Quick time travel villain breeding manual

Chapter 8 Prince, I'm Just a Royal Guard (7)

Qin Mobai and Chu Ge came to Prince Ding's Mansion together, and the butler brought them to a courtyard in the mansion, where the divine doctor was waiting for them.

However, to their surprise, this genius doctor was not an old man with gray temples, but a young man with black hair.

The boy's brows and eyes were slightly raised, with a faint evil spirit, and his facial features were exquisite and beautiful.

But that pair of glazed eyes couldn't be more clear, like the white snow on the Tianshan Mountains, making people unable to think of contempt.

He held a long and slender silver needle in his hand, the length of his middle finger, reflecting cold light in the sun, and the young man's eyes stared straight at Chu Ge, as if he saw a prey.

Chu Ge couldn't help but slightly frowned, Qin Mobai stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said in a warm voice: "Your Excellency is a miracle doctor, right? You came here today for my friend. She has been mute since she was a child. I can’t speak, so I come here to ask Your Excellency for a cure.”

Hearing this, the young man stuffed the silver needle into his sleeve again.

Chu Ge was a little surprised. It wasn't until this moment that she noticed that the cuffs of the boy's clothes were not silver borders, but silver needles stuffed in a circle.

The boy stretched out his hand and patted the table, saying, "The patient comes and sits."

Chu Ge glanced at Qin Mobai, got some relief from his smile, strode over, and simply sat down.

The boy stood up, stretched out his hand, and moved up to touch Chu Ge's neck.

I don't know if it was Chu Ge's illusion. The young man's hand rested on the artery in her neck for a while, with a little strength, as if he wanted to break it off, but his eyes were very calm, and there was no evidence of guilt.

Chu Ge's expression remained unchanged. If the boy dared to move a little more, she would break his wrist with her backhand.

After a long time, Chu Ge's neck was loosened by the young man. The young man pulled out a silver needle as long as a little finger from his sleeve and pierced Chu Ge's neck.

The place where the silver needle penetrated into the skin felt a little itchy. Chu Ge resisted the urge to reach out and scratch, but coughed again and again, "cough cough cough...cough cough cough...cough."

Qin Mobai's eyes lit up suddenly, he approached Chu Ge in surprise, and asked the young man, "Miraculous doctor, can Xiaoman's voice still speak...can it be cured?" respect.

The boy didn't answer, but said calmly: "My name is Ye Wuzong."

Qin Mobai understood, and was a little surprised in his heart, genius doctors all have strange tempers, so naturally he wouldn't annoy him when he asked for something, and said, "Young master Ye."

Ye Wuzong nodded, took off the silver needle on Chu Ge's neck, and put it into a white porcelain bottle on the table, which contained a medicinal wine, which smelled fragrant and bitter.

Ye Wuzong said: "I can't save her. There is no one else who can save her."

Qin Mobai asked, "Who is it?"

Ye Wuzong's eyes fell on Chu Ge, and Chu Ge also looked at him. There was silence everywhere, and two people were waiting for his answer, but Ye Wuzong didn't want to answer.

She shook her head, touched her throat, waved her hand, she died.

No one knows better than herself that her inability to speak is a heart disease, and no matter how powerful Ye Wuzong is, it cannot cure her heart disease.

Even if Ye Wuzong really used the silver needle to make her cough, it doesn't mean that he can cure her aphasia.

Qin Mobai's slender hands rested on Chu Ge's hair, and stroked it lightly.

But Ye Wuzong laughed suddenly, as if he saw something extremely funny, the evil eyebrows and eyes became beautiful because of this smile, and a tear mole at the corner of his eye moved with his smile, looking very charming up.

After a while, he said, "Oh? There are so many wonders in this world that two people like you can be friends."

Chu Ge frowned, not understanding what Ye Wujing was thinking.

Qin Mobai still had a smile on his lips, looking calm.

Ye Wujing stopped laughing, looked at Chu Ge, and said: "The only one who can cure you is you. You have been silent all the time. Is it because of childhood shadows or something? Let me guess. Being trained as a killer, you must have killed many people. Look at your spirit..."

"Brother Ye, take your leave." Qin Mobai's face turned cold, he took Chu Ge's hand and left.

Ye Wuzong sat alone under the tree in the courtyard, he shot a silver needle in his hand, but in an instant, a beautiful gray bird fell from the branch.

He poked the bird that was still panting with his fingers, and took off the silver needle on its neck. He stretched out his hand and yanked it, breaking one of the bird's wings. Bandage.

He knew that after the bird recovered from its illness, it would never forget him or leave him.

This is what makes him happy.

But to his surprise, the sparrow's unknowable source of strength flapped its remaining intact wing and flew into the sky.

He was a little annoyed, and muttered to himself: "Ah, I finally remembered who she looks like." There was no emotion in the beautiful glazed eyes, neither happy nor angry, neither annoyed nor worried.

(End of this chapter)