Mad Concubine is poisonous

Chapter 412 Detoxify Nanyu City!

You know, this Huotong fruit is not an ordinary thing!

It's the first time I've seen him so big!

"Don't you? Then forget it, I..."

"Yes, of course. Who said I don't want it? Girl, what you say is like splashed water, and the other half is mine."

Elder Zhong was stunned for a moment, and hastily interrupted Bai Ziyou, wishing to hide Huo Tongguo even more.

White, purple and black lines: "..."

As if afraid that Bai Ziyou would go back on his word, Mr. Zhong glanced at Nan Yucheng who was unconscious on the bed, and hurriedly changed the subject: "Girl, with this Huotong fruit as medicine, it shouldn't be a problem to share it, right?"

"Well, let's prepare the medicine first, and then I'll do acupuncture to force the poison out of his body. Drink the antidote, and it won't be a problem."

"Okay, that's great! The lord met you girl, you really deserve to die!"

"By the way, girl, when he gets better, don't be polite to him, just squeeze him as much as possible, he has a lot of treasures on him, and money is not a problem!"

Mr. Zhong looked excited, as if he had thought of something again, and hurriedly reminded him, there was a trace of gloating in his eyes.

Bai Ziyou: "..."

This old clock is really... not bad!

Suddenly, I felt that it would be nice to have a master in name.

What he said is a good idea, and the reward that should be received still has to be collected!

A Huotong fruit is priceless, not to mention saving his life!

Bai Ziyou's eyes flickered slightly, and there was an unknown smile on the corner of her mouth...

With the help of Mr. Zhong, Bai Ziyou felt a lot more relaxed. After he prepared it, he started acupuncture for Nan Yucheng.

"Remember to look at his expression, if there is any resistance or something is wrong, remember to suppress him!" Bai Ziyou looked at Nan Yucheng on the bed, and slowly ordered.

Zhong Lao nodded, a little nervous: "Okay!"

His heart was even more excited and turbulent, he did not expect that Bai Ziyou had such superb medical skills at such a young age.

Acupuncture focuses on acupoints, and it is difficult for ordinary people to control them properly.

If the poison on Nan Yucheng's body hadn't been infused with acupuncture and moxibustion, it would take a while to get rid of the remaining poison after drinking the antidote.

But acupuncture is different, force out the poison from the body, and then drink it to detoxify, without accident, it will be back to normal in a few days.

What a shock!

Bai Ziyou ignored the little Jiujiu in Zhong Lao's heart, directly took out the silver needle and started acupuncture.

At the beginning, Nan Yucheng didn't react at all, and Mr. Zhong was also fascinated by it.

After an unknown amount of time, beads of sweat began to flow from Nan Yucheng's forehead, and there was a faint hint of pain on his face, and his body began to resist instinctively.

"Old man, why are you standing there in a daze? Hurry up and suppress him!" Bai Ziyou's face was darkened, why was he in a daze.

Elder Zhong was startled, regained consciousness, a little embarrassed, and hurriedly suppressed Nan Yucheng's restlessness with his internal strength.

"Girl, who did you learn this acupuncture from?" Mr. Zhong couldn't help asking curiously when he saw Nan Yucheng gradually quiet down.

The technique of acupuncture and moxibustion is really high!

Hit the nail on the head, without the slightest miss, it is really high.

Fortunately, he is still called a "miracle doctor" by the world, but the result is really not as good as half of the girl!

What a waste of fame!
There were beads of sweat on Bai Ziyou's forehead, he glanced at him indifferently, and said angrily: "No comment!"

Elder Zhong: "..."

He was slightly taken aback, but he wasn't angry, his old face was embarrassing.

Acupuncture requires concentration, who made him unable to control himself, what a cheap mouth.

Just as Zhong Lao was slandering himself, Nan Yucheng suddenly frowned, with a look of pain on his face, and then, with a 'vomit' sound, he spat out a big mouthful of black blood.

(End of this chapter)