Chapter 31 The Same Poison

The reaction of Freda made Master Smith a little desperate, thinking that he might have reached the end of his life.

"I..." Master Smith stammered.

Everyone yearned for life, and Master Smith was no exception. Moreover, he couldn't let go of Zed Smith.

Zed Smith had been in a coma for two years. Everyone said that Master Smith's preference for Emily White was superstition, but no one could feel the reunion that Master Smith felt.

Now it was Master Smith's turn. He had mixed feelings of expectation and unwillingness.

Freda released Master Smith's hand and signaled him to change another hand.

After a careful diagnosis, Freda was sure that Master Smith had some trivial and common illnesses of the elderly but most seriously, he suffered the same poison as the poison that caused Zed to fall into a coma.

"Grand...Master Smith, you are in good health. There is nothing wrong with you." Then Freda looked at the others in the room.

Master Smith was so smart that he immediately understood what Freda meant. He smiled and said, "That's good, that's good. You guys can leave now. I have a few words to talk with this miss."

The butler immediately turned around and left the room with all the other people in the room.

Seeing everyone leave, Freda lowered her voice and said, "Grandpa, you are poisoned."

"Grandpa?" Master Smith was stunned by the way Freda addressed him.

It was not until then that Freda came to her senses. She called out her usual address of Master Smith subconsciously and felt a little embarrassed, so she quickly changed her address, "No, I'm sorry."

Noticing the embarrassment of Freda, Master Smith smiled and said, "It's okay. You just said that I..."

"It's poison."

But Master Smith was confused when he heard the answer.

Freda explained, "Your pulse is disordered and unstable. It's very similar to the case I have encountered before. But that person is a young man, and my method of treatment for him is not suitable for you."

"I didn't notice it." Obviously, Master Smith was knowledgeable and didn't show any excitement.

"This is how the poison is. It's colorless and tasteless. The poisoned people can't find themselves poisoned at all. In the later stage, they will slowly fall into a coma and then die."

"Will pass out?" Master Smith keenly grasped the key point.

Seeing that Master Smith got the point, Freda nodded.

Master Smith finally realized that the poison he got might have something to do with Zed Smith's coma for two years.

However, no matter how many doctors Zed Smith had seen, they still couldn't find out the cause of his disease.

"Then what should I do?"

Freda turned sideways and took out a medicine box.

"Master Smith, if you don't mind, I want to take some of your blood to my master and ask him for his opinion. After all, you are old enough, and traditional treatment may be harmful to your body."

When Freda said this, she was a little nervous. No one would have much trust in a person who they had met for the first time, so she naturally felt that someone with rich human experience like Master Smith would not trust her.

So as soon as Freda said it, she felt a little regretful.

But Master Smith stretched out his hand instantly. Freda was surprised and she thought that maybe Master Smith trusted her because her look was likesome.

Master Smith himself was also surprised. It was the first time that he had met Freda, but he inexplicably trusted the person in front of him. This was the first time that he had such an experience.

The two of them had a tacit understanding. Freda managed to get a tube of blood from Master Smith's arm and took out her phone.

"Grandpa Lu, let's be WeChat friends. I can contact you." Freda was more outgoing and asked for Master Smith's WeChat.

Master Smith suddenly thought of Emily White, who had been playing with him this morning. He thought for a while and found that the two girls were a little similar in character. Presumably, it was because of this that he trusted Freda.

Thinking of this, Master Smith didn't have so many ill feelings. He took out his mobile phone and began to add her as a contact. This scene was quite interesting.

The atmosphere was harmonious. Before Freda went out, she said she liked the tea today. But before she reached the door, she was stopped by the butler.

"Miss, please wait!" The butler caught up with her and handed a seemingly casual bag to Freda. He smiled and said, "It's a small gift. Thank you for coming today, miss."

Freda lowered her head and saw the tea she had complimented.

Freda thanked him in surprise. Sitting in the car, she couldn't help but sigh, "Master Smith is so generous. Why hasn't Zed Smith learned a little?"

Instead of going home, Freda directly came to Ghost's residence. Now she didn't worry about her master's safety. She swaggered in and knocked on the door.

Ghost looked at Freda through the peephole and refused to open the door.

"Master, please open the door! I have something to tell you!" Freda kept shouting at the door.

It seemed that Ghost didn't hear her. After a while, he said, "No. Get out."

It was not easy for Freda to find a suitable excuse, so she couldn't leave so easily.

After thinking for a while, Freda took out a mango from her bag.

"Master, if you don't open the door, I will throw the big mango into the trash can..."

Sure enough, Freda was so familiar with Ghost. Before she finished speaking, Ghost opened the door and called her in with disgust.

It turned out that although Ghost was unyielding, he had no principles once the mango was served. Freda asked him several times, but he never explained.

But it didn't affect Freda to bullyrag him with the mango.

"If you don't have anything important to tell me, I will move. Then you will never find me again!" Ghost cursed Freda while eating the mango.

Knowing that her master had a soft heart, Freda ignored his threat and said with a smile, "You won't be followed."

"Why?"

"Because I have solved it." Freda raised her eyebrows and looked like that she should be praised greatly.

Ghost was curious and asked, "How did you solve it?"

"Of course... I met the person."

"What? How can you make a decision for me?" Ghost thought that Freda had agreed to the person's request without asking him, so he was very angry.

"No, no, no. I found out that the person who was looking for you was someone I knew, so I went to see him on your behalf, and then..."

Freda took out a tube of blood from the medicine box and said, "I've checked on him. There is a small problem and want to borrow your help."

"You want me..." Ghost was still a little dissatisfied and mumbled.

"Please help me. He is really a good person! If you help him... I will buy you a lot of mangoes!"

"No, I'm allergic."