My wife is a sword god

The doctors who were initially at a loss immediately started working in an orderly manner after Qin Feng arrived.

They either cooled down the people who were infected with the fever, or prepared decoctions that could help the patients recover.

Qin Feng just glanced at the lobby and began to use literary energy to remove the fire poison from the people's bodies.

"Brother, do you need help?" Yang He stepped forward and asked.

The other doctors are busy, so naturally they, the Demon Slayer Division, cannot wait here.

Qin Feng turned his head and looked at it, then said: "There are more patients than here.

You also go to other houses together and use cold compresses to help people cool down.

Oh, and also, the patients who have been treated will also need you to escort them away. It is not a problem to keep them piled here. "

"Understood." Yang He turned his head and glanced at his colleagues, and everyone took action.

Liu Jianli outside the hall looked at the figure in black who was bowing and busy.

Her thoughts drifted to those nights, and the other party was also like this, treating her meridians injuries with a serious look on her face.

As she thought about it, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

Time passed and the doctors prepared the decoction.

In the Demon Slaying Division, the people who were infected with the fire poison basically changed the towels they used to apply ice and cool down on their bodies.

Yang He and others returned to the lobby and saw Qin Feng sitting on the chair with his eyes slightly closed and a solemn expression.

When everyone saw this, their hearts skipped a beat, thinking that the other party was helpless and that was why it was like this.

Yang He approached and said in a deep voice, "Can't you even do anything about this disease?"

Qin Feng opened his eyes when he heard this and frowned: "What can't be done?"

"I saw you here with a sad face, so I thought it was true." Yang He stopped talking.

"I've finished dealing with it here, so I naturally need to take a rest."

Yang He and others looked stunned: "So fast?"

The time they had to leave was only two sticks of incense!

Qin Feng looked at the expressions of these people and couldn't help but think of a certain medical advertisement in his previous life - Why did you come here? I'm already done~

However, although he had removed the fire poison from the bodies of the people in this hall, his mood was not so relaxed.

Because he discovered that the strange light red literary energy in his divine sea had grown stronger again.

It can be seen that the heat poison that the people were infected with did not disappear, but was integrated into his style.

Although these strange literary qualities have not had any impact on him yet, Qin Feng is not sure whether there will be a qualitative change if this continues.

Just when he was frowning, someone gently tugged on his sleeve.

Looking away, it was the little girl with braids from before.

"Brother didn't lie to me. Dad can stand up now." The little girl said crisply.

The lady on the side also burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you, thank you."

Behind their mother and daughter, the middle-aged man was leaning on the doorpost. Although he looked a little depressed, his expression had returned to normal.

He also cast a grateful look. If he fell, God knows what would happen to this small family.

Qin Feng rubbed the little girl's head, then raised his head and said to the woman and the man: "Drink the decoction and go back to rest early.

Remember, never touch the gray snow outside again. "

The woman nodded repeatedly, and after the man finished drinking the decoction, she took the little girl and supported the man and left.

Before leaving, he did not forget to look back and bow.

Qin Feng watched the three people leave, then stood up and let out a breath.

I don’t know how many families there are like this in Jinyang City at this moment.

He doesn't have time now to pay attention to the weird literary spirit in the sea of ​​gods.

"Let's go, the toxins in the bodies of the patients here have been removed, and they can be left to the care of other doctors.

You take me to the next place. "

"You just finished your work, don't you need to take a break?" Yang He asked with concern.

Qin Feng shook his head: "No, hurry up."

Since practice makes perfect, Qin Feng became more and more skilled in controlling Wen Qi, and naturally the speed of removing toxins became faster and faster.

But even so, in the face of the huge number, it still took him nearly two hours to treat all the patients.

"Continuously mobilizing the literary energy in the body is a bit too much for a long-lasting man like me." Qin Feng found a deserted corner and rested with his eyebrows pinched.

If he sat in front of the people, he would be swallowed up by their gifts and words of gratitude.

Looking at the divine sea in the body again, the light red Wen Qi has occupied about one-tenth of the position around the Heart-Questing Platform.

This was unexpected by Qin Feng, but it also made him feel extremely heavy.

Because until now, even though so much weird Wen Qi has gathered, there is still no abnormality in his body.

But he firmly believes that there must be a monster when something goes wrong.

And this unknown variable is what scares him the most.

"Have some tea."

"Okay." Qin Feng, who lowered his head in thought, took the teacup and took a sip.

The tea should be freshly brewed and still a little hot.

He looked up to see who had brought the tea, but unexpectedly, the figure that caught his eye was the figure of his beautiful wife.

Qin Feng's eyes widened and his expression was a little dull. This was really beyond his expectation.

Seeing this, Liu Jianli bent her head slightly. She lifted the hair beside her ears and lightly opened her red lips: "Is the tea not good enough?"

This was her first time to make tea for someone, so she couldn't help but have such doubts.

But it shouldn't be like this.

She had clearly practiced many times at night according to the method taught by Ningshuang.

Liu Jianli blinked, stretched out her jade-like white and smooth wrist, and took the teacup from Qin Feng's hand.

Then she took the teacup and took a sip.

Qin Feng's expression became very exciting for a moment, because the position where the other party's lips touched was exactly the position where he had drunk before!

"You" Qin Feng opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to say the rest.

There should be no concept of indirect kissing in ancient times, and the two of them were legitimate couples. Although they had not yet reached the point of knowing each other well, they didn't need to care about these at all.

But for some reason, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but think of that night, the warm touch on his cheek and the beautiful Liu Jianli under the moon, with a red face covering her face, as beautiful as a fairy.

His heart was instantly pounding.

It shouldn't be all snow and frost, when it's about to bloom, when it's not.

Pink face, red lips, half a touch of rouge

The poem talks about plum blossoms, but Qin Feng's mind is full of a beautiful figure in white.

After Liu Jianli took a sip of tea, she gently placed her jade fingers in front of her lips and lowered her head to ponder.

The taste of this tea is clearly the same as the one Ningshuang brewed for her.

But why is his expression so strange?

"This tea." Before Liu Jianli finished speaking, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

Qin Feng opened his arms, gently embraced her in his arms, and said gently: "Thank you, the tea is delicious"

Liu Jianli was a little at a loss, her cheeks were flushed, really like the blooming plum blossoms.

"You're welcome." The voice was soft and tender.