The bowl was shattered, and the truth was shouted out loud. Mr. Tian felt a lingering fear, accompanied by an inexplicable embarrassment and panic.
Old Lady Han didn't think much, she just repeatedly asked while holding her son's hand, "Son, did you touch your mouth just now? Did you drink it?"
Tian Yaozong: ... Dear mother, please don't ask that! The more you ask, the more panicked I feel!
At this moment, Tian Yaozong himself couldn't figure out whether he had touched the bowl of poisonous soup.
He suddenly felt a sore throat, a stomachache, and felt like he was about to die soon.
Mr. Tian was still thinking about how to break the deadlock, only to see his son with a pale face, groaning in pain, which also frightened him.
"Stick your fingers down your throat, use your fingers to induce vomiting! And, old lady, go soak pancreatic water in hot water, and then cook some mung bean soup!"
Mr. Tian ran to check on his son while instructing emergency measures.
