"come in."
As soon as Yun Qingyan came to the door of the room, the door opened from the inside.
Nie Zhao walked out with his swollen face like a pig's head. Looking at Yun Qingyan's expression of disgust, he felt sad and angry.
Whose credit is it for my nice yard to become like this
Unfortunately, I can’t tell you the pain!
"Say something in the room." Nie Zhao turned around and went in first.
Yun Qingyan's eyes kept falling on Nie Zhao's face. Nie Zhao was embarrassed by being stared at, so he pretended to yell fiercely, "What are you looking at? Have you seen enough?"
Yun Qingyan shrugged her nose and half-smiled, "Vice President Nie, who gave you the wound on your face?"
According to the recovery power of a god-level master, such a minor injury should have healed long ago, but there was no trace of recovery on Nie Zhao's face, indicating that the person who beat him was unusual.
"This is none of your business. Why are you still asking about the mentor's gossip? Hurry up and tell me what you are here for!" Nie Zhao felt mixed in his heart when he mentioned the injury on his face.
Judging from the time when Ri Feng Liao Mianxia and the mysterious Lord arrived that day, they probably didn't want anyone to know about this matter, and they kept it secret from Yun Qingyan. If they didn't tell them, how could he dare to tell them.
"What if I can heal your injury?" Yun Qingyan said with a smile, remembering the money she owed the mysterious old man, and couldn't help but have Nie Zhao's idea.
Although he looks like a rough guy on the surface, Nie Zhao is extremely delicate on the inside.
What is this little fox planning
Nie Zhao was not fooled, coughed twice, and said righteously, "Good student! Teachers are bound to lend a helping hand when in trouble! This is the style of our First Academy students!"
A tall hat was instantly put on Yun Qingyan's head.
Nie Zhao's thoughts were very beautiful. Let Yun Qingyan treat the injury voluntarily. Although he knew that the injury on his face was caused by Emperor Jiuque's deliberate attempt to punish him, Nie Zhao thought to himself that if the person whom the Lord wanted to protect took the initiative to heal her injuries, the Lord would not bother with his reduction of the punishment period. Something about that
Yun Qingyan looked at Nie Zhao with a smile, "Although the student intends to heal your injuries, this method of healing is very energy-consuming... The student may need some high-grade Yuan Yu to restore his strength."
Nie Zhao knew that he would have to bleed heavily this time.
"How much do you want?"
"Ten thousand high-grade jade." When Yun Qingyan said this, he couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Ten thousand?!" Nie Zhao's voice was a little higher. Ten thousand high-grade jade can buy several high-quality healing pills.
Although he was not short of money, he did not expect it to be so expensive.
"Although it's a little expensive, it works very quickly. Vice President, you don't want to go out with this look on your face, right? It will damage your handsome and mighty image!" Yun Qingyan vowed.
In fact, Nie Zhao has also taken a lot of healing medicine, but it has never been effective. The total of those pills is almost 10,000.
"Okay, ten thousand is ten thousand. Start treatment now. If the swelling on my face can be reduced, I will pay immediately!" Nie Zhao said.
Ordinary doctors and alchemists can't cure it. Yun Qingyan is from Fengyun City, so he should be able to do something.
Seeing Nie Zhao being so straightforward, Yun Qingyan was not idle and immediately started treating him.
She had herbs to reduce swelling and blood stasis. The key was to draw out the remaining energy on Nie Zhao's face.
First, he crushed several energy-dissolving herbs into juice and smeared it on Nie Zhao's face. Yun Qingyan's consciousness probed Nie Zhao's muscles and bones, "Vice President Nie, relax your body and gather your strength."
(End of chapter)