Liu wiped his hands with his hands, packed the medicine box, and prepared to sit by and watch Zhong Jiuchou save people. There was a rapid knock outside the door.

Finally, Jiuchou was removing Ran Shaotang's outer robe. Liu Yishou roared impatiently: "Who?"

A hurried voice came from outside the door: "Doctor Liu, it's not good. Several soldiers in the Secret Guard Camp suddenly had a disease, vomiting and diarrhea, you can go and have a look."

"Okay, okay, you must be greedy. My dignified doctor's hand wipes your butts every day." He put on a big cloak and picked up the medicine box, pointing to Zhong Jiuchou, "You don't have to take it off for him. The room is cold, just leave a middle cloak. Remember to enter the true energy into the heart, the yang first, and then stabilize it from the jade hall and the sandalwood. Don't mess the order."

After giving instructions, I pushed the door and went out to see someone.

The door of the room was closed by the servant outside, and finally Jiuchou helped Ran Shaotang up, supported her back with his palms, and focused on Xinshu and Zhiyang acupoints, continuously inputting true qi into her body, helping her to open up the injured heart meridians.

Half an hour later, I obviously felt a ray of true energy colliding with him in Ran Shaotang's body.

He immediately transferred Ran Shaotang over, faced him, and pressed his palms hard to her front chest.

There are two acupoints in Yutang and Tanzhong.

As soon as Jiuchou stroked his palm, he felt something was wrong.

It actually has a fleshy feeling.

Finally, Jiuchou looked down at that position, then looked at Ran Shaotang's whole person.

She is thin and has a slender neck, and she is not as good as a muscular person at all.

How can it feel fleshy?

He couldn't help but rub and press her chest twice, as if he was suddenly burned, and he fell backwards.

Ran Shaotang, in a coma, lost his support and immediately fell on the bed.

In the end, Jiuchou consumed a lot of true qi in his body, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead during his fright.

He looked at Ran Shaotang for a while, helped her again, and continued to input internal strength to her as Liu Yishou asked.

In the haze, Ran Shaotang felt that his chest was on fire, and the meridians in his body seemed to be soothed and repaired by powerful forces, and his whole body was warm.

The next day, when Ran Shaotang woke up, he opened his eyes and looked at the green gauze hanging on the bed tent. It took him a long time to come to his senses.

Is she a leisurely residence in Zhongjiuchou?

She supported herself and wanted to sit up? She was still the same clothes she had yesterday. However, the wound on her arm had been re-banded.

Just sat for a moment? A pain came from her chest. Only then did she remember what happened yesterday.

She was slapped by Ming Xiao on the back.

I didn't think anything was wrong at the time.

It was not until a few hours later that I felt the pain? I vomited blood again? I realized that that palm was really extraordinary.

No wonder Ming Xiao looked at himself with that mysterious look after he finished filming himself.

Fortunately, it happened here at Zhong Jiuchou? If it was in Ran’s Mansion, it would definitely scare the family.

She was a little thirsty? She wanted to reach the teapot on the table? The door was pushed open at this time.

Finally Jiuchou walked in: "Don't move, I'll help you if you want to drink water."

Ran Shaotang suddenly felt his eyes lit up when he saw him walking in from the sun in white.

She smiled and said ok.

Lying back? Waiting for Zhong Jiuchou to pour tea for her.

Finally, Jiuchou closed the door? He was afraid that the cold wind outside would blow in and freeze Ran Shaotang.

He lifted the pot and touched it: "The water is cold, I'll let the pot be hot."

"No, I just want to drink cold. My throat is smoking." Ran Shaotang stared at Zhong Jiuchou with a pair of smiling almond eyes.

In the end, Jiuchou was unhappy: "No, you can't drink cold."

"Why can't you drink it? You haven't drunk it before."

“I can’t drink anyway.”

"Uncle Master, I know you saved me? But after saving me, I will also send the Buddha to the West. Do you want to die of thirst?"

Finally Jiuchou glanced at Ran Shaotang? He looked cold and frosty: "In the future, you don't have to call me uncle."

"What's the name of uncle? Did you change to junior master again?" Ran Shaotang joked deliberately.

Finally, Jiuchou had a dark face? He hummed and turned around and went out with the pot.

Ran Shaotang was so anxious that he called him "Hey hey hey" and said, "Don't leave? Leave the pot."

"Cough cough cough." She couldn't breathe? After saying this, she was already out of breath, and not only had her chest pain, but also coughed and wheezing.

After waiting for a while, Jiuchou finally came back.

Holding the pot just now, he came in and poured her a glass of water first.

Ran Shaotang took it and drank it all, and handed it to him, "Give another cup."

The tea temperature was suitable, neither lukewarm nor hot. Ran Shaotang drank five cups in one breath before stopping.

"Thank you." Ran Shaotang lay on the pillow with satisfaction, touched his stomach, tilted his head to Zhong Jiuchou and said, "I'm hungry."

Finally, Jiuchou tucked the corner of her quilt: "I've been prepared and I'll be able to take it in a while. I'll take medicine after the meal."

Ran Shaotang looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the window and asked him quietly: "Is my injury healed? Will it affect my internal strength?"

She felt that she was weak all over, and no matter how she condensed, it was like dispersed sand and could not condense.

Zhong Jiuchou didn't want to lie to her and said bluntly: "Ming Xiao practiced Hunyuan Pili Palm, not the martial arts of the Central Plains, and it was very sinister. The Zhongpin Palm could not detect the problem at that time and could not use the power to heal the wounds in time. He missed the best time to heal the muscles and veins. It would take some time to cure it. You must not use internal strength now."

"Mingxiao? Well, I've written it down. I'm hungry, can I have a meal?"

Ran Shaotang looked at the light coming out of the window, and there was nothing unusual on his face.

It seemed as if the things that Zhong Jiuchou just said had nothing to do with her.

But finally Jiuchou knew that the more she did, the more uncomfortable she felt.

When he lived with her in the Medicine King Hall, he knew that she worked very hard.

In order to practice, she insists on getting up early every day, regardless of cold or heat, wind or rain or snow.

Sometimes he wants to be lazy and sleep in bed on rainy days, but Ran Shaotang never gives himself the opportunity to be lazy and get up early to practice martial arts.

If a person who likes Kung Fu like this loses his internal strength, he will not know how sad it will be.

"Shaotang, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Don't worry, Uncle Yishou said that he will definitely cure you. But in the short term, you don't need internal strength. As long as he cooperates with the treatment properly according to his requirements, there will be no problem."

Ran Shaotang turned around and smiled at him: "Well, don't worry, uncle, I'm not a child. You don't have to worry about me. I'm really hungry."

Zhong Jiuchou looked at her expression carefully. Her smiling face was like an impeccable mask, making him unable to see any real thoughts she was hiding behind the mask.

He touched her head and went out to get the meal in.

Ran Shaotang looked at Zhong Jiuchou's back as he left, and the smile on his face slowly cracked, and weak grief and anger surged out of the crack.

What Jiuchou made people prepare was a bowl of porridge and a few side dishes.
Chapter completed!