Chapter 688 - 0690: Forces of the World of Martial Arts
Although the housekeeper was puzzled, he naturally obeyed Mr. Nangong’s orders. He immediately responded affirmatively and turned to call the family doctor.
The family doctor did not live in the Nangong Family villa area and it would take at least twenty minutes to drive here. During this twenty-minute waiting time, Mr. Nangong was not idle.
"You have ruined a pot of good tea for me." Mr. Nangong shook the newspaper in his hand, the seemingly casual remark made the man shiver with fright, every member of the Nangong Family knew that the Old Master liked tea, so even drinking tea was specially prepared by someone for Mr. Nangong, yet now Mr. Nangong accused this man of ruining his tea.
The man was so nervous that he even began to stutter, "Old, Old Master, I don’t, don’t understand what, what you mean."
Mr. Nangong slightly lifted his eyelids and gave him a faint look, but did not speak.
During this time, the servant who had previously brought tea to Mr. Nangong was also summoned. Both were unsure of what wrong they had committed, and with Mr. Nangong remaining silent, they could only wait helplessly.
Although twenty minutes seemed short, the family doctor arrived quickly. But for the servants standing and some younger members sitting in the living room, these twenty minutes felt almost like two years.
After the family doctor arrived, Mr. Nangong did not waste words and directly said that the tea tasted unusual in his mouth, a kind of unusual that was not normal. The family doctor immediately understood Mr. Nangong’s implication and promptly took out his equipment to test the tea.
Everyone didn’t expect this kind of situation, all hearts were tightly clenched, and by looking at Mr. Nangong’s facial expression, they could tell that the matter was probably serious.
The family doctor quickly found something indeed in the tea, and it was not simple—it contained a strong poison. Hearing that Mr. Nangong had taken a small sip made the family doctor break out in a cold sweat and repeatedly exclaimed that Mr. Nangong was lucky but still prescribed some medicine for him.