Nongmen tranquility

Chapter 350 You Hammer

"Poison your hammer, hurry up and invite the doctor."

An An really wanted to pry the man's head off.

Fortunately, Ning Fangyuan's sudden dizzy feeling was only for a short while. Although he still felt a little uncomfortable, his mind was clear, and he ordered the man sharply, "Don't invite the doctor as Miss An An ordered. .”

"Father."

The subordinate half knelt, but stared at An An and refused to leave, obviously he didn't trust An An.

An An: "..."

Ning Fangyuan took a deep breath, "Yilan, if you see you being rude to Miss An An again, you don't have to follow me anymore."

Seeing that Ning Fangyuan was really angry, Yilan was also afraid that something might happen to his master, so he gave An An a warning look, and ran out quickly.

Go out and ask the doctor.

Zhuangzi had already raised a doctor, and soon Yilan arrived at the doctor's residence, no matter what happened, he pulled the doctor and flew up.

After Yilan left, Ning Fangyuan straightened up, as if he was alone, stretched the corners of his clothes, and looked graceful.

If she hadn't seen Ning Fangyuan spurt a mouthful of blood with her own eyes, An An would not have believed it.

He was very apologetic, "I'm sorry, I ruined a good painting of yours."

Ning Fangyuan, who had slowed down, was still as gentle and polite as before, but because there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his lips, his complexion was paler than usual, and he felt a different flavor.

People are like demons in paintings, drunk with a smile!

This poem popped out of An An's mind.

She shook her head, "It's okay, you can paint again."

Inspiration is only in a moment, and the artistic conception can be drawn without talking about painting.

Very few masters can draw the artistic conception.

Moreover, the number is very small, and they are basically family heirlooms that are not rumored.

Ning Fangyuan stared at the blood-stained painting very reluctantly, "The painting can be painted again, but the artistic conception is no longer there."

"Your body is more important." An An persuaded.

While speaking, Yilan had brought the doctor into the door, "Master, the doctor is here."

Ning Fangyuan's symptoms were still on the way, so Yilan told the doctor.

The doctor didn't dare to delay, so he came up directly to check Ning Fangyuan's pulse.

After closing his eyes for a while, he opened them leisurely.

"Master, you must have been poisoned."

Ning Fang was far from surprised, but somewhat surprised.

No surprise because, for no reason, he suddenly vomited blood.

It was an accident, but he couldn't figure out when he was poisoned.

"Poisoned?" There was no panic on his face, he tapped two fingers on the table, and asked leisurely, "What poison?"

Yilan glared at An An, obviously suspicious of An An.

If it wasn't for the protection of the master, he would definitely go up and catch this girl and force her to question her.

The doctor's face was very serious.

"Although the old man is a doctor, he has made some achievements in the art of disease, but he is not good at the art of poison. When talking about poisoning, he guessed it based on experience, and he doesn't know what the poison is."

"But it's fatal?"

"I can't see the clues, it seems that the poison has no effect on the body, but it seems that the poisonous thread is eating away at the five internal organs of my body. What's even more strange is that when I just got on the door of Ye's veins, Probably because of the attack just now, there was still a little trace, but later, there was no trace, no trace of poisoning at all."

What quack?
Everything depends on guessing, for a while it seems to be fine, and for a while it seems to be something, and there is no trace at all. He thought that thing was a living thing that drilled into his body?

An An really wanted to hit him with a mallet.

(End of this chapter)