Chapter 242 1.242 Is There Any Medicine?

Hmm, don't kill me! The prince nodded repeatedly, his phoenix eyes swept back and forth over the child, and he smiled.

How angry, my mother is not even Qiao Qiao's biological mother...

"Ahem." Old lady Qiao coughed twice, trying to attract Qiao Mu's attention, "Qiao Qiao."

"I heard that grandma has not been in good health for the past two days?" Qiao Mu turned his head and responded coldly, "Xu Niang, why don't you help grandma go back to her room to rest."

The old lady was so angry that she flattened her mouth, she didn't finish her sentence! Hearing a series of things from the little girl, he must not want to see her at all.

The old lady Qiao hurriedly sat up straight and rushed to say: "Qiao Qiao, you have good medicine for wounds. Grandma's hand accidentally wiped a bloody gash this morning. If you have medicine that is more effective, I will borrow it." Wipe it on grandma."

Mrs. Qiao forced a smile at the little girl, and lifted up the sleeve of her right hand, revealing a red bloodstain on the back of her hand.

"Mom, where did you get hurt?" Qiao Zhongbang jumped up. He was close, and he saw that the bloody cut was quite long and the wound was quite deep.

Qiao Zhongbang felt sorry for his old lady, so he couldn't help complaining, "Xu Niang, how do you take care of the old lady? How did you let the old lady hurt like this?"

Xu Niang was also startled, and quickly shook her head, "Master, I really don't know when the old lady hurt her hand."

Qiao Mu and the prince approached one after the other, lowered their heads and looked at the wound carefully.

When he raised his head, Qiao Mu twitched the corner of his mouth at the old lady, and gave her an intriguing sneer.

The old lady froze for a moment, and somehow her heart skipped a beat.

It's just that her old face quickly calmed down, and she continued to look at Qiao Mu with an innocent face and said, "Qiao Qiao, is there any good medicine for the wound?"

"Yes, I have all kinds of wound medicine." Qiao Mu smiled more interestingly, and took out a small half box of high-quality ointment from his waist, which was left after the young man Mo scratched her.

"Grandmother, let your granddaughter smear your wounds, so that your granddaughter can show her filial piety." Qiao Mu said softly with a smile.

The old lady felt the hairs all over her body stand on end, she really wasn't used to the little guy talking to her so politely!

"It's still not necessary! I'll go back to the room and apply it myself!" Mrs. Qiao snatched the ointment from Qiao Mu's hand, put it in her pocket quickly, got up and said that she had a headache and wanted to go back to the room to rest, but she didn't Fall back and flee.

"Shaoyao, you stay here with your mother and younger sister. Dad, second uncle, you come with me." As soon as the old lady left, Qiao Mu's entire face was instantly covered with frost.

Second Uncle Qiao and Father Qiao looked at each other, their hearts sank.

The old lady hurried back to the house with the medicine in her hand. As soon as she entered the door, she was overwhelmed by a rotten smell.

She resisted the discomfort, hurriedly opened the door of the small room, and called out in a low voice, "Juan'er, Juan, hurry up and apply the medicine. Mother got the medicine!"

A woman with long, withered and messy hair turned her head suddenly, with a thick shadow remaining under her eye sockets.

Qiao Wenjuan snatched the ointment from the old lady's hand and complained anxiously, "Why have you been here for so long!"

Ever since she was scratched by the corpse puppet that day, her wound has never been better.

In the past two days, it was even more exaggerated. It actually started to fester and rot. She even saw a small piece of rotten flesh fall off her arm.

There was no way to apply any medicine. She remembered that her little niece had a lot of good ointments on her body, so she took the risk and sneaked into Qiao's house overnight, looking for her mother to find a solution.