The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Chapter 214 It turns out it can be so fragrant

"That's not clear. People in the gambling house said that he smashed things as soon as he entered without saying anything. I guess his young man may have lost money in the gambling house, and maybe even his life. That Baotai gambling house is a black market, setting up traps to cheat people, and has harmed many people."

Jing Muyang narrowed his eyes. It was the twenty-second day of the first lunar month of the year before last. The prime minister's eldest daughter died on that day. The beastly father and son lost everything after gambling all night, and went back to beat, scold, and torture her until she died.

Now considering the reaction of the Ghost Hand Doctor, he probably knew that Miss Zhenlifu was dead, and he cried bitterly because he might have thought that it was his granddaughter who died!

The reason why he did not go to the prince's mansion afterwards was because he knew that Chu Jian was not the daughter of the prime minister.

He has nothing to do with the Prime Minister, but he is so sad because of the Prime Minister's daughter. This can only mean that the Ghost Hand Doctor is really as Chu Jian said, and he is her grandfather in the Namo world.

"Your Highness Prince Zhan, is there something you haven't said?" Mr. Fang Lin looked at Jing Muyang's thoughtful face and suddenly became angry. Jing Muyang must have something he didn't say.

"Yes, I just found out. After seeing this painting, Chu Jian told me that the Ghost Hand Doctor Chu Anxin might be her grandfather."

"What? Ghost Hand is her grandfather? The girl remembered it herself? She remembered things from the past?" Mr. Fang Lin did not expect this.

"No, she just recognized that the painting was hers, and her very skilled surgical skills were probably taught by the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor."

Mr. Fanglin, Dean He and even Mr. Yun were all shocked. When they first saw her, it turned out to be the granddaughter of Ghost Hand Chu Anxin?

"What else did she say?" Mr. Fanglin asked.

"No, I didn't have time..." The scene of vomiting blood when he first saw it flashed before Jing Muyang's eyes, and he was so heartbroken that his eyes couldn't help but become wet again.

"Abba Abba, Abba Abba..." Siming, who had been quiet for a while, started humming again. Jing Muyang turned his head away. Siming kicked her legs and looked at him, giggling.

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Qingye came over with the medicine bowl.

"My Lord, the young master's medicine."

Everyone looked at Mr. Fang Lin, then at Jing Muyang, and then at Siming, whose eyes were still red but who kept smiling.

“King of War…” Mr. Fanglin sighed.

Jing Muyang also sighed. He had no choice but to believe Bai Lishang and said, "Drink it. Feed it to Siming."

Mr. Fanglin picked up Siming and sat down aside. He took the spoon, scooped a small spoonful, blew it carefully, hesitated for a long time, sighed heavily, and fed it into Siming's mouth as if he had made up his mind.

The medicine was sweet, but Siming didn't resist it at all. He even danced with joy and quickly finished the bowl of medicine.

Jing Muyang lay there, feeling heartbroken. He was not sure whether he could trust Bai Lishaang. If what Bai Lishaang said was false, it would mean that he had killed his own child with his own hands.

Everyone in the room looked at Siming. Siming clapped his hands, looked around, and babbled to himself. There was nothing unusual, just like when they first met.

"Siming, Siming..." Jing Muyang struggled to get up.

Could it be that Bai Lishang was lying to him again? He was so scared. If there was no reaction after taking the medicine, would it be the same as when they first met?

Mr. Fanglin was also very panicked.

"Give it to me, give it to me, give Siming to me!" Jing Muyang sat up with the help of Qinglin and stretched out his hand to Mr. Fanglin, tears flowing like crazy.

His wife had just been taken away and her life or death was unknown. If something happened to his son too, how would he bear it?

What else could Mr. Fang Lin do? He could do nothing. The medicine had already been taken, and Siming could only leave it to fate. He stood up and handed Siming to Jing Muyang's arms.

Jing Muyang looked at this person who looked 90% like him. He hadn't hugged this little person enough, so how could he bear to let her go.

Jing Muyang buried his head in Siming's neck sadly. He wanted to smell the scent of his son carefully and remember it well.

"Hehe, Aba Aba, Baba Baba..."

Jing Muyang's interaction made Siming kick his legs more lively. His little hands grabbed Jing Muyang's ears and touched them again and again with great curiosity.

The only sounds in the whole room were Siming's babbling and his cheerful giggles, and everyone present was moved to tears.

Jing Muyang raised his head and stroked Siming's little face. This little guy is a happy guy and is always so cheerful.

Siming reached out his hand and touched Jing Muyang's nose, mouth, and eyebrows. He clapped his hands happily and touched his face again, making "baba" sounds all the time.

The more Siming acted like this, the sadder Jing Muyang became. His eyes were already blurred with tears, and Siming had wiped them all over his face.

He really regretted not waiting until Lixia, and he really regretted not digging deeper into Chu Jian's life experience. He really regretted it so much...

Siming was laughing happily when suddenly his body stiffened. His eyebrows were squeezed together, and he made a painful expression. His chest heaved and he made a belching sound.

"Siming, Siming..." Jing Muyang patted his back nervously and held him horizontally in his arms. He was almost in despair. The scene of vomiting blood when he first saw him came to his mind again.

"Mr. Fang Lin, please think of a solution. Is there any hope? Is there any hope..."

Mr. Fanglin grabbed Siming's wrist and reached forward. Hmm, he just reached forward, Siming suddenly hummed loudly.

With the sound of "Puff...Dudududu..." fart, a foul smell spread. Jing Muyang, who was holding Siming's little butt, successfully caught a hand of the yellow liquid, which flowed out even without the diaper.

"Pull it." The people around were stunned for a moment, and it was still Mr. Yun who said this.

"He has diarrhea, he has diarrhea, Siming has diarrhea!" Mr. Fanglin was so happy that he didn't even bother to check his pulse. "Quick, quick, quick, Mammy, take him over and clean him up."

"It's good that he has defecated, Your Highness Prince Zhan. It means the antidote has taken effect and the young master will be fine soon." Dean He was also happy and hurried out to see the situation.

Jing Muyang's arms felt empty when Siming was taken away. He stared at the filthy hands and cried with joy. It was the first time he felt that stinky poop could be so fragrant.

"Your Highness, please clean it up." Qinglin said softly from the side. Jing Muyang was not only covered in it on his hands, but also on his body.

Jing Muyang, who had difficulty moving, took a lot of effort to clean up and get out. Siming had also cleaned up, but Mr. Fang Lin said that he would still have diarrhea and it might last for two or three days. Although diarrhea would make people weak, these were minor matters and could be recovered.

This made Jing Muyang feel much better. This was the child that Chu Jian had given birth to with all his might. It seemed that Bai Lishang had not lied to him this time, and Siming could be kept.

But, Chu Jian has been taken away, and I don’t know what kind of treatment he will receive. Is there really no other way besides that method?

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