The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

At night, Yue's house was so quiet that there was no movement at all, not to mention the courtyard of Sheng Chuxin, which was even more quiet.

After reading the skill book for the foundation building period, Sheng Chuxin sat cross-legged on the couch and began to try to build the foundation.

However, in less than a while, the calm body in his body began to churn like a stormy sea.

"What's the matter, why is it getting hotter and hotter?" There were beads of sweat on her forehead, and she couldn't stop murmuring.

I just feel that the blood in my whole body is about to boil, I have never experienced such a feeling before.

It's as if the whole person is being burned in a raging fire, and it's like being sealed in a layer of ice. It's not like what's written in the skill book at all.

"puff--"

The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"What are you doing?"

Sheng Chuxin frowned tightly, and murmured while clutching his blood-churning chest.

If she hadn't forcibly stopped the foundation building, she would have gone mad by now, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"What kind of poison was it?"

At this moment, Yun'er pushed the door in with the dessert, and seeing Sheng Chuxin's appearance, she was so frightened that she quickly put the things on the table and came to her side in a hurry.

"Miss, what's the matter with you, come here, there are assassins... Ugh!"

Before she finished speaking, Sheng Chuxin raised her hand to cover her mouth.

"Shut up, it's just that my Qi and blood are not going well, and I just vomited blood."

"What? Miss, why is this happening? This servant is going to report to Madam." Yun'er was frightened at the moment.

This person is fine, how come he vomits blood, there must be something wrong.

"Yun'er, what are you doing in a sudden surprise, don't you think there are not enough things today?" Sheng Chuxin raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Yun'er.

"Miss, vomiting blood is no small matter."

"Go to the pharmacy and bring me some medicine." Sheng Chuxin got off the couch, took a pen and ink, wrote down a list of medicine names, and handed them to Yun'er.

"Remember, don't let mother know."

She can't even establish a foundation. It seems that the poison in her body must be cured.

"Miss..." Yun'er held the piece of paper in her hand and looked at Sheng Chuxin hesitantly.

"Go quickly, go secretly, don't be discovered." Sheng Chuxin glared at her and urged.

"Yes, miss." Yun'er had no choice but to follow Sheng Chuxin's instructions.

...

"What kind of flame..."

Whispering softly, Sheng Chuxin finally understood why her mother could not open her spiritual root even after giving her all the best medicines in the world.

"So it turned out that he was poisoned by some kind of flaming cup!"

The poison of the fire cup does not cause any harm to people or themselves, but it will infinitely suppress the cultivation base.

If people who have not opened their spiritual roots are poisoned by this poison, they will not be able to find spiritual power at all, and it will be impossible to practice in the future.

"No wonder I can't even do simple foundation building."

When building the foundation last night, I almost went into a trance. Is it all thanks to this flame cup?

"Miss, isn't this... the secret medicine of the Yue family?" Yun'er bit her red lips, reminding Sheng Chuxin.

Hearing this, Sheng Chuxin raised his head and looked at Yun'er.

"Yes, the secret medicine of the Yue Family!" She gritted her teeth bitterly.

If it was anything else, she could still forgive Yue Daohe, but what kind of poison is in her!

Mother is the most outstanding pharmacist in the holy capital, she probably never imagined that Yue Daohe would actually use the Yue family's secret medicine on his daughter, right?

"Then, what should we do then? Only the Patriarch has the antidote." Yun'er asked nervously.

Are they going to the master's study to steal the antidote? How can anyone break into the owner's study room if he wants to?

"Yue Dao He?" Sheng Chuxin snorted softly.

"You forgot his position as Patriarch, who passed it on to him?"

she asked quietly.