There were still not too many waves on Ning Nuannuan's little face.

There's nothing to explain, and it's a waste of time to explain it to a group of people who don't understand Chinese medicine.

Her cold eyes swept towards everyone, and then walked to Huo Ciqing's side without hurry and began to collect the needle.

The Ice Needle is a family heirloom left by my grandfather, which was made from ancient meteorites.

This meteorite has a special composition and also contains an unknown metal composition, so it is extremely cherished.

Every needle of ice is priceless.

……

"Police, arrest this woman, she is the murderer of my father!"

"That needle is the murder weapon, several of us are witnesses, my father was killed by her, I want her to pay for her life!"

Huo Zirui and Huo Zijun, the two brothers, can fight for the position of the head of the family, but in the matter of dealing with Ning Nuannuan, the two brothers are unanimous.

At this time, Ning Nuannuan withdrew the last cold ice needle and glanced at the two people who looked like dogs.

"Who told you that the old man died?"

Huo Zirui took a few steps forward, held the hand of the cigar, and pointed at Ning Nuannuan: "My dad vomited so much blood, and he is not dead?" With such a hard mouth, I see that you woman can't shed tears when she doesn't see the coffin! ”

The corners of Ning Nuan's lips hooked up a mocking arc.

"Yes."

But just when the police were about to arrest Ning Nuannuan and return to the case, Huo Ciqing, who was vomiting blood just now, coughed softly.

"Ahem—"

The voice was soft and low, but when it fell on the ears of everyone present, it was like a thunderclap on the ground.

Huo Moqian's pupils constricted, and he looked at Huo Ciqing in disbelief: "Grandpa, you...... You okay? ”

Huo Ciqing sat up straight with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a weak but firm voice: "Who dares to catch... Grab my savior? ”

A lifesaver?

Huo Zirui and Huo Zijun looked stupid, but they also reacted quickly.

Huo Zijun said skillfully: "Dad, you may not know much about the situation when you were in a coma just now, let me explain to you, this woman is a quack doctor invited by Mo Qian." She just gave you a needle and caused you to vomit blood. Believe it or not, your sheets are all the blood you just vomited? ”

Ning Nuannuan couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Huo Ciqing's two sons, at this time, they couldn't help but smear her?

Is this when she has a problem with her brain, or when Huo Ciqing has a problem with her brain?

Huo Ciqing said slowly to Huo Moqian beside him: "Give me a teacup." ”

"Here, grandpa—"

Huo Ciqing took the teacup, but he didn't drink a sip of water, and directly took the teacup and threw it at Huo Zijun, who was oily and powdery.

This loss—

Huo Ciqing's strength was not heavy, but it hit Huo Zijun's forehead and hit it all at once.

"Dad, what do you mean by that?" Huo Zijun asked angrily, "How can you hit me on the head with a teacup?" ”

Huo Ciqing breathed heavily and said: "I'm in a coma, not dead, I know how I woke up?" I don't need you to mess with me here. ”

Huo Ciqing's words successfully made Huo Zijun and Huo Zirui shut up.

They thought that the old man would die if he vomited so much blood this time, but they didn't expect him to miraculously get better.

Pity!

What a pity!

After all, Huo Ciqing is the head of the Huo family, as long as he still breaths a sigh of relief, the majesty is still there.

Even though they each have their own little Jiujiu in their hearts, but in front of Huo Ciqing, no one dares to say a word in front of them.

Huo Ciqing woke up, and his two sons and daughters-in-law were going to fight to take care of him again.

Huo Ciqing grabbed the quilt tightly, and said sharply with his old eyes: "You all go out for me, Mo Qian stays, and my life-saving benefactor stays." ”

The old man spoke, and the farce ended completely, and no one dared to raise objections.

In the end, only Old Man Huo was left in the entire bedroom, Huo Moqian and Ning Nuannuan.

Ning Nuannuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Old man, if you wake up a little later, I may really be sent to the police station." ”

"It's good to catch up." Huo Ciqing sighed lightly: "Although I was saved by you, I don't know what your name is?" ”

Ning Nuan's warm apricot eyes turned lightly and smiled.

"Rather Nuan."

"Nuan Nuan, nice name." Huo Ciqing bowed slightly: "My life was picked up by you, this great kindness, my Huo and my descendants will always remember it." ”

Ning Nuannuan thought of Old Man Huo's two strange sons and daughters-in-law, and glanced at Huo Moqian, who was eager to tear her just now, and waved her hand hurriedly.

"If only you remembered my kindness... As for your children and grandchildren, forget it! ”