The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 1192: How similar!

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Wang Niuniu is not reconciled, it is also human nature. Madam is going there anyway, let them go in and take a look, it's nothing.

They don't believe that the invited woman can really cure this chronic disease, even the famous Doctor Zhou in the town can't do anything about it.

So, he stopped angrily.

For a while, Huan Qingyan felt a little emotional.

When she traveled to the Fantasy Palace, she was also framed by a weak mother and her younger brother. She was a little girl who turned the tide and dealt with her relatives who worked like a wolf...

How similar to the current Wang Niuniu!

It can be seen that although this little girl has a bad temper, her character is competitive, stubborn, kind-hearted and flexible, and she knows how to ask for help.

At the time, she was already fifteen years old, and now Wang Niuniu is only a little older, only four or five years old. It is not easy to do this step.

"Auntie, my mother is inside." Wang Niuniu drew back the two maids and pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered the door, a strong musty smell came toward him.

Huan Qingyan swept the person on the bed with her divine consciousness, only a little bit of life remained, dying and dying.

The heart is not good, the situation is much more serious than she thought!

Walk to the bed in two steps.

A pale and thin woman on the bed, with gray-black lips, deep-set eye circles, black and black, and a slim body. The hands exposed out of those moldy pants are like those of a hundred-year-old, skinny, Deep wrinkles.

It's sad to see it, and it's dead.

Wang Niuniu was in tears, and the little one stood only enough for the edge of the bed. She held her mother's hand tightly, "Mother, mother..."

He was choked and speechless.

"Don't cry, kid, let me take a look first." Huan Qingyan sat on the edge of the bed, touching Madam Wang's palm with one hand.

The energy in the body is like a gossamer, life is hanging by a thread, the meridians are blocked, messy, and very bad.

"Ding! The patient has a long-term chronic poison called Fusisan. This poison is not painful or itchy, which means that people often faint, stay in a coma for a long time, and have extremely low mental power... Over the years, it has been poisoned into the five livers and six bowels, and is in the late stage of the poisoning..."

Huan Qingyan's face sank.

At this moment, Jimo Ya happened to pass her the voice, "What kind of poison does this lady seem to have?"

Jimoya used his spiritual sense to see this far at home without any pressure.

"Hmm! Yes, it is poisoned by the rot. It seems that this poison can only be used by a spiritualist or higher? A spiritualist has been here in this unknown town? Husband, should we save people? Has someone been discovered?" She thought this place was good, and there were special stones for Xiaobao's medicinal bath.

If someone finds out, you will move.

Several words came from Jimoya, "Miss, you can decide for yourself."

"Okay." Huan Qingyan chose to save, and she moved her home. This is a life.

Plus Niuniu, the little girl is really pitiful.

Furthermore, this is also a kind of fate. The mother and daughter have fate with their family, and there is no reason to die.

Huan Qingyan quickly made a decision and took a little pure well water from the space.

The illusion of the space well water, even the corpse poison can alleviate, and it is also effective against the rot.

It is helpless to put this kind of poison on ordinary people, but in front of high-level spiritual masters, it is actually nothing.

Feed the well water to Mrs. Wang to drink...

At this time, Mrs. Wang can't drink anything anymore, Huan Qingyan used aura and slowly poured her in, bit by bit, not afraid of trouble.