Chapter 2102 Did You Put a Curse on My Son?

Liu Ming went home to find his son and asked for 100,000 yuan to send to An Ji.

He used to tell fortunes at this price.

As a result, An Ji was not satisfied this time and became very angry.

But he didn't say how much he wanted. This kind of thing was based on rewards and couldn't be stated clearly.

Liu Ming had no choice but to go home to get the money. It wasn't until he got 500,000 that An Ji relented and let him do the math.

Liu Ming wiped his sweat and left gritted his teeth.

Neither of them knew that their transaction was being filmed.

But An Ji didn't help Liu Ming with his fortune-telling. He told the truth. If he really did the fortune-telling, it would indeed consume his things. He didn't want to waste it now, and he was not in the mood to calm down and do the fortune-telling.

Wait until his son gets better.

Three days passed by in a flash. Anlong drank the medicinal wine as required, and indeed he stopped sneezing. As Hua Zhao said, his body after several months had not been replenished. He was still very weak, as if Recovering from a serious illness.

This is inevitable, because what Hua Zhao gave him was not a real "medicinal wine", but plant essence, just a liquid with a similar color. It contained some detoxification potion, which could only treat the poison he had been poisoned before.

Anlong didn't know this. As long as he stopped sneezing, he would be thankful and feel like he was alive again.

"Master, is it my turn now? I feel like I'm going to die!" Anyang couldn't help but say.

"Wait a little longer and see if your senior brother's condition relapses." An Ji said.

Anyang's eyes suddenly darkened, and his fingers broke the palm of his hand.

An Long also felt sorry. He still had some feelings for Anyang.

"Dad, why don't you save junior sister first and make her stop sneezing? Junior sister's condition is really bad." An Long said.

An Ji looked at Anyang, thought for a while, and nodded in agreement.

At the appointed time, An Ji came to a restaurant he had never been to to make a deal with Hua Zhao.

"Do you want to treat your apprentice too? Didn't you agree to cure your son first and then your apprentice's turn? There is something wrong with the process." Hua Zhao said.

"What does this have to do with it? Isn't it just about three bottles of medicine? Do you still have some?" An Ji said.

"Not now." Hua Zhao said: "You said no before, so I wasn't prepared. Moreover, men and women use different medicines. If I want to treat her, I have to check her pulse again."

An Ji frowned, muttered "trouble", and sent someone home to pick Anyang up.

Anyang now has no strength to walk on his own and came here in a wheelchair.

Hua Zhao observed her face, which was even more unnatural than the last time he saw her. It wasn't just her complexion that was bad, it was her face that was unnatural.

Fair, no pores, no wrinkles, unlike natural skin.

She suddenly reached out and touched Anyang's face.

Before his hand reached her face, Anyang shouted: "What are you doing!"

She has been wary of her!

But she couldn't hide at all. Where could a person sitting in a wheelchair with no strength go to hide?

Without stopping, Hua Zhao's hand fell on her face and touched her.

It's real skin, not a mask, but the unnaturalness of this skin still exists objectively.

Plastic surgery? It's not like that either.

Because there are no scars around the face, the connection with the skin on the neck is very natural.

Disguise? She didn't smell the medicine or touch the powder.

"How old is Miss An this year?" Hua Zhao asked.

Anyang turned his head in disgust and snorted angrily: "I want you to take care of it!"

Hua Zhao looked at An Ji and asked, "How old is she?"

"30 years old." An Ji said.

Hua Zhao's eyebrows were raised slightly, definitely because her pulse told her that this woman was in menopause.

But judging from her face, there's nothing wrong with saying she's 30.

The two of them also saw Hua Zhao's expression.

An Ji immediately changed the subject: "How old you are has nothing to do with the treatment, right? Can I prescribe medicine now?"

"There are still a few medicines left, so we have to wait for a few days." Hua Zhao said.

Anyang's eyes suddenly became anxious.

An Ji also said: "Her body probably won't be able to wait for a few more days. Mrs. Ye still cares about it. Otherwise, if she dies, you won't have the chance to make another 50 million."

"I'm not greedy. I can't make 100 million, but 50 million is fine. It's for others anyway," Hua Zhao said.

Anji...

Until they left, they didn't get a word from Hua Zhao about when Anyang would be cured of his sneezing problem.

They only got the medicine to treat Anlong.

The father and son of the An family were still satisfied. After An Long finished taking the medicine, An Ji and Liu Ming went out to make money and tell fortunes for those who refused to give up.

Anyang was left to vent in the room.

She didn't shout or yell, she just wrote and drew on the talisman paper like a ghost drawing talismans.

It looked a little scary like that.

What he drew also made Hua Zhao feel bad.

We can't wait any longer and must speed up the process.

Three days later, Hua Zhao directly asked An Ji to pay the remaining balance from An Long. She developed a medicine that could completely cure An Long.

The one in Anyang is also ready, but it will cost 20 million to replace it.

Taking out tens of millions at once, An Ji felt distressed as if someone had dug up his ancestral grave, and he wanted to regret it.

After all, his son was only weak, and he might be able to recover by taking other people's Chinese medicine. It was just a matter of time.

"Well, you go back and try. Our previous agreement will be invalidated." Hua Zhao said: "If you want to invite me again in the future, it will be a matter of 100 million."

An Ji gritted his teeth.

He had clearly paid 20 million before, but now she just said a word, and that 20 million was considered to have been paid in vain?

She also said that she is not greedy, there is simply no one more greedy than her!

He will go see Mr. Sun for medical treatment tomorrow! How could a miraculous doctor who was known as a national expert cure a weak body?

However, he couldn't wait until tomorrow. When he went back that night, Anlong and Anyang were exhaling more and less inhaling at the same time, looking like they were in trouble.

An Ji was so frightened that he sent him directly to the hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital, a bunch of first aid was given. The two of them were no longer scary, but they still didn't wake up.

"Poisoned! They must have been poisoned! It must have been Hua Zhao's poison! I'm going to sue her!" An Ji was now 90% sure that it was Hua Zhao who was responsible.

But he didn't know how she did it.

An Ji screamed very loudly, and he was a Hong Kong businessman, so he had to pay attention. Soon Hua Zhao was called over to confront him.

If it were anyone else, she would have gone into the dark room to explain the problem. Hua Zhao would certainly be treated differently. It was impossible for someone to say that she had killed someone and she would be locked up in the dark room.

Arrange a few more people like that and falsely accuse her if nothing happens, and she won't have to come out.

Seeing Hua Zhao, An Ji felt like he was seeing his murderer. He rushed over to hit her, but was stopped halfway.

"Did you put a curse or a poison on my son? Or you put poison in his medicine! Get rid of him quickly! Otherwise, I will kill your whole family!" An Ji shouted.

The public officials present were immediately dissatisfied. This person must be mentally ill! Listen to what he said? If you do something deceptive and deceitful, do you suspect that others will cast a curse? Are you crazy?

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