Chang Feng and Mo Chen hadn't come back yet, and the three of them were still silent in the attic upstairs, when they suddenly heard a noise outside.

“…”

“…”

The three of them glanced at each other, and they all got up in unison.

Out of the room, he stood by the handrail and looked at the source of the sound.

There was a table of diners below who were already in a mess, and the shopkeeper and Xiao Er were also beside them, not knowing what to say to a teenager when they were bending over, and there was a boy next to him who seemed to be checking on the diners.

Su Yange took a closer look, but saw that the young man who spoke was Mo Chen, Mo Chen seemed to have a black face, and the other son was naturally Chang Feng.

"Mo Chen? Constant wind? Lu Zhi'an on the side obviously saw it, and couldn't help but wonder for a moment.

"Let's go down and have a look." Xie Qingji also opened his mouth to propose.

Lu Zhian nodded, Su Yange didn't have any opinions, originally because he was too embarrassed in the room just now, otherwise he wouldn't have come out.

Standing below is Mo Chen, how to say that he knows, if he is a person he doesn't know, Su Yange is generally unwilling to meddle in things.

The three of them went downstairs, thanks to the fact that there were many people around, and there were not many people around, so they arrived effortlessly.

"Mo Chen... What's going on? Lu Zhian walked up to Mo Chen and asked softly.

"Childe, this is a black shop, making money and killing people." When Mo Chen saw that his prince was coming, he seemed to have confidence, and said angrily.

Only then did the three of them notice that there was a woman lying on the table, covering her chest, vomiting something from time to time, and there was already some filth on the ground, the smell was unpleasant, and the people around her covered their mouths and noses.

Lu Zhian and Xie Gongzi also frowned when they saw it, but Su Yange looked a little surprised.

"It's like... Poisoning? Chang Feng finished checking the situation and came over to say a word.

"Oops... Several sons, "The shopkeeper who is over half a hundred years old, immediately became anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly bowed and explained

"How many years have we been doing this for many years, how can this kind of thing be done? Besides, we have no enmity with this lady..."

"How did that happen?" Mo Chen felt that the shopkeeper was quibbling

"I just saw it clearly, this dish was brought to this lady and tasted two bites, and then it became like this!"

"That's... Maybe it's something you ate... Not to the appetite for something? The shopkeeper couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his head, and he just felt that he couldn't argue, and he had only been in charge of the store for a week, and this happened...

"You want to hurt my wife!! Blackheart shop! Money! On the side, it should be the husband of this lady, and he also looked angry, pointing to the shopkeeper and saying fiercely.

Lu Zhian frowned, but he couldn't get used to this man's actions in his heart, his wife was already vomiting uncomfortably, and she didn't take care of it, so she only thought about asking for money at the first time.

Su Yange also noticed it, but he didn't want to blame, so as not to get burned, but walked up to the lady with a cup of tea.

"Madame... Rinse your mouth with saliva. Regardless of the filth next to her, Su Yange did not shy away from squatting in front of the woman and handed her the water.

The woman took the water, rinsed her mouth, and vomited the contents of her stomach, looking better, and looked up weakly and said thank you to Su Yange.

"Madam, I know a little bit about medical skills, can I give you a pulse?" Su Yange saw that she was better, but her face was still pale and wanted to show her.

"There's Lao Gongzi." The woman must have been very uncomfortable, and said weakly.

"Offended" Su Yange sat down with the woman, motioning for her to put her left hand on the table and put one hand on her own to check her pulse.

"Where did you come from, get out of here!" The man looked back and saw that a young man was about to check his daughter-in-law's pulse, and somehow rushed over, as if he wanted to make a move.

Lu Zhian stood in front of Su Yange, the folding fan in his hand was pressed horizontally on the man's shoulder, blocking his movements, his brows were tightly locked, and he spoke a little angrily

"One more step?"

Somehow, the man swallowed his saliva, as if frightened, but also quieted down, and seemed a little nervous.

Here, Su Yange was looking at the pulse and observing the woman at the same time.

"Madame... Have you been feeling unwell lately? ”

"What Childe said is true, indeed." When the woman heard this, she did not deny it, but thought for a moment and spoke

"I have been coughing these days, and occasionally I can't sleep at night, and I sweat a lot, so I saw Lang Zhong and took some decoction, which has gradually lightened in the past two days, and the doctor told me to drink some single grinding medicine and recuperate for a few days."

Su Yange listened to her, and his eyes also glanced at her left finger, seemingly... It was indeed some red powder, so I leaned in and sniffed it.

Based on years of experience, it should have tasted like schisandra, and the woman apparently frothed it.

"Does it matter?"

When the woman saw his movements, she looked at him with some nervousness:

"I... I took some medicine before I followed my husband to dinner. ”

"Ma'am, don't worry." Su Yange smiled and comforted, and then raised his head and asked the shopkeeper who was standing aside

"This little brother, can I ask, what kind of dish did you bring just now?"

"Hui Gongzi, it's the plate of fried dried tofu you have at hand." The shopkeeper did not hesitate, and immediately pointed to a dish on the table and gave an answer.

Dried tofu? Su Yange felt that something was wrong, and was a little puzzled, and then his eyes glanced around the table

"Madame, what kind of porridge is this?"

Su Yange looked at the empty bowl in front of the woman and asked a little seriously

"How much did Madame drink again?"

"I love to drink the hawthorn sour porridge in this store on weekdays, and I am a little greedy, and I have just drunk a bowl."

The woman seemed a little embarrassed, and then looked at Su Yange with puzzled eyes and explained

"I don't have anything I like to eat on weekdays, so I'm greedy for the porridge here..."

"Does your husband know that you usually take medicine?"

Su Yange also nodded lightly, indicating understanding.

"Hmm... I talked to him the other day when I was taking medicine. The woman nodded at some point.

Su Yange suddenly seemed to understand, and couldn't help but get angry, stood up and walked in front of the man, and said indifferently

"Say it yourself? Or shall I help you speak? ”

The man chuckled in his heart, but seeing that the little boy in front of him was only fifteen or sixteen years old, what could he understand? Don't you lie to yourself?

After thinking about it, he felt that he should be lying to himself, so he pursed his mouth and said

"What do you say again? My wife just ate what was in the store and became like this, and you didn't help us, and you still came to question me? ”

Seeing his face, Su Yange hated to go up and kick him to the ground, but looked at the woman next to him, looked at them, looked at them with a worried look, endured it, and spoke

"Death or not? Then I'll help you say it! ”