The Evil King and Medical Goddess Wife: Whose Hand Covers the World

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798, Dumb Poisoning

It was getting dark, but the dumb slave seemed to be in a dream.

Gu Qianxue wrote something in the room. The gem-blue ghost butterfly grass concealed the compelling color under the reflection of the light, with soft light.

Just write, put the pen down.

"Ya, you come." Gu Qianxue called the dumb slave.

The dumb go away.

"Ya, your situation, I initially judged it to be poisoned, but I don’t know who was feeding you the poison. Fortunately, the poison did not penetrate the whole body, so you only had a tongue failure," Gu Qianxue explained slowly. "But time has passed After so long, I don’t know if the poison can be solved, or when it will be solved. You also know the medicine and know what you need to do?"

After several hours of research and a full-body examination of the dumb slave, Gu Qianxue determined that the dumb slave was not another poison, but the same poison as Qin Fei--Zhongjisan.

However, due to a coincidence, the toxicity did not extend to the whole body, only the tongue was numb.

The poisoned person was rescued before continuing to poison it.

Later, the dumb slave was sold, and his life was lonely. He fled a few years ago and was rescued by Gong Lingan, who had just infiltrated Chuyan.

The dumb blinked, still unable to accept what happened.

Gu Qianxue chuckled, "I'm still stunned. I'm going to cook medicine. From tomorrow on, I'm going to stimulate you with acupuncture points. It hurts a little."

The mute nodded, leaving the room top-heavy.

The dumb slave left, and Gu Qianxue arrived on the bed.

Although the bed is old, it is maintained every year. The wood is bright and the texture is clear. Such a gold-carved rosewood bed will sell for a high price if it is placed in the modern age.

The material used for the futon is extremely luxurious, but Gu Qianxue did not know the name of the fabric, but only felt a cool and comfortable feeling close to the skin.

After walking all afternoon, I ran to work as a cook and was already exhausted.

Taking advantage of the dumb slave's free time, Gu Qianxue was lying on the bed, took out the dark whistle, hesitated, and finally blew gently.

In fact, she is hopeless.

Because of this afternoon's experiment, she also almost knew that the dark whistle had a radiation range.

In the house, there is no shop in front of the village, and there is still a certain distance from the mountain. It is strange if you can hear it.

But just when Gu Qianxue was playing the dark whistle, suddenly, his ears actually shook slightly.

Gu Qianxue was shocked.

Surprised, she jerked up from the bed.

What does this mean...that is, can they receive her signal? In other words, are they close to her?

Qianxue narrowed her eyebrows, put the dark whistle in her mouth, and blew again a few times.

Immediately afterwards, her pinna also vibrated, just as many times as she was blowing.

There is a desire to cry, and the eyes are also red. "Just contact me."

Gu Qianxue knew that he couldn't blow the whistle anymore, but lying in bed, he couldn't help but want to blow, as if only the vibration of the pinna could bring her a sense of security.

She tried, blowing gently.

Soon, the other party responded, also very lightly.

Not far away, outside the mountain, the Hall of Flames.

When night falls, there should be a full moon, but it is covered by dark clouds.

The dark-colored clouds are like ink stains, layered on top of each other, with black, white and gray gradients.

It is going to rain.

Someone stood on the top of the tower. The man was dressed in black, tall and burly, and the tyrannical evening wind rolled up his cloak. The black dress was integrated with the black tower top, and the cloak was like a flag.

He did not wear a mask, and a pair of ice eyes stared coldly at the center of the mountain.

Slender fingers squeezed a gold shining dark whistle, and occasionally placed a few blows in his mouth, thick brows tightly wrinkled, never let go.

In a few moments, another hurricane followed by heavy rain.

Inside the house of tortoiseshell.

The slaves entered the house with their feet, and it began to rain.

Gu Qianxue hurriedly put away the dark whistle, got up and greeted him out, "It's raining? Fortunately, Yaya is not raining."

The dumb nodded excitedly.

"Did you drink the medicine?" Qian Xue asked.

The dumb nodded happily again.

Qianxue reached out and touched the top of her head. "Drink just. It should be reasonable to take medicine three days later for physiotherapy, but... let's start a little earlier, starting tomorrow. You will go to the kitchen to nibble an orange later, I'm going to rest, Tired."

The dumb nodded like garlic, but at the same time there was a question-if there was any physiotherapy after three days of taking the medicine, why did it have to start tomorrow? Is there anything urgent?

However, the dumb slave became clear again, Qian Xue must have hoped that she would heal earlier, yes, it must be.

Thinking about it, I happily went to the kitchen to nibble on the vitamin supplements.

In the room, Gu Qianxue simply groomed and changed to soft Shanzi as underwear, lying on the bed.

The soft quilt with a sweet fragrance covers the body, which is extremely comfortable, but even if the body is extremely tired, it still has no sleepiness.

Why should Gu Qianxue speed up the treatment of dumb slaves? Because she has a feeling, she is leaving! It's leaving this place! Be saved!

Before that, she tried to cure the dumb as much as possible.

Late at night.

The downpour showed no signs of convergence.

Gu Qianxue, who was insomnia, pulled out the whistle again. She knew she wouldn't get a response, but she couldn't help blowing a few times.

Something unexpected to her happened, and her pinna shook again.

Gu Qianxue surprise!

Blow again!

In this way, sing one harmony until she fell asleep.

Because of insomnia, Gu Qianxue fell asleep three times a day.

I don't know whether it was extremely sleepy the night before or how. I slept extremely heavily, and my dreams continued. All dreams were basically what happened when she just crossed.

Before vaguely, she felt someone put her hand on her forehead. After a while, she darted into her quilt, pulled her hand out, and cut her finger on her pulse.

This feeling is like being diagnosed by...

Qian Xue opened his eyes and was startled.

Because in front of her, Gong Ling'an, who was wearing a red robe, was looking at his veins seriously, and the dumb slave stood anxiously behind him.

"I'm not ill." He said, pulling his hand back suddenly, like an electric shock.

"Not sick, why sleep now, lazy?" Gong Lingan's voice was calm, but there was a kind of joke in it.

Gu Qianxue couldn't help but shrink back into the bed, "Are you coming to rub the rice again?...Forget it, you go out first, and I will cook for you when I get dressed."

Mom, is this a cafeteria?

Gong Lingan faced Gu Qianxue's precautionary movements, her face darkened, "What do you think this seat will do to you?"

Gu Qianxue glared at him and didn't answer, but regretted it next time. This kind of dumbness didn't want to eat. "What? You forgot what you did yesterday? I originally thought you were a good man. Now I take a look... Oh, the crows are generally black."

Because of Gu Qianxue's scolding, Gong Ling Anfei didn't continue to face black, but his beautiful face had a hint of smile, "If it weren't for your sins, would this seat punish you?"

"There are thousands of ways of punishment. Can you force me to nibble on the oranges and use... that way?" Gu Qianxue's face turned red.