My wife is a sword god

Chapter 181 Indirect Kissing
The doctors, who were at a loss at first, immediately got busy in an orderly manner after Qin Feng's arrival.

They either cooled the temperature of the people infected with heat poison, or prepared decoctions that could help the patients recover.

And Qin Feng just glanced at the lobby, and started to use Wen Qi to remove the fire poison in the people's bodies.

"Brother, do you need help?" Yang He stepped forward and asked.

The rest of the doctors are busy, and they can't just wait here for the Demon Slayer and his party.

Qin Feng turned his head to look at it, and then said: "There is more than one place where the patient is sick.

You also go to other houses together, and use cold compresses to help the people cool down.

Oh, and, waiting for the cured patients, you also need to escort them away, so it's not a problem to keep piling up here. "

"Understood." Yang He turned his head and glanced at his colleagues, and everyone took action.

Liu Jianli, who was outside the hall, looked at the bowed and busy figure in black.

Thoughts drifted to those nights, and the other party was also like this, with a serious and focused face on healing her meridian injuries.

Thinking about it, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

Time passed, and the doctors had prepared the decoction.

In Demon Slaying Division, the common people who were infected with the fire poison basically changed the towels on their bodies to cool down with ice packs.

Yang He and the others returned to the lobby, only to see Qin Feng sitting on a chair, with his eyes slightly closed, with a dignified expression.

Seeing this, everyone's heart skipped a beat, they thought it was because the other party was helpless.

Yang He approached, and said in a deep voice, "Is there nothing you can do about this disease?"

Hearing this, Qin Feng opened his eyes and frowned: "What can't be done?"

"I see you are frowning here, so I thought it was" Yang He hesitated to speak.

"I've dealt with everything here, so naturally I have to take a rest."

Yang He and the others looked astonished: "So fast?"

When they left, it took only two sticks of kung fu after all their efforts and calculations!

Looking at the expressions of these people, Qin Feng couldn't help but think of a certain medical advertisement in his previous life - why did you come, I'm already over~
However, even though he had already removed the fire poison from the bodies of the people in this hall, he was not so relaxed.

Because he found that the strange light red literary spirit in his divine sea had grown stronger again.

It can be seen from this that the heat poison infected by the common people has not disappeared, but has been integrated into his literary style.

Although these strange cultures have not had any impact on him yet, Qin Feng is still not sure whether quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes if this continues.

Just when he was frowning, someone tugged on his sleeve lightly.

Looking away, it was the little girl with two braids from before.

"Brother didn't lie to me, Dad can stand up now." The little girl said crisply.

The lady on the side was also grateful: "Thank you, thank you."

Behind their mother and daughter, the middle-aged man was leaning on the doorpost. Although he looked a little sluggish, his expression returned to normal.

He also cast a grateful look. If he fell down, God knows what kind of ending the small family will usher in.

Qin Feng rubbed the little girl's head, then raised his head and said to the woman and the man: "Drink the soup and medicine, go back to rest earlier.

Remember, never touch the gray snow outside again. "

The woman nodded repeatedly, and when the man finished drinking the soup, she took the little girl and helped him away.

Before leaving, he did not forget to turn his head and bow.

Qin Feng watched the three of them leave, then stood up and exhaled lightly.

At this moment, in Jinyang City, there are still many families like this.

He doesn't have the time now to care about the weird literary spirit in the sea of ​​gods.

"Let's go, the toxins in the body of the patients here have been eliminated, and they should be taken care of by other doctors.

You take me to the next place. "

"You just finished your work, don't you need to take a break?" Yang He asked with concern.

Qin Feng shook his head: "No, hurry up."

Because of practice makes perfect, Qin Feng's control over Wen Qi became more and more handy, and the speed of eliminating toxins naturally became faster and faster.

But even so, in the face of the huge number, it took him nearly two hours to heal all the patients.

"It's too much for a persistent man like me to keep mobilizing the literary energy in his body." Qin Feng found a corner where no one was around, and rested with his eyebrows held together.

Had he sat before the people, he would have been swallowed up by their gifts and words of gratitude.
Looking at the sea of ​​gods in his body again, the light red Wenqi has already occupied about one-tenth of the place around the questioning platform.

This was expected by Qin Feng, but it also made him feel extremely heavy.

Because up until now, even though so many strange cultural qi had gathered, there was still no abnormality in his body.

But he firmly believes that if things go wrong, there must be a demon.

And this kind of unknown variable is what scares him the most.
"Have some tea."

"Okay." Qin Feng, who bowed his head in thought, took the teacup and took a sip.

The tea should be freshly brewed and still a little hot.

He looked up, wanting to see who brought the tea, but he didn't expect that the figure of his own beautiful lady came into view.

Qin Feng stared wide-eyed, his expression was a little dull, this was really beyond his expectation.

Seeing this, Liu Jianli bent her head slightly. She raised the hair around her ear, and her red lips parted slightly: "Is the tea not good?"

This was the first time she made tea for someone, so she couldn't help but have such doubts.

but it shouldn't
She obviously followed the method taught by Ningshuang and practiced many times at night.

Liu Jianli blinked, stretched out her wrist as white and smooth as jade, and took the teacup from Qin Feng's hand.

Then she picked up the cup of tea and took a sip.

Qin Feng's expression suddenly became very exciting, because the position where the other party's lips touched was exactly where he had drunk before!
"You..." Qin Feng opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to speak the rest of the words.

There should be no concept of indirect kissing in ancient times, and the two of them are justifiable couples. Although they haven't reached the point where they know each other well, they don't need to care about it at all.

But for some reason, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but think back to that night, the warm touch on his cheeks and Liu Jianli, who was as beautiful as a fairy, covering his face with crimson under the moon.

Instantly, my heart skipped a beat.

It should not be all in the snow and frost posture, when it is about to open, and when it is not.

Pink lips, half a little rouge
The poem is about Mei, but Qin Feng's mind is full of a beautiful figure in white.

After Liu Jianli took a sip of tea, she lightly put her jade finger in front of her lips, bowed her head and pondered.

The taste of this tea is clearly the same as that made by Ningshuang for her.

But why, his expression is so strange?
"This tea." Liu Jianli's beautiful eyes widened before he finished speaking.

Qin Feng opened his arms, embraced her lightly, and said softly, "Thank you, the tea is delicious."

Liu Jianli was a little at a loss, her cheeks were flushed, really like that plum blossom in full bloom.

"You're welcome." The voice was waxy, tender as water.

(End of this chapter)