After wearing the book, I used the male lead as a drug guide

Chapter 221 Otherwise, your master can only die of pain
Could it be that Song Yihuan's blood had no effect on Chu Shuolan's poison, or could it be that they mutually restrained each other?

Qi Su stopped slowly.

Ming En was anxious at the side, seeing his young master with his back to everyone, he didn't even have a chance to go up to wipe his face, he could only stand in the room sweating profusely.

"I see!"

Suddenly, Qi Su shouted.

He quickly walked to the bed, forcefully opened Chu Shuolan's hand, and felt for his abnormal pulse.

With the beating of the pulse coming from the fingers, Qi Su's face also eased a lot.

He must have guessed well, maybe Chu Shuolan couldn't get used to Song Yihuan's blood all of a sudden.

It's like a person swallowing ten ginseng, the body can't bear it at all.

Chu Shuolan didn't have poisonous hair, but his pulse was very disordered, his body didn't appear weak when poisoned, and it was accompanied by strong heartache.

All kinds of phenomena showed that his body could not accept Song Yihuan's blood at once. The other party's blood was a good medicine, but it was a pity that it was too nourishing, too much.

If Chu Shuolan wants to use Song Yihuan's blood, it may take a slow process.

In short, it will not be a direct way to swallow.

Qi Su let go of Chu Shuolan's hand, turned to Ming En and said, "Come with me!"

He strode out of the dormitory with windy steps.

Ming En was a little slow to react, he only raised his heels to follow after Qi Su lifted the door curtain.

In the dormitory, apart from Chu Shuolan who was curled up on the bed, there was only the Royal Shadow Guard kneeling on the floor.

In the quiet room, only the sound of Chu Shuolan's rapid breathing was obvious, and there were no other sounds.

Time passed without knowing it.

Maybe it was half a stick of incense time, maybe sooner, Qi Su and Ming En came back in a hurry again.

Qi Su held a small bowl with dark brown decoction in his hand, while Ming En held a handful of herbs in both hands.

The two came to the bed like flying footsteps.

"Chu Shuolan, can you get up and drink the medicine first?"

Qi Su looked at Chu Shuolan, who was still facing away from the crowd, and lowered her voice to ask.

Chu Shuolan, who had his back turned to him, let out a painful low groan.

He heard Qi Su's words, but every movement of his whole body was in pain like a broken tendon.

Seeing him like this, Qi Su sat down beside the bed with the medicine bowl in her hand.

He said to Long San who was kneeling in front of the bed: "You, help him up!"

Hearing this, Long San raised his head and glanced at Qi Su lightly.

The eyes in his eyes seemed calm, but they were so deep that it really made people feel a little stressed.

Qi Su didn't care about these things at the moment, all he knew was to quickly pour the medicine down for Chu Shuolan, otherwise the other party would die of pain.

"Hurry up, or your master will only die in pain. He must drink medicine now!"

Long San got up and came to the bed, he knew that the young master didn't want people to see him in a mess, so he put down the bed curtain first.

After blocking all the sightlines in the room, Long San approached the bed, stretched out his hands to help the young master who was curled up on the bed forcefully, he used some force to make it impossible to resist.

After Chu Shuolan was turned around, his red eyes fixedly stared at Qi Su who was sitting by the bed.

"I know you don't want to see me. If you drink this medicine, I will temporarily disappear in front of your eyes."

Qi Su brought the bowl containing the decoction in her hand to Chu Shuolan's mouth.

The latter bit his lip, looked down at the soup delivered to him, and opened his mouth slightly.

Qi Su quickly pressed the medicine bowl to his lips.

Chu Shuolan practically gritted his teeth and drank the medicine, one-third of the soup spilled on his clothes.

(End of this chapter)