After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

Song had never expected that a bell-ringing doctor could actually practice martial arts, and was very surprised: "Doctor Jiang is really amazing."

Jiang Hao, however, responded with a simple move: "Without any self-defense skills, I would have died countless times in situations like this."

What matters right now is not whether the bell-ringing doctor knows martial arts, but the person who poisoned the patient.

Since Hongmei was a maid serving Aunt Hui, Aunt Hui was naturally involved.

As soon as Aunt Hui entered the room, Song angrily slapped her twice: "You are such a traitor, you actually want to kill the master. What good will it do you to kill the master, huh?!"

Song was really furious. It was so hard to find someone to treat Jiang Huaiqing, but who knew there would be a thief in the house.

Aunt Hui did not argue after being beaten and remained the same as before. Seeing this, Mrs. Song became even more furious.

After Hongmei was caught, she looked like she was ready to die.

Seeing that Song's scolding was getting off the point, Jiang Hao said at the right time: "Madam, fortunately Lord Jiang is fine. Why don't we detain him first and let him interrogate him personally after he recovers? Now, it's better not to disturb Lord's rest."

"Yes, ma'am, the man has been caught anyway, and the master's health is the most important thing now."

Mother Bian echoed Jiang Hao's words and persuaded him.

Song was a woman from the harem, she was mean and cruel, but she knew nothing about trying a case. This matter concerned Jiang Huaiqing's life and the fate of their family, so she naturally didn't dare to deal with the two casually.

The most important thing is that no matter how stupid the Song family was, they realized that there might be a bigger secret behind this incident.

"Put them both in jail."

Song thought that once they were put into the county jail, there would be jailers guarding them all day long, and it would be impossible for the two to escape.

Soon, the two were taken away.

Jiang Huaiqing just can't speak and can't move, but his hearing is good and his brain can think normally.

Every word from the outer room reached his ears. He was shocked and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, his eyes red with anger.

Why did Aunt Hui poison herself? Why did she want to die?

If she hadn't sold herself to bury her father, and I hadn't felt sorry for her and bought her back and made her my wife, she might have been sold to a brothel.

Not reconciled!

Jiang Huaiqing was unwilling to accept what Aunt Hui had done.

Jiang Hao entered the room and saw him screaming “Ahhhhh” and trying to say something but couldn't utter a single word. Saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he looked as embarrassed as he could be.

This scene is surprisingly soothing and pleasing to the eyes.

Really interesting.

"Jiang Huaiqing, you never thought this day would come, did you?"

Jiang Hao turned her back to the crowd, slowly inserted the silver needle in her hand into Jiang Huaiqing's Shui Gou acupoint, and asked in a low voice in her own voice.

When Jiang Huaiqing heard Jiang Hao's voice and looked at the person in front of him who didn't look like Jiang Hao at all, he suddenly screamed "Ahhh" in excitement.

Ginger is good!

How could ginger be good!

Jiang Huaiqing stared at the middle-aged man who was still sticking needles into her body, her eyes almost popping out. She wished she could stare holes in him to see who he really was.

Aunt Ru frowned when she heard Jiang Huaiqing's frantic voice, and said in fear: "Doctor Jiang, what happened to the master?"

Jiang Hao continued to insert the needle into the Jiquan acupoint and replied with a smile: "Maybe he got angry, it's okay."

Upon hearing that everything was fine, Aunt Ru breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Afterwards, she asked Aunt Wan to watch over her while she took a nap.

"Jiang Huaiqing, everything your family owes Jiang Hao must be repaid double."

Jiang Hao inserted the last needle into the Chize acupoint and bent down slightly. The sound floated into Jiang Huaiqing's ears like a ghost.