The Doctor's Hand Covers the Sky: The Evil King's Wasted Concubine

Chapter 35

Ning Ruoshui pushed Qing Minghao into the house, while Dugu Aoyun, Qian Wuying and others were waiting in the main hall.

"Girl, have you become the owner of Wuya Baoding?", as soon as he arrived in the house, Qing Minghao couldn't wait to ask, if the little girl hadn't become the owner of Wuya Baoding, she wouldn't have known that he was from the Qingming clan posterity.

"Well, Master left a touch of spiritual consciousness in Wuya Baoding", Ning Ruoshui told the whole story, Qing Minghao was amazed.

"Hey, because of the reputation of their ancestors, the descendants of the Qingming clan don't think about making progress, and stop on the road of medical skills and alchemy. Since the death of the old man Qingming, there are only a handful of generations who have reached the intermediate alchemist level. In this generation, even the level of an intermediate alchemist can't be reached, and the Wuya Baoding in the hands of the Qingming clan is like a tasteless existence." The rise and fall of hundred day red.

Ning Ruoshui took Qing Minghao's pulse. In the past few days, Qing Minghao has taken care of himself very well.

"Senior, you take these pills first." Ning Ruoshui took out a few refined pills from her bosom.

"The medicinal properties of these pills are 100% effective." Qing Minghao excitedly held the pills, and took the pills without hesitation, but in a short while, the medicinal power had already reached the whole body, and the meridians all over his body were under the gentle medicinal power. Exceptionally comfortable.

Ning Ruoshui looked at the right time, a flash of silver light flashed, and two rows of silver needles were pierced on Qing Minghao's back.

Streaks of dark blood came out from the needle's eye, and Qing Minghao's heart was so shocked that he had a good understanding of Qihuang's art. When he used to heal his legs, he always focused on his legs. Unexpectedly, Ning Ruoshui did the opposite and put the focus on the back.

Time passed by, and the blood flowing from the eye of the needle had turned bright red.Ning Ruoshui withdrew the needle and smiled.

"Senior Qingming, try walking around."

When Qing Minghao heard the words, surprise and worry flashed across his eyes. His leg, which had been disabled for more than 30 years, suddenly recovered. The complicated mood was really indescribable.

Qing Minghao pressed his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair and stood up slowly. Originally, he thought that he would have to practice for a while before he could stand upright, but he did not expect to be able to do it very easily.

Qing Minghao took the first step, the second step, Qing Minghao could hardly believe himself!
"Senior Qingming, you don't need to use a wheelchair anymore." Ning Ruoshui also felt very happy. She got the Wuya Baoding, and she was passed on by the old man Qingming, so she should do something for his descendants.

"Ning girl, thank you", Qing Minghao was as happy as a child at this moment, with a wanton smile on his weather-beaten face.

"Senior, you are welcome, this is what you should do, but thanks to your usual conditioning, you have prevented the atrophy of the leg muscles, otherwise the leg injury would not have healed so quickly." Ning Ruoshui's mouth hooked slightly. As a doctor, There is no greater joy than seeing a patient recover.

"Haha, I can finally stand up, Sumei, I can finally stand up", Qing Minghao suddenly thought of something, he was still excited one moment, but cried bitterly the next second.

"Senior", Ning Ruoshui didn't know why.

"Little girl, I'll introduce someone to you in a while," Qing Minghao finally recovered his emotions and said in a low voice.

The cold wind was piercing, but the house was warm and harmonious. Qing Minghao took out the old wine buried under the peach tree and entertained several people.

"Wow, this peach blossom brew is really delicious." Qian Wuying drank a large pot, and two intoxicating blushes appeared on the evildoer's face.

"If Miss likes it, the little old man has ten altars of apricot flower wine, and give it to Miss," Qing Minghao said boldly.

"..." Qian Wuying became depressed, he didn't look like a young lady, and Ming Ye, who had always had a cold face, pursed his lips and snickered.

"Puhaha, sister, haven't you thanked senior?" Ning Ruoshui slapped him with a venomous tongue.

Qing Minghao looked at Qian Wuying's aggrieved expression, and didn't know why he was fine just now, why he had this expression when he said he gave her wine.While wondering, a crisp voice came from outside the door.

"Brother Hao".

"Sumei", Qing Minghao stood up, his legs and feet were trembling, he felt that his heart could hardly restrain himself from jumping out of his chest.

(End of this chapter)