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Chapter 90 Taking Medicine
It can be imagined that the Gu King was not killed by the burning sacrifice itself, but that Yu Ren's body was immune to being ignited by the burning sacrifice, killing him and the eggs it laid.

Unfortunately, once ignited, it is not easy to extinguish it.

Only the moon fruit condensed by the moonlight can do it.

The medicine itself is just like its name.

Burning sacrifices, burning lives, offering sacrifices to the gods.

In this physical condition, Yu Ren could easily get out of balance with Qi and blood, manifested by nosebleeds, vomiting blood, extreme cold and extreme heat, and so on.If it is not adjusted, the accumulation time will be a little longer, and the qi and blood will be stirred up, and he will vomit blood and die.

……

From this point of view, the karmic fire poison should have been cured by his special constitution, Bai Xianyuan felt relieved.

But he vomited blood again...

All the prescriptions prescribed by A Niang are kept, and the prescription number is written on the Gu King.

Bai Xianyuan found out the prescription list, and then called Qin Lang over.

"Did my mother give Yu Ren medicine before?" Bai Xianyuan asked him.

Qin Lang: "I have."

"Do you think this is the prescription?" She handed him the prescription.

Qin Lang said, "I don't know about that either! He went to get the medicine and boil it himself."

Fearing that Bai Xianyuan would say that he was lazy, he explained: "Our boss knows the quality of medicinal materials, but I don't."

"He can recognize medicinal materials?" Bai Xianyuan didn't believe it, "Are you kidding me? If you use jujube as camphor, what else can he recognize?"

"He really knows it!" Qin Lang said, "He has become a good doctor after a long illness! I used to see him read medical books all the time, and ask the mistress for advice with that medical book! He read a lot of medical books, and finally he was sure that his illness was true. There is no other way, so I don’t want to watch it.”

Bai Xianyuan wondered: "Then he wouldn't use the wood peaches as camphor! What did he do with the dried wood peaches in the box?"

Qin Lang said: "He said that the insect protection should be just an excuse. The wooden peach is very important to him, so it is locked in the box."

Bai Xianyuan: "Something very important? Peach?"

Qin Lang tried his best to recall: "What year was it? Two or three years ago, when we came back from the summer vacation in Furong Mountain, he put the wooden peach on the stove to dry. I picked it up and looked at it, and he beat me. hand!"

"Mount Furong?" Bai Xianyuan's heart moved, something was vaguely touched, but he couldn't figure it out vaguely.

"Master, if you want to prescribe medicine for the boss and you don't know the prescription, then there is no need." Qin Lang said again, "He has the prescription."

Bai Xianyuan: "Alright then, he vomited some blood again today, you go back and urge him to take his medicine."

Qin Lang nodded solemnly and went back.

However, after a while, Qin Lang came back again and told Bai Xianyuan that Yu Ren locked himself in the room, and he knocked on the door for a long time, relaying Bai Xianyuan's words and asked him to take medicine, in exchange for him " roll" word.

Bai Xianyuan gritted her teeth angrily, but worried that he would get worse.

A few days after she gave him thirteen Tai Chi needles, she vomited blood, which is not a good sign.

Forget it, who told him to save her life?

Bai Xianyuan asked someone to get the medicine and boil it, put it in an airtight container, put it in a teapot, put a teacup in it, and pretended to go to Xihe Garden for a small sit, opened a secret passage, and went straight to Yu Ren's room.

He was lying on the bed, not sure if he hadn't fallen asleep or was awakened by the sound of her opening the secret door, Bai Xianyuan walked out through the secret door, and saw him staring at him with defensive eyes.

He was only wearing a white undershirt, his lips were bloodless, and there were a few strands of long hair piled up in front of him, which was a little messy. Although he still exuded a strong sense of indifference and alienation, he was inexplicably more fragile, as if he was licking his hair alone. A solitary beast licking its wounds.

(End of this chapter)