Howard frowned. "Is she mentally ill? What are you talking to her about?"

Ashley squatted down and asked her, "I heard you say something about Ji. What Ji? Who is it?"

"The surname is Ji. Who else could it be? I'm starving to death..." The woman trembled and groaned in pain.

A strange light flashed in Ashley's eyes. "Then I just heard you say... Zoey, is that the name? Do you know her?"

Howard listened and said in amusement, "How is this possible? Did you hear wrongly?"

"Zoey, that's right. It's her. It's her. I brought her son well, but she chased me away. She's a slut. She's not a good thing..." When the woman heard Zoey's name, it was as if she had pressed a switch. She cursed loudly.

"The one surnamed Ji, Zoey, and her son?" Ashley stood up and glanced at Howard. She smiled gently, and her eyes flashed with joy. "Looks like our luck today is pretty good."

"Come, I'll take you to take a bath and change clothes first. Then I'll take you to have a bath and eat delicious food. Tell me everything you know, okay?" Ashley spoke to her in the gentlest tone in her life.

The woman nodded repeatedly. "Good, good..."

Ashley and Howard looked at each other with excitement.

It was a big fish!

They were going to catch her.

"There! Quick!"

Suddenly, there was a sound. The two paled, quickly stuffed the person into the car, and slipped away.

…

When Wyatt returned to the mansion with Zoey in his arms, someone was already waiting for them.

"Put her down, and let me see." Jason stepped forward. He looked at him and said.

Wyatt put her gently on the sofa with a sullen face and said, "She was drugged."

Jason took the medicine box and examined her. He said without raising his head, "Of course. I know she fainted. But this drug..."

Wyatt's expression turned cold. "Can't you tell?"

"No, how is that possible? You look down on my medical skills too much," Jason said sloppily. He rolled Zoey's eyelids and gently lifted her collar to look at her with Wyatt's murderous gaze.

"What did you see?"

Wyatt resisted the urge to push his hand away and said coldly, "If you can't figure it out, say it earlier so that I can send her to the hospital."

"You don't have much confidence in my medical skills. Don't worry, I'm confident. I need to test her blood." As he spoke, he gently picked up the syringe and stabbed it into her blood vessels to draw half a tube of her blood.

The veins on Wyatt's forehead throbbed. "Are you sure you know it?"

Jason ignored him and put the blood into the test tube. His actions were orderly. He was not affected by him.

Wyatt began to doubt whether it was a good idea to ask him to come to his house to treat Zoey.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, Jason heaved a sigh of relief. "That's right. The result is out. It has ether and some anesthetics. It seems that the person is rather ruthless."

"Ether?" Wyatt remembered that it was an intoxicating drug.

Jason nodded with a serious expression. "Other than ether, there are other things." He said a few terms that sounded very professional and awkward. He frowned and said, "It seems that that person has bad intentions. If he wants to knock someone out, he can use ether. But that person adds these things."