Over the phone, Junchen described in detail to Rui Ze the food he had eaten, the alcohol and ginger soup he had drunk, and the symptoms he had been experiencing.
"The situation is pretty much that, I’m feeling extrely uncomfortable right now, and there’s so pain."
"Have you taken any dicine since you returned?"
"No, I haven’t eaten anything since I ca back, just took a bath with so scented soap."
Upon asking this, Rui Ze’s eyes flickered as he lowered his voice and continued, "Have you had any intimate contact with your wife?"
His words stirred up a storm inside Junchen, causing his heart to lurch and intensifying his discomfort.
Intimate contact with Ah Hua?
He imdiately began to recall, then frowned and replied, "Before the symptoms appeared, there was a hug, and I kissed her forehead. That was all. There’s no danger to my wife, right?"
"It’s fine, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes."
"Is my wife really going to be okay?" Junchen suddenly raised his voice.
"Based on the current situation, no."
"All right then, co over as quickly as you can."
After hanging up, Rui Ze imdiately took his dical kit and drove to the Wang Mansion.
As soon as he stepped into the study, Rui Ze reminded Junchen that his symptoms could be due to inadvertently ingesting so substance, but they might also be due to other causes, so a check was needed to confirm.
After hearing Rui Ze’s words, Junchen grew even more anxious, worried that he had been poisoned or infected with a serious contagious disease.
"Will the results be out tonight?"
"Yes, no problem."
"Don’t let a third person know about this, including my wife," Junchen said seriously.
Rui Ze nodded, "Okay, rest assured."
Only then did Junchen slowly go sit down on the couch, his deep eyes looking cold and grim.
He was not afraid of dying; how could the boss of Shen Shiyi lack the courage after having gone through layers of tests and challenges to reach his position? He had faced all sorts of storms; it was just that he had to take into account his wife, Wanhua.
She was too sensitive; he didn’t want her to worry or to entertain wild thoughts, suspecting him of engaging in so misdeeds outside.
That would be troubleso!
Promptly, Rui Ze took out a precise set of allergy testing equipnt and began inspecting Junchen’s skin. He first applied several common allergens such as pollen and dust mites on Junchen’s arm, then lightly broke the surface of the skin with a small needle to allow the allergens to penetrate.
He needed to use a microscope to observe changes in skin cells to determine the type of allergen.
Next, Rui Ze tied a rubber band around Junchen’s arm and then pierced a vein with a needle to draw blood.
"Is it done?"
Clearly, Junchen’s patience and restraint had reached their limit.
"Yes, sir, it’s done."
The entire checkup lasted about half an hour, during which ti Rui Ze constantly interacted with Junchen, answering his questions and soothing his emotions.
Before leaving, Rui Ze told Junchen that it would take so ti to obtain the results of the checkup. He suggested that Junchen rest in bed to keep his emotions stable, and also gave him so oral dication to alleviate symptoms and prevent the condition from worsening.
While waiting for the results, Junchen’s mind was filled with great restlessness, his expression imnsely complex.
He would sit on the couch for a while, then pace back and forth. He didn’t dare to go back to the bedroom to see his wife, worried she might detect his nervous mood. Every sound of footsteps seed to remind him to be cautious with his words and actions and to maintain a distance from his wife.
He tried to distract himself by picking up a magazine, but couldn’t concentrate on reading.
His thoughts kept returning to the doctor’s words, the grave expression and nurous instructions increasing his unease, worrying whether he had been poisoned or contracted a severe contagious disease.
Ti seed unbearably slow; every second felt like a year.
Wang Junchen kept looking at his watch, eagerly hoping for the results to co as soon as possible. He felt every cell in his body trembling with tension, his heart rate accelerating, and sweat continuously seeping from his forehead.
Two hours later, Luo Rui Ze returned to the villa.
He walked briskly into the study, smiling as he handed Wang Junchen a dical report and so dicines.
"How is it?"
"Relax, it’s not a big problem."
The report detailed the allergy test results and blood examination data. Luo Rui Ze explained that according to the test results, Wang Junchen did indeed have allergic reactions to so allergens, but no other suspicious substances were found in his blood.
He was very likely to have had an allergic reaction to so ingredient in the food, which caused a series of skin symptoms. Although the inflammation index had risen, it was controllable, and he should recover after taking dicine for a few days.
In other words, Wang Junchen was not poisoned.
However, it would be extrely difficult to identify the specific allergen, especially without the actual substance.
After hearing this, Wang Junchen breathed a sigh of relief, imdiately took the dicine, and applied the ointnt. Over ti, his allergic symptoms gradually decreased, and although his skin hadn’t recovered, at least it wasn’t painful anymore.
This painful experience made Wang Junchen realize that Tang Xiaowan was not to be underestimated.
Such a delicate and cute little thing, and so well-behaved!
Hmph, Tang Xiaowan, we shall see.
Once his thoughts were in order, he then returned to the bedroom and gently lay down beside his wife.
...
Chunlei Street No. 66, study.
"Madam, it has been confird that the car belongs to Wang Junchen’s personal doctor, Luo Rui Ze, who went in a second ti and never ca out."
Tang i nodded thoughtfully and spoke softly, "It’s late, go get so rest."
"Yes," Li Fugui gave a slight nod.
After Li Fugui left, Tang i fell into deep thought. She carefully recalled all of Tang Xiaowan’s words and actions during the evening dinner.
Finally, she suspected that Tang Xiaowan might have secretly taken the reserve dicine she had hidden in the secret compartnt.
Thus, Tang i left the study with a frown.
As soon as she entered the bedroom, she went straight to the walk-in closet and carefully moved aside a piece of wood in the wardrobe, revealing a hidden compartnt.
Then, she swiftly lifted her right hand, took off the silver hairpin from her hair bun, and inserted it into the keyhole.
With a soft click, the lock of the secret compartnt was unlocked, and Tang i quietly opened the door. Inside was a small space, containing nothing but ten ceramic bottles of different patterns.
She carefully checked the labels on each bottle, looking for the reserve dicine she suspected.
Eventually, she picked up two ceramic bottles labeled with the numbers 8 and 9, carefully pulled out the wooden stoppers, and gently poured out all the pills.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6..."
After verifying the number of pills, Tang i gently closed the compartnt door, locked it again, and then slowly walked out of the walk-in closet, sitting on the sofa deep in thought.
She always felt like sothing was off.
Tang Xiaowan was soone she had watched grow up; her eagerness that evening was a bit too much, offering skewers and serving ginger soup, which was highly unusual.
"But the count is correct, nothing is missing! Could it just be a coincidence that Wang Junchen had no problems?"
"Yet, judging by his state, he should have..."
"Could it be that Tangtang only scraped off a bit of the powder and then used it as a seasoning on the skewers? Or dissolved it in that bowl of ginger soup?"
"The little girl has beco quite crafty!"
Tang i’s brows furrowed slightly as she quickly returned to the walk-in closet and took out those two bottles of dicine again.
Reviews
All reviews (0)