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Duan Yarong listened to Zhao Yulin's conversation with the doctor, instinctively that this problem appeared on the pinellia, and couldn't help but interject: "Doctor, what is this pinellia? Does it have any effect on the body? Especially like me Will there be any problems with pregnant girls like daughter-in-law and daughter eating that food?"

When the old doctor heard Duan Yarong’s question, his face became dark, and he patiently explained a few words: "Madam, this Pinellia is a kind of Chinese herbal medicine. If mixed with some other Chinese herbal medicines, it can help to cure colds. (((Cartino Novel Network www.novelmtl.com))) But if you eat too much, especially if pregnant women eat too much, they will Caused a miscarriage."

Duan Yarong and the others immediately gasped, and all their eyes focused on the stomachs of Zhao Yulin and An Yue.

The old doctor saw everyone’s reaction in his eyes, shook his head, glanced at the bowl of soup in his hand, and said solemnly: “The pinellia in this bowl of soup tastes very strong. I think I have taken a very heavy amount. After drinking such a bowl, the young lady may not be able to keep it."

As soon as the old doctor said this, the faces of several people became more ugly, Duan Yarong and Han Yichen alone took An Yue's hand.

Han Yichen frowned and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Although there was no expression on his face, Chi Guoguo revealed a bit of worry in his eyes.

An Yue shook her head quickly: "I really don't feel any discomfort, don't worry."

"How can you not be worried?" Before Han Yichen could answer, Duan Yarong had already rushed over and asked nervously, "Doctor, what should I do now? Yueyue just drank this soup, is she going to the hospital first? What should I do first?"

The old doctor was startled, and quickly comforted: "Madam, don't worry. I don't think Madam Young looks like something is going on right now. How much did she just drink this soup?"

"It's not much, just one bite. Then Yeorim found out that there was something wrong with the soup, and the rest of the soup was overturned. The bowl in your hand belongs to Yeorim."

The old doctor breathed a sigh of relief and rejoiced: "Fortunately, it's okay. It's just that a mouthful of the medicine doesn't have much effect. Thanks to the lady who found the problem in this soup, the results would be unthinkable."

Several people heard the old doctor say so, and they were all a little grateful.

"But, ma'am, where did this soup come from? Isn't such a strong pinellia flavor like deliberately put it down for a little seasoning? Generally speaking, even if you want to boil some pinellia soup to expectorant, you shouldn’t put it. Such a heavy amount is right."

Duan Yarong realized that something was wrong, and said with a deep expression: "I asked the pharmacist to give Yueyue the soup to replenish her body. I don't know why there are so many herbs in it."

Is it possible... Is it possible that the pharmacist has a problem?

The old doctor groaned: "You can't prescribe this kind of taboo medicinal materials casually to pregnant women. This is common sense that doctors know, especially for such a heavy amount. Is the prescription that the pharmacist prescribed for you still? Bring it. Show me?"

After hearing this, Duan Yarong quickly asked the maid at home to take the list given by the pharmacist before for the doctor to look at.

The old doctor squinted his eyes and looked carefully at Muzi several times, and said clearly, "Madam, there is no such medicinal material as Pinellia on this list at all."

Duan Yarong was startled: "Since there is no one, how could it be in Yueyue's soup?"

"Mom, it's not easy?" Zhao Yulin couldn't help but intervene when she heard this, and sneered, "Someone moved their hands and feet in Yueyue's soup. For the purpose, you can see the effect of this medicine."

Duan Yarong's face turned pale. She thought that the home was a safe enough place for An Yue, but she didn't expect this to be just her wishful thinking. She didn't even know that someone had placed someone in her home. The hostess, she is really negligent of her duty!

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little more subtle, and it was deadly silent, just like the tranquility before the storm.

Finally, someone broke the silence first, and the old man's crutches cracked the ground, obviously moving really angry: "Come here!"

Uncle Zhao rushed over when he heard the old man's yelling, and said respectfully: "Master, everyone in the kitchen has been controlled according to my uncle's instructions, and everything in the kitchen has remained the same. Now it is..."

The old man narrowed his eyes dangerously, and said in a deep voice, "Bring me the pot of soup and everyone in the kitchen."

"Yes."

Uncle Zhao's hands and feet were very swift, and it didn't take long for Zhao Yulin and others to see him walking over with a group of people Wu Wu 　 　.

Although the group of people didn't know what happened before, when they heard that someone in front of them called them over, the atmosphere in the room was a bit solemn at this moment. They also faintly guessed something unusual. They were all silent, afraid to make any difference. Arrogant.

The old man glanced at the group of people with sharp eyes, and said majesticly: "Where is the pot of soup?"

"Here, sir." Uncle Zhao took the pot from the hand of a person beside him with a wink, and handed it to the elder.

The old man winked at the old doctor. The old doctor knew, and he took a look at the pot of soup, and unsurprisingly, he fished out a few strings of boiled pinellia residue in the soup.

"Master, this is Pinellia."

The physical evidence was presented in front of him, and the old man just wanted to believe it or not. His face suddenly became gloomy. He turned to look at the men and women with their heads down and panic-faced, and said coldly: "Who is responsible for this pot of soup? Stand up for me!"

With this roar of the old man, many people shudder in their lives, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

When the old man saw that no one came out to admit it, his face sank again, and he said coldly, "Who, who is the person in charge of the kitchen, stand up for me!"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, a middle-aged man took a step forward tremblingly, lowered his head and said, "Master, it's... it's me."

The old man squinted at the man, pointed to the pot of soup in front of the doctor and said, "Who is responsible for making this pot of soup?"

The man is not a fool. Seeing that the old man is so angry, the problem lies in this pot of soup. He ponders for a moment and whispers back: "Back to the old man, this soup is stewed by Xiaowen in the kitchen. Is there any problem?"

The old man ignored the person's question, and only turned his head to look at other people: "Xiao Wen? Who is Xiao Wen? Stand up for me."

As soon as the old man said this, all the people in the kitchen looked in a certain direction.

Zhao Yulin followed their gaze, and they saw a girl with a pale face.