As the spiritual power entered Shangguan Wenji's meridians, his physical condition appeared clearly before him.
Shangguan Wenji's injuries were actually very serious. His internal organs were all dislocated and damaged, especially his right hand, which was not only dry and necrotic, but also blocked the circulation of meridians throughout his body.
If these meridians were blocked forever, Shangguan Wenji's cultivation would regress little by little, and his body would decay little by little until he died of old age like a mortal.
When Shangguan Wenji saw He Xi’s slightly frowned brows, the only hope left in his heart turned into despair.
He spoke in a low voice, "Master Xi, you don't have to worry. I know my physical condition very well. I am very happy that I can hold on until you come and save my children. I have already written the edict of succession. Please give it to Heng'er for me and tell him to make sure to preserve the Kingdom of Jinling and not let the Feng family destroy it. And that wicked son Shangguan Qi, he got a fake edict, and he will definitely collude with the Feng family when the time comes..."
"Shut up!" He Xi interrupted him impatiently, "Who said you're going to die? It's just a little poison that shrinks your blood, flesh and meridians. What's the big deal? Even if you're cured, your hand may not be very flexible anymore, and you won't be able to improve your cultivation in the future."
Shangguan Wenji froze on the spot, tears of sadness and despair still on his face. His eyes were wide open in stupidity, looking incredibly ridiculous.
He Xi picked up the silver needle and quickly inserted it into his major acupuncture points.
With the influx of silver needles and strong water spiritual power, Shangguan Wenji felt that his originally dry meridians and dantian seemed to be moisturized, and he felt indescribably comfortable.
He stared blankly at the handsome young man in front of him. He looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, but his eyes were so steady. When he talked about medical skills and gave acupuncture, he was so calm and composed that he believed for no reason that as long as he was there, he could survive and be saved.
The young miracle doctor, is that Xi Yue
No wonder so many people say that he is a rare genius. No wonder he can run the Shengde Hall that even the Medical Association and the Feng family covet.
After the acupuncture was completed, to ensure that Shangguan Wenji's meridians could run smoothly, He Xi threw a porcelain bottle to him and said, "This is a fourth-grade meridian moistening pill. Take one pill every day. After a month, your arm's flesh and meridians will be restored. Although you won't be as flexible as before and basically can't hold a weapon, you will still have no problem with your daily life."
After saying that, he no longer cared about Shangguan Wenji's grateful expression, turned aside and watched the fight between Nangong Yu and Heisha.
At this moment, all the people from the Feng family in the palace had been dealt with by them, and the only one left was Heisha.
The purple dark vines have also spread all around the palace to prevent the news from being passed out and alert the people of the Feng family in Yanjing City.
So He Xi and Nangong Yu are both relatively relaxed.
Especially since Nangong Yu's cultivation is much higher than Heisha's, so when he and Heisha are trembling, there is always a kind of laziness and leisurelyness, like a cat playing with a mouse and teasing him.
Such contempt made Heisha more and more angry, and he almost reached a hysterical point.
But Nangong Yu seemed to be strolling in the garden, with a lazy smile on his handsome face, and his every move was full of intoxicating charm.
He Xi stared blankly at the man who looked completely different from the man she usually met, and refused to admit that her heart was pounding. (To be continued)