His chaotic brain suddenly became clear. Mr. Lu felt more comfortable than ever before, and even his memory was much better. Some details that he had ignored or even forgotten were also remembered at this moment.
"Tea, yes tea."
Si Niannian held down Mr. Lu who was about to get up and continued to give him acupuncture.
"What tea?"
Mr. Lu sighed softly, "I thought she had forgiven me, but I didn't expect..."
"That's right, she really should hate me."
Si Niannian's needle had already been inserted into his lower abdomen and he looked up at him.
"Grandpa Lu, I don't know who you are talking about, but this person should not only want your life."
Only then did Mr. Lu stop his random thoughts. He couldn't move his head, so he could only turn his eyes and look at Si Niannian.
Si Niannian pressed gently on Mr. Lu's pubic area.
"Well!"
The severe pain made Mr. Lu couldn't help but make a sound.
"How could this happen?" Mr. Lu looked puzzled, "Nian Nian, what is this?"
Si Niannian frowned, "Your Dantian is damaged. This is the reason why your cultivation level has been unable to rise. Not only that, after the poison is released, your cultivation level will also regress. Grandpa Lu, you felt pain just now because... because Your Nascent Soul is degenerating.”
Mr. Lu's pupils shrank, and a surge of anger surged up.
Si Niannian quickly sealed his acupuncture points and inserted a needle into his chest.
"puff!"
Mr. Lu spit out a mouthful of blood, which pooled on the ground, with a few thin worms squirming in it.
Si Niannian quickly gave Mr. Lu a pill, and then injected a few more injections into his heart until Mr. Lu's face gradually recovered and his breathing became even.
"I'm sorry, Grandpa Lu, I just wanted to stimulate you and force the Gu out."
Si Nian Nian took out a wooden jar from the space, put the blood worms on the ground into it, and quickly sealed it.
"What about my Nascent Soul?"
Si Niannian patted Mr. Lu's hand and said, "I will try my best to make you recover, Mr. Lu."
Mr. Lu's heart trembled. In fact, at the moment when he vomited blood, he himself felt it, but he couldn't help but want to look forward to it more.
After working hard to reach the threshold of cultivation, practicing hard for many years, and paying so much for cultivation, no one can accept it for a moment when they know that their cultivation suddenly declines.
What's more, his level of cultivation determines the glory and status of the Lu family.
"Nian Nian, how confident are you that I can recover?" Mr. Lu asked.
Si Nian Nian thought for a moment and said, "Fifty percent."
This was her conservative estimate. In fact, it should be more than 50%, but she didn't want to overstate it.
Mr. Lu nodded, "Fifty percent is good, at least it's not completely hopeless. Nian Nian, Mr. Lu wants to ask you something."
"You say."
"Keep this matter secret for Grandpa Lu and don't mention it to anyone."
Si Niannian nodded, "Of course, Grandpa Lu, don't worry."
After acupuncture, the person who came to pick up Mr. Lu was a middle-aged man in his forties, but it was not Lu Changlin. Si Niannian didn't say much, except that he had to take medicine on time.
Afterwards, Si Niannian came to the innermost room in the backyard.
This is the pharmacy she set up, and it is also her laboratory. Double formations are set up around it, so there is no need to worry about anyone breaking in or peeping.
Si Niannian took out a blood worm and studied it repeatedly using several methods. He also took out medical books and checked it repeatedly, but he could not finally determine what kind of poison it was.
That's right, it's not poison, it's poison.
If Si Niannian hadn't read the Alchemy God's handbook, he probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
"It looks like I'm going to take it to the teacher for advice."
(End of chapter)