However, she is not a goody-goody who only cares about the world.
There are some things she can take care of, but there are some things she is not interested in taking care of.
In this divine medical school, the law of the jungle prevails and the strong are respected. If you want to stay here and want to be respected, crying is useless. The only way is to improve your own strength.
Thinking of this, He Xi no longer paid attention to the two of them. He appeared on his bed in a flash and closed his eyes to rest.
Tong Bing's pleading eyes towards He Xi turned into disappointment when she saw He Xi close his eyes.
He bit his lip and stood there blankly, his tears turning cold. Finally, he gritted his teeth, bent down, picked up his quilt, and walked out the door.
When he walked out of the dormitory door, Tong Bing suddenly turned back and choked up and said, "Master Xuanmu, I... I will definitely work hard to get your approval."
However, before he finished speaking, a strong wind blew and the door was slammed shut.
Tong Bing felt a sharp pain in her nose and cheeks, and couldn't help but cry again.
But he gritted his teeth and held back, turning around and going to the utility room nearby.
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Five days later, He Xi had basically figured out the approximate location and layout of Bijingxuan.
In other words, Dandan remembered the brief map of Bijingxuan and its defense situation.
She even pretended to have taken the wrong road and walked around, and asked Xiaoli to confirm the place where the witch's aura appeared.
The people in Bijingxuan now have a much better attitude towards Hexi.
The reason was simple. Under He Xi's treatment, their Lord's complexion had indeed improved a lot, and five days had passed, and his original illness had not recurred.
In the quiet private room, He Xi took his hand away from the middle-aged man's wrist and smiled slightly, saying, "Although your condition has not improved, your physical condition has improved a lot. Perhaps you don't have to wait ten days to have a craniotomy."
A hint of joy flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and the hand he retracted trembled slightly with excitement.
No matter how strong and powerful he is, or how calm and composed he appears, no one will not care about his own life.
What's more, his illness had an embarrassing and ugly attack mode. The middle-aged man felt it was more unbearable than death when he thought about being seen in his crazy state by others.
Lu Xuyang had tried to relieve his pain before, but he could feel that the power in his brain that was driving him crazy was becoming stronger and stronger.
However, the boy in front of him felt different after treatment.
Although the evil power in his brain did not decrease, it seemed to be restrained by something, so that he no longer felt that his life was threatened in real time.
Just the regulatory treatment gave him the feeling of having his life back, but what about the surgery? Could it really cure him
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and quickly calmed his turbulent emotions.
A pair of deep dark eyes fell on He Xi, and he slowly said: "These few days~You come to treat me every day, but you never ask who I am? Little girl, aren't you curious?"
He Xi smiled leisurely: "If I ask out of curiosity, will you tell me?"
Meeting the middle-aged man's gaze, He Xi sneered and spread his hands, "That's it, since you won't tell me, why should I bother with this?"
The middle-aged man laughed softly: "What an interesting little girl. But it's true, your real purpose of coming here is not just to cure my illness, right?" (To be continued)