qian replied: "Of course not! And it's a big mistake!"

The young master asked unconvinced: "Where is the mistake?"

Feng Qian said: "What your friend brought back for you is not red grain rice at all, but a poisonous snake mist cloud rice!"

"Snake mist cloud rice?" The young master was surprised.

Feng Qian explained: "Snake mist cloud rice looks very similar to red grain rice in appearance, but snake mist cloud rice is poisonous, and it is most favored by female snakes, so it is named snake mist cloud rice. .”

"Snake Mist Yunmi? So it's Snake Mist Yunmi?" The young master murmured to himself, still not recovering from the shock.

Feng Qian paused, and then said: "You guard Snake Wuyunmi day and night, and you are inevitably contaminated with the poisonous gas on it, which is why you fell ill! Snake Wuyunmi is rich in a lot of estrogen, so it attracts The female snake loves it, but if a man is poisoned by the snake mist and cloud rice, then... then he will develop female characteristics that are different from male characteristics..."

Speaking of this, she probably understood why the young master insisted on not letting her go in to see a doctor, and also understood the reason why Taifu Han and Ms. Han refused to tell the young master's illness, because this illness was too difficult to talk about.

In the room, there was a faint sobbing sound suddenly, it was an emotion that burst out after being suppressed for too long!
Not long after, the young master calmed down, and said in a calm tone: "Miss Feng, come in, please help me heal my illness!"

The young master finally let go.

Both Taifu Han and Linyue Han were overjoyed.

I didn't expect this windy girl to be really capable!

Feng Qian opened the door and walked into the room. The room was dimly lit, the windows were closed, and there was a smell of medicine everywhere, as well as a decaying smell, which made people feel desperate.

Staying in such a darkened room for a long time, even a normal person will get sick, let alone a patient who suffers from a strange disease and is increasingly oppressed psychologically?
After sweeping around for a week, she raised her eyes and looked in the direction of the bed. There was a thick curtain hanging in front of the bed, and there was a figure shaking inside.

She walked over, but before she got close to the bed, the person inside suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"

His voice hesitated: "I'm really poisoned, isn't... isn't it a freak?"

Feng Qian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood, she said decisively: "I promise, you are just poisoned, and I can detoxify you. But I have to check your condition first, and I can prescribe you the medicine after confirmation."

The person behind the tent became short of breath, and his voice trembled slightly: "Then...then can you guarantee that you won't laugh at me after seeing my appearance?"

Feng Qian suddenly burst out laughing: "Laugh? You're hiding inside, cowering, I want to laugh more, okay?"

"You..." The person in the tent was annoyed.

Hearing this, Mrs. Han was in a hurry, and was about to go in and tell her, but Han Linyue stopped him in time and shook her head at him.

(End of this chapter)