Moruo came in with a jug of wine, a pair of dazed eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was about to fall.
It seems that this place is regarded as a tavern!
He walked to Jing Rong's side and took out a pill from his waist for him to take.
"If you die, don't say that I cured you of the disease."
Ruin the reputation!
Lose my face!
This medicine is really a magic pill. As soon as it was poured into the throat, the bleeding from Jing Rong's wound stopped.
You kid, shouldn't you give him stimulants and drugs
Jing Rong paused for a while, then asked, "How did you get in?"
Moruo shrugged, "They said they were here to find you, and those people let me in, thinking that they wanted to kill me too, so I'll just put them in and be buried with you."
Not salty or bland!
Jing Rong choked, not knowing how to answer him.
Moruo put the jug in his hand calmly aside, and said softly, "There is sulfur powder in it, use it when necessary."
Jing Rong smiled.
"You've woken up."
"I'm always awake."
Eyebrows raised!
Jing Rong was speechless.
Mo Ruo got up and walked towards Ji Yunshu.
Shaking his head, with a hint of regret, "I didn't expect that you also understand the disease of loose sex, and it's not bad just now. If you can't get medical treatment, it's a pity."
Nonsence!
What kind of scattered disease, said so literary.
Isn't it a split personality
Ji Yunshu was still thinking before, Jing Rong is here, why didn't this guy come, he originally wanted to make the finale.
She tapped the fainted Zhao Qing with her jaw, "Can it be cured?"
"It depends."
With that said, he walked over, squatted down beside Zhao Qing, turned his arm, and took his pulse.
Zhao Huai didn't know, his face was sullen, vigilant in his heart, and confused.
"Who are you?"
"Mo Hua is my father." Moruo said.
Mo Hua
Zhao Huai was surprised.
"You are the son of a genius doctor?" Zhao Huai's vigilance stopped.
"What's surprising, who doesn't have a son yet?"
End the pulse!
He opened Zhao Qing's eyes and looked at it again, then squeezed his cheeks, looked at his tongue, then clapped his hands, and said lazily, "Fortunately, this disease is not very serious, if it needs to be cured, healed too.”
Zhao Huai was overjoyed, "Really?"
"nature."
"But the genius doctor said back then that this disease can't be cured."
Mo Ruo was unhappy, "I can cure the disease that the old guy can cure, and I can also cure the disease that the old guy can't cure."
With arrogance on his face, he is full of energy.
Immediately, he got up and brushed his sleeves, and said in a conditional tone, "Man, I can help you heal, but you have to let everyone go."
"Have you let him go?" Zhao Huai gritted his teeth, "You killed so many of my brothers and smeared sulphur powder on the gold, obviously you wanted to blow up my Gao Shanzhai, how can I let you go?"
"Then I won't cure this disease. You can't find another person in the world who can cure this disease except me."
"you… "
"You're not at a loss."
paralysis!
It's a big loss.
Zhao Huai swayed in his heart!
At this moment, Jing Rong's eyelids that were about to be knocked off lifted up, he propped himself up hard, and walked over with a slightly heavy step.
Despite being injured, the prince's posture is still sufficient.
Looking at Zhao Huai, he said, "Why are you struggling to the death, although the Gaoshanzhai has many organs, it is difficult to get in and get out, but all of your people are weak and weak, like scattered sand, even if you have an advantage in numbers , But the people around this king are not vegetarians. They can kill 30 or 40 people under your hands, and they can also kill hundreds of thousands of you. Now outside, this king has deployed 3,000 soldiers and horses, and is about to arrive. At the foot of the mountain, as long as you give an order, you will attack the mountain, even if you lose both in the end, your high mountain village will definitely be razed to the ground and turned into ruins, and if this king is you, you will stop as soon as possible to avoid the consequences."
Under the strong tone, there is coldness mixed in.
The so-called 3,000 soldiers and horses made Zhao Huai's heart tremble!
In fact, the current situation, he has long expected.
It's just the stubbornness and loyalty in my heart. After all, how can I just ignore the death of so many brothers
He swept around the brethren.
Hesitant in mind.
Finally made a decision, gritted his teeth, "Okay, as long as Zhao Qing can be cured, you can leave safely."
Immediately, Zhao Qing was ordered to be carried to the backyard of the cottage.
He also turned his heart and said to Mo Ruo, "You must cure Zhao Qing's illness before you can leave. Otherwise, even if you lose both, I will not hesitate."
Mo Ruo was surprised and distressed, "This kind of disease can't be cured in a short time. Is it possible that you will leave us for a year and a half?"
"Then within five days, as long as Zhao Qing's condition improves, and you must ensure that he can continue to improve without you, I will let you go."
five days
Are you kidding me
Moruo obviously couldn't accept it.
And Jing Rong said, "Five days is five days!"
Mo Ruo's eyes were tensed, she walked over and said, "How can it be possible in five days?"
"Aren't you a genius doctor?"
"I'm a magician, not a magician who can save people with a single shot."
Brother, stop playing with me.
Jing Rong's attitude was firm, she lowered her voice deliberately, and said into his ear, "Are you sure it will be cured?"
"The right medicine is not a big problem, but time is a problem. To cure this disease, it will not work within a year and a half."
"I didn't say that you would be cured within five days." Jing Rong was serious, "Mo Ruo, my original plan has been disrupted, and now I am injured again, relying solely on Ziran Zijin, and you, we are out If you don’t go, the three thousand soldiers in Jingzhou haven’t received my order yet, and they’re not at the foot of the mountain, so it’s not okay to confront them head-on, you can answer first, and I’ll be here to recuperate, and then make plans.”
Mo Ruo sighed after hearing this.
Then Zhao Huai should go down.
then-
Jing Rong and others stayed in the cottage for the time being.
Zhao Huai "became the host", kindly arranged a room, and prepared some medicinal materials for Jing Rong, which was regarded as a treat.
Moruo also took the time to diagnose and treat.
Zhao Qing was lying on the bed, and Moruo took his pulse for a while.
His brows knitted together for a moment, then loosened, and someone brought a pack of silver needles and a glass lamp.
"Take off your clothes." commanded.
Ba Hu, who was next to him, was stunned for a moment, and then took off Zhao Qing's clothes as instructed.
Mo Ruo picked a slender silver needle from the wallet, put it on the flame and baked it back and forth for a while, and then stabbed it into Zhao Qing's temple.
I took a few more and stabbed them into the acupoints on Zhao Qing's head one by one.
But when Mo Ruozhen was about to pierce Zhao Qing's left side of the throat, he found a small stripe mark on his neck, like a scar left after being scratched by a knife.
When Zhao Huai saw his gaze fell on Zhao Qing's neck, his sense of vigilance burst out.
The fists clenched secretly.