But when Zhuque saw He Xi like this, she felt a burning fire of jealousy in her heart, which made her eyes bulge out like dead fish eyes. She waited for He Xi viciously, and the wound on her face kept trembling.
She took a deep breath and said sternly, "Nalan Hexi, I haven't asked you what sinister intentions you have. You knew that the master had an attack of cold poison in his body, but you actually wanted to use Yin Ningcao on him. You clearly want to harm the master's life. Don't think that just because you have deceived Qinglong and others with your sweet words, you can deceive me. I am a fifth-grade doctor recognized by the Medical Association. With your mediocre skills, do you dare to say that you can be better than me!"
He Xi sneered, looking at her with contempt and disdain, "Suzaku, you should wait until the scar on your face is healed before you tell me such big talk."
The expression on Zhuque's face suddenly froze and he subconsciously covered his face.
After seeing her master carrying the bitch back, she forgot everything and was blinded by jealousy. For a moment, she didn't care that the veil on her face had fallen off, but now, thinking of how she had always appeared in front of people in such an ugly state, she had a bit of fear in her eyes.
For a woman who loves beauty, appearance is everything to her, especially when she appears in front of her master in such an ugly appearance.
Zhuque's expression twisted, and he looked at Hexi with more hatred, "Bitch, you..."
"Don't you notice that the scar on your face is getting bigger and darker?" He Xi interrupted her nonchalantly, "To tell you the truth, one day, this scar will spread to your entire face and emit an unpleasant odor. Hmm... This feeling must be very strange. But aren't you a fifth-grade doctor? I believe it can be cured."
Zhuque's eyes suddenly widened, her face full of horror and disbelief. No! She didn't believe He Xi's words at all. There was no such poison in the world, but...but why did this bitch say it so confidently? What if it was true
He Xi ignored her fear and said calmly, "Let's get back to the point. If I use Yin Ning Grass and the medicine I mentioned, can it help Nangong Yu wake up and get through this attack?"
"Impossible!" Zhuque blurted out, "Yin Ning Grass is extremely cold, it will only aggravate the master's injuries, how can it possibly cure the master's illness? Stop standing there..."
"Oh, since you insist on not believing it, why don't we make a bet?"
He Xi gently played with a jade pendant on his waist, and said with a smile, "If I can't make Nangong Yu wake up, I will let you do whatever you want."
Zhuque immediately raised his voice and growled, "If you can't cure the master, I will scratch your face and corrode your skin with poison. Do you dare to promise me?!"
A hint of coldness flashed across He Xi's eyes, and he said slowly: "Why shouldn't I agree? But what if... I cured Nangong Yu?"
Zhuque was stunned for a moment, then sneered and said, "It is impossible to wake the master up with the medicine you mentioned. You are just dreaming. If you can really cure the master, I will give up my cultivation and never be a doctor again. That should be fine, right?"
He Xi smiled faintly, and did not leave her anymore. He turned to look at Qing Long, "The medicine I mentioned, prepare it immediately." (To be continued)