Fang Dongqiao looked in the direction pointed out by Fang Jingshu.

Sure enough, the boy was squatting behind the big tree, holding his head motionless, not knowing what he was doing.

"Big brother, let's let Qiao'er pass."

Complaining is complaining, Fang Dongqiao is really not cold-blooded enough to let Gong Tianyu stay alone on the mountain to fend for himself.

"Well, big brother is waiting here, Jo'er go over and see him."

At the moment when his family was in danger, Fang Jingshu resented Gong Tianyu for causing trouble.

But reason returned, and he let go of his resentment, no matter what, it was still a six-year-old child, who had just encountered such a thrilling scene, and the punishment he suffered was enough.

"Jo'er, remember to tell him well, don't blame him, he also paid the price for his arrogance."

Fang Dongqiao understood what Fang Jingshu meant, and she nodded obediently.

"Joel knows, big brother. Don't worry, Jo'er will comfort him well. ”

Fang Dongqiao walked briskly towards the big tree where Gong Tianyu was squatting, and a pair of small hands pulled Gong Tianyu, who was buried in his knees.

"Gong Tianyu, it's okay, the black bear is dead, let's go back, it's too late, I don't know what fierce beasts will emerge here, let's go quickly." Fang Dongqiao went to pull Gong Tianyu's hand.

Gong Tianyu's entire small body stiffened, and when he heard Fang Dongqiao's soft voice, he slowly raised his head.

His eyes were red and red.

In contrast, his already fair skin became whiter and whiter, as white as snow.

His small hands, tightly gripping the firescale whip, dug open the clenched palms, and blood marks were faintly visible.

"Gong Tianyu, what's wrong with you?" His eyes were very wrong, crazy red light, shining and shining.

"Gong Tianyu, are you okay?"

Fang Dongqiao looked at Gong Tianyu's beast-like bloodthirsty gaze, the terrifying eyes that seemed to be about to tear apart and shatter the other party, fell into Fang Dongqiao's eyes, and he was extremely frightened.

What's wrong with this kid? What's going on?

Could it be-

Looking at Gong Tianyu's fierce expression that was about to devour her, Fang Dongqiao's mind moved, and the three golden needles were inserted into the three major acupoints on Gong Tianyu's brain.

Then he took out a Fixing Pill from the space, clasped Gong Tianyu's jaw, and sent the Fixing Pill into his mouth, straight to the depths of his throat.

"Swallow it, don't spit it out."

Fang Dongqiao stared at Gong Tianyu's eyes and ordered.

Gong Tianyu, who was still a little conscious, did not spit out the pill that Fang Dongqiao had stuffed in, and let the Fixing Pill enter his abdomen naturally.

Waiting for the red light in Gong Tianyu's eyes to slowly fade, Fang Dongqiao expected that Gong Tianyu would not be crazy and hurt for the time being, so he boldly pulled Gong Tianyu's left hand, his fingertips moved slightly, and he took the pulse.

The pulse of Tianyu in the palace is chaotic, thin and soft, and the number is weak, which is clearly a poisoning disease.

However, looking at his complexion and tongue coating, it is extremely normal, not like a sign of poisoning.

"Why is this kid so evil when he is poisoned?"

His eyebrows were tightly locked, Fang Dongqiao, who was not sure, did not dare to make a conclusion at will, wrinkled his nose, took another golden needle, pierced it into Gong Tianyu's middle finger, and broke the blood on her own finger to look at it and smell it.

The blood is viscous, the fishy smell is extremely strong, and the color is dark, which is indeed a poisoning disease.

But to tell what poison he was and how long he had been poisoned, Fang Dongqiao was really not sure.

After all, there are no high-tech testing instruments here, and Gong Tianyu's blood cannot be subjected to various detailed laboratory examinations, and can only be judged by her more than ten years of medical experience.

However, after all, her practical experience in medicine is Westernized, and she has very little practical experience in traditional Chinese medicine.

Fang Dongqiao wiped the blood stains with a cotton cloth soaked in white wine, and then looked up at the golden needles on the three key points on the top of Gong Tianyu's head, and carefully pulled them out.

With his mind putting the golden needle back into the needle bag of the space hidden needle, Fang Dongqiao at this time was thinking about whether to save this kid or not.