Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 301 The Little Follower of the Fox Demon 32
Ding Gui gritted his teeth, said his purpose cheekily, and then looked at Qing Yun with some embarrassment, hoping that she would agree to his request.

Hearing this, Qingyun pretended to be surprised, pondered for a while, and nodded under Ding Gui's perturbed gaze.

Ding Gui immediately beamed with joy, and thanked Qingyun again and again.

After confirming this matter, the few people did not rush to Feng's residence, but delayed going there for a day, mainly to avoid those people in the government.

After all, the incident happened just now, and the first day they came to the door probably didn't go well.

But Mrs. Feng couldn't delay her injury, so she postponed it for a day and came to the door the next day.

When I arrived at Feng's mansion the next day, I saw soldiers guarding the mansion, but it seemed that there were a lot fewer than yesterday.

After Qingyun explained her intentions, the people in the mansion immediately welcomed her in together with Ding Gui's master and apprentice.

In Mrs. Feng's room in the main courtyard, Qingyun saw Feng Sheng again. However, after a day of hard work, he was unshaven and looked much older.

When he saw Qingyun, he did not recognize him. He just sat beside Mrs. Feng's bed, held her hand, and watched her quietly.

He looks like a good husband and a good husband.

Ding Xiang looked at him and couldn't help feeling sympathetic to him.

Hearing about Qingyun's intentions, Feng Sheng immediately stood up and made room for Qingyun so that she could go up to check Mrs. Feng's situation.

One day later, Mrs. Feng's injuries had obviously deteriorated, her face had turned blue, pus and blood were faintly oozing from the wound, her lips were bruised, her hair was withered and yellow, she was unconscious, and her body would twitch from time to time.

Obviously, the demon poison entered the body and damaged the viscera.

Qingyun frowned. When she left the night before, she had obviously helped remove some of the demonic poison. Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case.

She put her hand on Mrs. Feng's veins, and found that Mrs. Feng also had evil poison in her body, but the amount was not large.

Qingyun lowered her eyes, feeling a little strange, the demon poison in her body seemed to be more pure than the wound.

This is a little strange.

At the beginning, she looked around the room, her eyes fell on the medicine bowl on the table, and she pointed out: "Bring that medicine bowl here and let me have a look."

The servants in the room immediately brought the bowl over, she took the bowl, sniffed it between her nose, and sure enough, she smelled a demonic aura, which was very weak, and faintly smelled of blood.

"Doctor, what's the matter? Is there something wrong?" Seeing her holding the medicine bowl and smelling it again and again, Feng Sheng couldn't help asking.

Qingyun glanced at him indifferently, handed the bowl to the servant, and ordered: "This bowl has to be disposed of, and the medicine pot for boiling medicine has been disposed of. There is demon poison in it."

The Feng family member looked horrified, and was so frightened that he almost threw the bowl away. He reluctantly ran out with the medicine and had people break everything and bury it.

Feng Sheng looked palely at Mrs. Feng, then at Qingyun, hesitant to speak.

Qingyun was impatient to see him, so he simply said that it would take a lot of effort to detoxify Mrs. Feng, and asked everyone in the room to retreat.

Ding Gui and Ding Xiang already knew that Qing Yun would say this, so they quickly retreated and began to look around Feng's residence.

And Feng Sheng was a little reluctant, thinking that Mrs. Feng would get a bad reputation if she was with a foreigner.

In the end, Mrs. Feng's natal sister-in-law came over and pulled him out.

All the people in the house retreated.

Only then did Qingyun let go of his hands and feet, let out the breath from his whole body, and began to detoxify Mrs. Feng.

Mrs. Feng's wounded demon poison is relatively easy to remove, because she has sucked away part of it before, but the demon poison in her body is difficult to remove.

Qingyun could only suppress it temporarily, and only when he turned around and grabbed Bai Xue and took her inner alchemy could he completely remove the evil poison.

Thinking of Bai Xue, Qingyun's eyes narrowed, not knowing where she fled to.

Mrs. Feng woke up after the evil poison in her body was suppressed.

She opened her eyes weakly, only to see a face that looked like a god-man, she couldn't help closing her eyes again, and said in a low voice, "Am I already dead?"

"No, madam is lucky and fateful." Seeing that Madam Feng woke up, Qingyun responded.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Feng looked around, closed her eyes again, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Oh, you are blessed with great destiny?"

"You are the doctor who saved me, right?" Mrs. Feng looked at Qingyun.

"Yeah." Qingyun nodded.

"Can my injury be healed?" After Madam Feng asked this question, she felt that this question was ridiculous.

Thinking of the wound that Bai Xue scratched on her face that night, her expression was gloomy. Such a serious injury should leave a scar, right?
Unexpectedly, I heard Qingyun reply: "Okay."

Mrs. Feng was taken aback, looked at Qingyun fixedly, and asked uncertainly: "Will there be no scars?"

"No." Qingyun replied calmly.

Mrs. Feng's eyes brightened slightly, and a happy look appeared on her face.

As a woman, it would be false not to care about her appearance. She was born beautiful before, so she naturally felt that people should not judge people by their appearance, because she has, so don't worry about being disgusted by others, but if she is disfigured.

Not to mention whether he accepts it or not, the eyes of others alone are enough to make people collapse, especially this is a world that looks at faces.

Mrs. Feng didn't care how much credibility Qingyun's words had, she was already weeping with joy.

Qingyun just sat quietly and watched her cry.

For Mrs. Feng, she still has a bit of compassion. On the one hand, it is because she met a scum like Feng Sheng, and on the other hand, of course, it has something to do with this injury.

After all, it was Qingyun's mistake this time.

Madam Feng shed tears for a while, and then remembered that there was someone beside her, and quickly wiped her eyes, revealing an embarrassed smile.

He said to Qingyun: "Doctor, I have an unfeeling request. I hope that after you go out, don't tell the general that my wounds will not leave scars."

"Okay." Qing Yun didn't ask any more questions, but simply agreed.

Seeing that she didn't ask any questions, Mrs. Feng smiled gratefully at her and said, "I'll have to trouble you in the future."

"No trouble, madam's recovery is more important than anything else." Qing Yun shook her head, got up and opened the door.

Feng Sheng, who was standing outside, saw the door open and rushed into the room impatiently. When he saw Mrs. Feng who had woken up, he immediately smiled: "Madam, you're awake? It's great, as long as you're fine!"

"Don't take offense, Doctor Xihe, my brother-in-law is just too worried about my sister." Mrs. Feng's natal sister-in-law stood by the door and smiled apologetically at Qingyun.

Qingyun shook her head, it would be better for Feng Sheng to ignore her, she didn't want to listen to him yet.

After talking with Qingyun, Mrs. Feng's natal sister-in-law also went into the house to see Mrs. Feng, and the servants sent them out of the house, and also gave two ingots of gold for the consultation fee.

Ding Gui's eyes widened when he saw the two ingots of gold.

They have never seen so much money in their lives.

Ding Xiang suddenly felt that Mr. Xihe's handsome face had lost its attractiveness. She really liked that big golden ingot!
"Master, why don't I study medicine with Mr. Xihe, it's really profitable to be a doctor! I can buy you a lot of delicious food in the future." Ding Xiang said, thinking of braised pork knuckle, golden chicken, fragrant crispy duck...

Couldn't help swallowing with a "gudong".

(End of this chapter)