Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

He could still hear the howling wind in his ears, and coupled with the feeling of being suspended in the air under his feet, Zhao Zhizhi couldn't help but be afraid.

Zhao Zhizhi closed his eyes and shouted: "Who are you? Put me down quickly, I'm afraid of heights!"

Although Qing Yan didn't know the word "fear of heights", she could probably guess that it meant "fear of heights".

She hugged Zhao Zhizhi's waist tightly and said firmly: "I'm sorry, Miss Zhao, I can't put you down. The master needs you to save his life."

Zhao Zhizhi's throat was almost dry, "I don't care if you are a young master or a young lady. If you want me to save my life, put me down quickly. Otherwise, if I go, I will only kill your young master."

Qing Yan frowned and chose silence.

Zhao Zhizhi didn't hear the sound and felt even more unsure, "Hey, did you hear what I said? I'm serious. Put me down quickly. I didn't say I won't save your son. We can walk over."

Qing Yan sighed and said, "Sorry, Miss Zhao, the situation is urgent and I have to speed up. Please hold me tight."

After saying that, she pushed hard on the thatched roof under her feet.

The wind in his ears suddenly became much more violent. Zhao Zhizhi turned pale with fright, opened his mouth wide, and could no longer scream.

I don't know how long it took before her feet landed on the ground.

Zhao Zhizhi immediately broke free from Qing Yan's arm, ran to the roadside as quickly as possible and started retching.

Qing Yan didn't expect her reaction to be so big, and she was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

After Zhao Zhizhi calmed down a little, she straightened up and turned around angrily. Just as she was about to curse, she stopped abruptly and called out with confusion on her face: "Qingyan?"

Qing Yan walked out of her shame, took a few steps forward, and knelt directly on the ground. The force was painful just to hear it.

Zhao Zhizhi was stunned again. Before he could recover, he heard Qing Yan pleading pitifully: "Miss Zhao, I know you are a kind person. No matter where my young master offends you, please don't remember the villain's fault." , save him."

Only then did Zhao Zhizhi realize the seriousness of the matter. She frowned and hurried over, "Get up quickly and take me to find him."

Qing Yan, who originally thought she would have to waste more words, was stunned at this moment.

But she reacted quickly and stood up suddenly. Perhaps her movement was too fast and her body was unstable. She stumbled and looked very embarrassed.

She walked in regardless, "Miss Zhao, follow me."

After walking through a rockery to reach the backyard, Zhao Zhizhi was not in the mood to observe the place at the moment. He was only thinking about whether Wei Shao was okay.

After a while, Qing Yan took her to the main room, pointed to a room on the right and said: "The young master is in there. Miss Zhao, I won't go in. You can quickly go and show the young master."

Zhao Zhizhi opened the door without thinking. When he walked in, he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't even lift his feet.

She reacted quickly and turned around to close the door, then turned back to look at Wei Shao who was curled up on the ground.

He was half-naked, his expression was extremely painful, and he was covered in sweat. Those purple-red lines had spread to his chest, and suppressed moans leaked from his mouth from time to time.

Zhao Zhizhi finally saw how serious his illness was.

She took out a silver needle from her sleeve and strode towards Wei Shao.

The situation was now out of her control. The reason why this toxic attack was so serious must be that he had not taken a medicinal bath for many days in a row.

Herbal medicines for detoxification are not yet available, and now the only way to control it is to take medicinal baths.

Zhao Zhizhi walked up behind Wei Shao, squatted down, and quickly inserted silver needles into several of his acupuncture points.

About two hours later, the sweat on Zhao Zhizhi's forehead almost formed a small puddle on the ground beneath him, and Wei Shao's condition eased.

As Zhao Zhizhi inserted the silver needle, the speed gradually increased, and finally it was so fast that only the shadow was visible, and the purple-red lines slowly shrank back.

During this period, she could not slack off at all, otherwise the situation would become more serious.

After the purple lines receded to his neck, Zhao Zhizhi hurriedly walked around to the front, preparing to prick a few needles into his chest.

As soon as he finished the injection and before he started to move, Wei Shao opened his sharp black eyes.

His eyes were filled with dense bloodshot eyes, which looked weird and terrifying.

Zhao Zhizhi was also startled and hurriedly said: "You..."

She only had time to say a word before Wei Shao grabbed her by the neck.

Wei Shao seemed to suddenly not recognize Zhao Zhizhi. He had no strength in his hands and his voice was as cold as ice, "You want to kill me?"

Zhao Zhizhi raised his neck to breathe in pain. He felt that his neck was almost broken. The pain was so painful that he could only make a hoarse voice, "I, I am saving you."

Wei Shao snorted coldly, lowered his voice and whispered into her ear: "Do you think I will believe it?"

After that, he increased the strength on his hands.

Zhao Zhizhi's eyes had begun to roll up after being pinched, and she pulled Wei Shao's hand hard.

Seeing that he had lost his mind, his desire to live reached its peak at this moment.

Zhao Zhizhi closed his eyes, felt cruel, and slammed his head into Wei Shao with all his strength.

The lips were touching, or to be precise, they should have collided.

The sweet blood flowed into the mouths of the two of them. Zhao Zhizhi took advantage of Wei Shao's stunned state and said without daring to ignore: "Wei Shao, it's me. I'm Zhao Zhizhi. I'm saving you. Please let go of me."

The familiar voice penetrated his eardrums, and some oasis finally appeared in his barren heart.

He slowly let go of his hand, and his eyes seemed to regain some clarity.

Zhao Zhizhi rubbed his neck and stepped back, his face full of fear and anxiety facing him.

Wei Shaoxin bent over in pain as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He thought it was due to toxins, so he resisted and resumed his meditating posture. He opened his thin lips lightly and ordered: "Continue."

Zhao Zhizhi almost cursed her, but she almost died in his hands, and this man didn't even apologize.

Seeing the purple-red lines on Wei Shao's face becoming active again, Zhao Zhizhi took a deep breath and managed to calm down before continuing the acupuncture.

When she focused on the silver needle on Wei Shao's chest, Wei Shao had opened his eyes again, staring at Zhao Zhizhi's fair and moist face and lost in thought.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy and blood, and all his internal energy kept rushing around in his chest.

Wei Shao quickly focused all his attention on calmness, emptying his mind, and stopped thinking.

At midnight, Zhao Zhizhi successfully pushed back the purple-red lines on his head.

After this medical visit, Zhao Zhizhi felt more exhausted than ever.

After the needle was withdrawn, her whole body softened, her whole body ached, and she couldn't open her eyelids.

In the end, sleepiness defeated tiredness, and she stood up staggeringly and walked towards the big bed.