Ran Shaotang smelled it and the air in the room was full of disgusting blood. She dragged Zhongjiu Pa to a clean place, pulled a quilt to cover it, walked to the window and opened the window. The fresh air in the morning came to her face with the purses of cold dew.

She took a few deep breaths greedily, then returned to Zhongjiu's side, touched its head gently and said, "Waiting for me."

She went to make a basin of hot water, returned to the house, dipped the cloth towel and dipped it in hot water, carefully rubbing the blood on Zhongjiuwa.

After struggling for more than half an hour, I finally turned back to the snow-white little white tiger.

After taking the medicine, it cleared out the poisonous blood and recovered its mind. Seeing Ran Shaotang guarding it next to it, he stuck out his tongue and gently licked her hand gently.

Ran Shaotang has taken care of it for several years and has long regarded it as an indispensable part of his life.

Now that he finally got a little angry, he relaxed his tight heartstrings. Seeing it lying in her arms as it looked pitiful, she couldn't help but shed tears.

When Sanqi came in, he saw Ran Shaotang's face buried on the head of the big tiger in Zhongjiu.

He hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether to go in or return.

Ran Shaotang heard the footsteps and raised his head: "Where is the person?"

Sanqi frowned and lowered his head, and whispered: "Wu Yan is gone."

"Absent?"

"Yes, he went with me to arrange Gu Wanjiao. When the enemy came, I only cared about Gu Wanjiao and did not pay attention to where Wu Yan was going. At present, there are two possibilities. One is that he might have been injured, failed to escape, and died in the fire."

Ran Shaotang didn't say anything, his eyes were dim.

Sanqi continued: "It is also possible that he was taken away with Gu Wanjiao."

The air stagnates.

After a while, Ran Shaotang said again: "Go to the ruins to look carefully to see if there is any suspicion. Didn't Xiaoyue send someone to investigate this matter? See if there is any news about Wu Yan. Wu Wei wait before telling him."

Wu Wei just found her son, but if she lost it again, she would be really sorry.

Sanqi wrote down one by one, thought about it, and then said something that was not good or bad.

"Young Master, Song Ao is gone?"

"What? He is gone? Have you looked for it in the village?"

"I searched for it, and I searched it everywhere. I wonder if he is..."

Ran Shaotang said: "Impossible. When the fire started, he followed me and didn't go far. Maybe..."

Maybe, Song Ao is the same as Zhong Jiuchou? There is something that cannot be said? I will leave without saying goodbye.

Sanqi waited for a while, but Ran Shaotang did not continue.

He asked carefully: "Young Master? Then should you send someone to find Song Ao?"

"No need? He is very skilled in martial arts and is also smart? It should be fine."

Ran Shaotang glanced at Zhongjiu's romance on the ground and said to Sanqi: "Help me lift Zhongjiu's romance onto the bed."

Is it cool on the ground?    It is not conducive to its recovery.

Fortunately? Finally, Jiu was able to move by himself. Ran Shaotang and Sanqi used some effort and placed it on Ran Shaotang's bed.

Sanqi looked at the dazzling blood stains and sewage on the ground and called someone to clean the room. He brought two other sandalwoods from the stove? He placed them in a ventilated place in the room. Then he reminded Ran Shaotang, who had been sitting next to the bed and combing the fur for Zhongjiu, to change into clean clothes.

Ran Shaotang looked down at the stains on his body, nodded, and whispered a few words with Zhongjiu.                                                

Wait until she packed it up? After she came back, there were already several more people in the room.

Feng Rang and Xie Yingren, who received the news, were standing not far from the bed and watching Zhongjiu lie down and drinking water.

Qin Xiaoyue sat next to the couch holding the special water jar for Zhongjiu? Feed it to drink water.

Hearing Ran Shaotang's footsteps, he finally stopped drinking.          There was another dying look that he was tilted on the couch.

Sanqi looked at everyone with a look? I thought to myself? Is this guy pretending?

When I was eating roast chicken just now, I was not so listless.

Ran Shaotang looked at Zhongjiu's pitiful look and immediately stepped forward, touching and coaxing her. Zhongjiu's big head was pressing against her palm.

"Master, how do you clear the remaining poisons of it?"

Ran Shaotang asked Fengrang worriedly, fearing that he would never be able to recover from his previous lifestyle.

If Wu Yan is here, he can still prescribe the right medicine, but now he can only find out.

Feng Rang had seen the poisoning situation in the Zhongjiu Party before she changed her clothes.

The tiger's veins were not something he could understand, he could only look at its state and eyes.

"You open its mouth and look at the tongue coating. There is black gas caused by poisoning. If the black gas dissipates, it proves that your method is useful, and you can continue to treat it."

Ran Shaotang thought about it, but was afraid of Zhongjiu's head and discussed: "Let me see if there are any toxins left?"

Zhong Jiu lay down and raised his eyelids, thought for a while, not only did he not open his mouth, but instead closed his mouth tighter.

No matter how hard Ren Ran Shaotang broke it, he couldn't break it.

Feng Rang laughed twice, "Looking at this stance, Du Qing is almost done."

Ran Shaotang calmed down and felt that he was dark under the light. He didn't expect that it was stubborn and powerful, so he must not be as uncomfortable as before.

"Master, take out the thousand-year-old ginseng you brought for me."

Before Ran Shaotang could finish his words, Feng Rang immediately glared at him and turned around and was about to leave.

He didn't agree with the things he wanted to give Ling Fei what he gave to a tiger. Although this thousand-year-old ginseng was brought by this white tiger from the Black Forest.

This cannot be given either.

Ran Shaotang knew that he was stingy and asked for something from him, so he must be like cutting out his flesh. He hurriedly explained: "It was not for Zhongjiu to eat, but for Guo Shaoxia. He was also injured. It seemed that not only hurt his thighs, but it was likely that he was injured by the airflow of gunpowder. Otherwise, with his martial arts, he would not be unable to stop the blood."

If a martial artist has internal strength, he can stop the blood by tapping the acupoints around his thighs.

She saw that he looked very dull at the time and probably suffered internal injuries.

I originally wanted to come back and ask my master for ginseng, but because Zhong Jiu's house was suddenly poisoned, the matter was delayed.

She felt sorry for her and was anxious to send the ginseng to Guo Xia.

Feng Rang heard that it was for Guo Xia, and his defense in his heart was relieved.

This child has a good martial arts skills and is serious in studying medicine. The key is that he has the patience to accompany him to talk about the world. This is rare.

After he suffered internal injuries, no one would play with him.

"Okay, let Xiaoyue go to my place to get it later." I was planning to find an opportunity to give it to Ling Fei to make her happy.

Ran Shaotang seemed to see through his thoughts and said behind him: "When I return to Jingshan, I will ask Zhongjiu to get you a few more trees."

Feng Rang looked back and looked at Zhong Jiu, hummed, and went back to his yard.

Ran Shaotang gave Qin Xiaoyue a wink, and Qin Xiaoyue immediately followed Feng Rang to get the thousand-year-old ginseng.
Chapter completed!