Song Jiang went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and found that his face was indeed a little blue, and wondered:

"It's weird, it was normal when I washed my face just now, why..."

"Dad, is it because of the poisonous attack?"

"What kind of poison is this? Don't listen to his nonsense."

Song Jiang said disdainfully: "Maybe it's just some minor problem, and he's deliberately trying to scare me."

Before he finished speaking, Song Jiang suddenly felt that his legs were weak.

Then, everyone fell to the ground.

Song Zihao, who was about to leave, was startled and ran over quickly, intending to help his father up.

However, Song Jiang only felt as if those legs were not his own, and he didn't even have a trace of consciousness no matter how hard he exerted himself.

Then, he lost all feeling in his arm.

Gao Qiang smiled and said sarcastically: "Don't believe it? It doesn't matter. You and Zhu Wenqiang's symptoms of poisoning are exactly the same. He has already found the poisoner.

Song Jiang raised his head in fear and said urgently: "That friend of yours, he already knew that I was going to be poisoned. Call him quickly... call him quickly."

Seeing Gao Qiang coming, he suddenly became excited and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Gao, I was wrong, please help me."

After working for a long time, Song Jiang finally regained consciousness in his limbs. Although he couldn't get out of bed immediately, he could move around.

Song Jiang thought that Gao Qiang would mention Zhao Yousheng again, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually talk about the poisoning first.

At the beginning, Zhao Yousheng kept talking about the scenic spots.

Because the people he met in the past two days were all acquaintances, and he did not believe that these people would poison him.

Gao Qiang's expression softened and he said with a smile: "Haha, thank you Director Song."

Now that we all have a common enemy, with Song Jiang's character, will he still sit idly by and ignore it?

"Take off his clothes for me."

A life-saving grace!

"Dad, please say something."

Gao Qiang said lightly: "Let me give you a hint. The person who poisoned me is named Zhao!"

Song Jiang looked up at him and nodded silently.

Gao Qiang was not in a hurry, picked up the tea and took a sip, then looked at Song Jiang silently.

Gao Qiang asked: "How do you feel?"

"Made, this bastard dares to attack me and is seeking death!"

Song Jiang glanced at Song Zihao, smiled at Gao Qiang and said, "If you need any help in the future, just ask, my Zihao will ask Mr. Gao to take care of him."

"Zhu Wenqiang?"

"Ah, okay...ok, I'll make a call right now."

You want me, a dignified director of the inspectorate, to beg for mercy from a young man in his twenties?

How can this be?

After Gao Qiang finished speaking, before Song Jiang could react, he slapped him on the chest.

He was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, Song Jiang frowned even deeper.

"Let your dad tell me himself."

He was silent for a moment and nodded: "Mr. Gao wants to deal with Zhao Yousheng, right? I can help."

Song Jiang stared at Gao Qiang with suspicion, as if he wanted to see from his face whether what he said was true or false.

Song Jiang's face was very ugly, but he suddenly found that his arms had begun to lose feeling, and he quickly said: "Mr. Gao, please help me detoxify."

"A little numb..."

Gao Qiang shook his head gently and said calmly: "We'll talk about this later. Let's talk about who poisoned you first."

puff!

Song Jiang tilted his head and spat out a large mouthful of black blood.

"It's just numb, it may still hurt a little later."

"Zhao Yousheng?"

Song Zihao was stunned, not knowing what his father was referring to.

Song Jiang was obviously different from Zhu Wenqiang. His poison was more violent and his symptoms of poisoning were more dangerous, so Gao Qiang didn't waste any time and directly took out the silver needle and started giving him acupuncture.

"Wait, then."

Song Jiang suddenly panicked. Thinking of what Gao Qiang said before leaving, he couldn't help but feel frightened.

The father and son listened to the notification tone on the phone and felt that this moment was extremely long.

The two waited for a long time before Gao Qiang finally answered the phone.

Gao Qiang looked at him and said calmly: "Let's talk?"

Song Zihao quickly looked at his father and winked at him, telling him to tell him.

After all, he still wanted Song Jiang to help him with things, so Gao Qiang didn't embarrass him. After hanging up the phone, he returned to Song's house.

Song Zihao said sincerely: "Thank you, Mr. Gao, thank you very much."

Song Zihao was so anxious that he broke into sweat, "Mr. Gao, look..."

"No matter how polite you are, we are all friends."

If he really does this, how can he continue to hold this position in the Inspectorate?

Song Jiang's face was ashen and he said nothing.

When he arrived here, Song Jiang could no longer move at all below his chest, and could only twist his neck slightly.

Song Jiang moved the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to say thank you, but felt embarrassed.

Seeing his father like this, Song Zihao became anxious. He took out his cell phone tremblingly and called Gao Qiang.

Song Jiang still didn't believe it, so he took out his mobile phone and called Zhu Wenqiang.

Gao Qiang smiled and said nothing. Just now he made a special call to Zhu Wenqiang and found out that the person who poisoned him was Zhao Yousheng.

When Song Jiang saw this, he was stunned for a moment.

Song Zihao was scratching his head and head anxiously beside him, lowering his voice and kept urging.

Song Jiang has been around for many years and knows that the hardest thing to repay is a favor, and he owes a lot of it.

Song Jiang's face was terrifyingly gloomy. He raised his head and said, "Mr. Gao, you don't have to worry about this. I'll take care of him."

"Yes, the person who poisoned is Zhao Yousheng."

Gao Qiang's tone was very cold, as if there was no emotion involved.

Otherwise, he would not be able to detoxify Song Jiang so easily. At least he would have to have some means of control.

As the silver needles continued to pierce Song Jiang's chest, his complexion gradually improved and his limbs gradually began to feel.

However, when Song Jiang came back from a trip to the toilet, he didn't mention it again.

Song Zihao didn't dare to say anything, but made a pot of tea himself, poured a cup for Gao Qiang, and put it in front of him.

beep……

Song Jiang's eyes narrowed, but then he relaxed and frowned: "Mr. Gao, I have promised to help you deal with him. You don't need to tell me this."

Just give him a call and you will know whether what I said is true or false."

After hearing Zhu Wenqiang's answer, Song Jiang suddenly fell silent because he suddenly remembered that he did have a meal with Zhao Yousheng a week ago.

Song Zihao couldn't wait to say: "Mr. Gao, something happened to my dad."

After a while, his face turned rosy as if he was drunk.

"Unexpected?" A sneer appeared on Gao Qiang's lips.

"what do you know?"

"He already knew it..."

Gao Qiang sat on the sofa opposite, crossed his legs and said calmly: "You're welcome, we're just helping each other."

Thinking about it now, it was probably at that time that the poison was administered.

"Haha, it should be."

Gao Qiang responded casually, but sneered in his heart.

This old fox will hang on to things that don't concern him, but when he sees the benefits, he will stick to them with all his strength.

Song Jiang didn't take it seriously and started chatting with Gao Qiang with a smile, asking questions like an elder.
Chapter completed!