I was framed and walked into the wrong room, and I gave birth to a litter for the CEO.

In the dilapidated tent, Sheng Xianchen murmured in pain, silently being eroded by the giant poison.

Shi Yuhuan tied the horse to the pillar outside and ran inside quickly.

"Daddy... I'm back, I'm sorry... I came back late..."

Shi Yuhuan took out the medicine bottle from his pocket and fed the pills into Sheng Xichen's mouth.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?" Shi Yuhuan asked cautiously.

"Uh... Phew..." Shortly after Sheng Xichen swallowed the antidote, he suddenly vomited a large amount of blood.

"How could this happen? Is what you brought back poison or an antidote?"

"..." Shi Yuhuan said nothing and patted his father's back thoughtfully.

He didn't know whether this situation was good or bad.

However, when he was a child, he saw it in person. Once when Shi'er was poisoned, she suddenly vomited a lot of blood after taking the antidote.

This situation is most likely due to the venom being discharged from the body. Of course there were other accidents.

"Can you please help me to ask for that old doctor?"

Shi Yuhuan said to the woman.

Although the old doctor couldn't detoxify his daddy, he could tell whether daddy's condition was getting better or getting worse.

"Okay, I'll go now." The woman agreed.

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Mulinanti, who had fainted from the pain, was sent back to the slave fighting field by Du Zhitong.

This matter caused a huge uproar, and everyone in the entire Dou Slave Arena already knew about it.

Brother Sal was dealing with the Lou Jin people's affairs and had no time to pay attention to Mulinanti's commotion. He didn't expect that he would be so seriously injured.

"You guys must think of a way quickly. His arm must be saved." Brother Sal ordered the doctors in the room.

If Mulinanti's right hand is really broken, it will be hard to explain to the old man of the Mu family.

No one in the entire grassland tribe knows that Mulinanti has been helping him, Brother Sal, and now if something happens on his territory, the Mu family will definitely hold on to this matter.

The doctors were in a mess. It could be said that they were helpless against Mulinanti's arm.

"Hurry up and do the surgery on him, hurry up..." Brother Sal scolded him again and again.

The doctors were still trying to stop the bleeding in Salge's arm. Just this step of stopping the bleeding was already difficult for them, let alone saving his arm.

"Young... Young Master, Master Mu... his arm has been shattered to pieces like this. The flesh and blood are filled with bone residue. It's really... ah..."

One of the doctors boldly wanted to explain, but before he could finish speaking, he was kicked out by Brother Sal.

"If his arm can't be saved, all of you should prepare to go to the slave fighting field and enjoy the rest of your life."

Brother Sal said coldly.

The doctor just got up, knelt on the ground and continued to say boldly: "Let's not talk about Young Master Homu's arm. His life may not be saved."

The worst possible outcome is death. Several of their doctors have already discussed it, and Mulinanti is really in danger.

Because he was injured not only in his arms, but also in his chest and heart.

The horse's hoof also broke two of his ribs, and there were serious injuries everywhere.

"Young master... what should I do? You must not have anything happen to you..." Du Zhengtong knelt beside Mulinanti's bed and cried: "If something happens to you, how will I explain to the master of the family? I'm sorry... It's all my fault, I was too careless, I didn't expect that beast to be so powerful..."

Brother Sal has already asked Du Zhentong about what happened to them at that time.

The man Du Zhentong and Mulinanti both emphasized that he was the man who followed Dilina back to her residence. But he was wearing a veil, and Du Zhengtong never saw his face.

"Young Master... The blood on Young Master Mu's body still... still can't stop. If this continues... he... he will go into shock soon."

The doctor reminded hurriedly.

"What the hell is the use of telling me this? I'm not a doctor. If you can't stop the bleeding, stop it quickly. What are you yelling about?"

Brother Sal is very confused now. The Loujin people have repeatedly invaded, and his people have suffered too many casualties. Now I have to worry about such nonsense as Mulinanti. It's really terrible.

"Young Master, why don't you go and ask someone to call the slave. He... he might be able to do it."

Someone mentioned something.

When Du Zhentong heard this, he immediately got up from the ground and went to find the slave.

The slave is not only good at poisoning, but also knows a lot of medical skills. Maybe he can really save his young master.

The slave came to the room and briefly checked on Mulinanti's condition. He took out the silver needle package he brought with him and pricked the acupuncture point on Mulinanti's arm. The bleeding soon stopped.

"No more bleeding, great..." Du Zhentong cheered happily. "There's no bleeding anymore, which means my young master will get better soon, right?"

He didn't wait for the slave to answer, looked at the crystal box next to him, used the frozen arm, and said: "Slave, please help my young master quickly reattach the arm. His arm cannot be disabled."

The slave glanced at the bloody arm and frowned subconsciously.

The entire arm from the shoulder to the elbow was turned into meat, and the bones were broken into pieces. He is not a miracle doctor, how can he have that kind of ability?

"Don't be stunned, find a way to connect his arm." Brother Sal personally ordered the slave.

"Young Master Mu's arm...has become like this...I...I can't take it." The slave looked embarrassed. He really didn't have that ability.

Unless Lin Boyuan or Shi Minglong is still alive.

"If you can't pick it up, you have to pick it up, or I will kill you." Du Zhitong pulled out a long knife from his waist and touched it on the slave's neck.

The slave was not afraid and stood there blankly, no matter how angry Du Zhen was.

Under the current situation, no one except him could save Mulinanti's life, let alone his arm.

Du Zhentong could only show off his power and dare not really do anything to him.

"You should think of another way." Brother Sal stepped forward and pushed away the knife that Du Zhentong had pressed against the slave's neck. "He is the young master of the Mu family after all. What does it mean if he has a broken arm?"

The slave picked up the arm in the crystal coffin and looked at it. The muscles were all necrotic. Forcibly inserting it into the body will only cause Mulinanti's body to become infected.

"I really have no choice." The slave replied helplessly.

"You have no choice, so what are you doing raising a loser like you?" Du Zhentong roared angrily, his emotions getting more and more agitated every time.

"How can a loser like him come up with a solution?"

A woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door.