Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Readers who have read novels such as Fast Travel, Book Transmigration, and System all know that if you want to change the fate of a character in a story, you should stop it before the tragic fate of the character happens.However, in Song and Qing Dynasties, the title was interpreted as the end of the story, and to save the characters who had suffered a tragic fate, there was a huge difference in thinking.

In the original book, Yue Wuhuan only appeared three times:

For the first time, the protagonist Shougang was sold to Jinfeng Mountain Villa, and seeing the unbearable scene of Yue Wuhuan being played by the guests, his three views were completely shattered.

The second time, the protagonist suffers from naive illusions about the future, is ridiculed and humiliated by Yue Wuhuan, and is forced to recognize his identity.

The third time, on the Langgan stage, Yue Wuhuan was taken out by Jin Feizhi to entertain guests, but was accidentally torn to pieces by the demon tiger.Jin Feizhi concealed the inside story of the demon tiger's madness, and treated it as a game deliberately arranged at the banquet, and shattered the protagonist's last trace of dignity with extreme fear, making him completely succumbed and reduced to a plaything.

In short, Yue Wuhuan is just a small supporting role who doesn't write much and leaves the scene early. He uses profligacy to set off the beauty of the protagonist.His beauty is just a flower that is about to wither, how can it be compared with the pure and clean flower of the morning sun that has not yet bloomed?

This is a super simple, multiple-choice question that every reader will do!

If the system works, it will invigilate the exam, and will be so angry that it will crawl out and beat Song Qingshi to death like a fool.

Song Xueba didn't know that he was digressing far from the topic, but he was still gearing up confidently, doing his best, and vowed to hand in a perfect score!

On the way back to the Valley of the Medicine King, Song Qingshi had absorbed all the memories of the original body, and integrated the vast amount of medical and alchemy knowledge inside.There are rare herbs and miraculous medicines in the fairy world. However, the inheritance of Danfang medicine is similar to traditional Chinese medicine. You only know the wonderful effects, but you don't know where the magic lies.

Modern medicine will conduct systematic research on traditional Chinese medicine to find out the relationship between monarchs, ministers, assistants and envoys, extract the useful ingredients in each medicine, and then develop medicines that are easier to take and more effective.

Some female scientists won the Nobel Prize for this, benefiting the world.In the Song and Qing Dynasties, they focused on modern medicine, and their thinking was out of the ordinary. They did not follow the traditional path of the fairy world. They quickly found new ideas for solving problems that had been unsuccessfully studied by the original body—using Tiangong Pavilion to produce modern scientific instrument substitutes, and then Analyzing, purifying, researching, and even artificially synthesizing the active ingredients in the elixir...

In the minds of the Song and Qing Dynasties, there were countless experimental plans, and there were tens of thousands of books and inexhaustible medicinal materials in the Valley of the Medicine King, as well as abundant research funds.

He was as happy as a mouse that fell into a rice vat, wishing he could hug the system and kiss him a few times.

Song Qingshi fully understood why the original body lived in a house, and staying in such a fairy land, he could also live in a house for a lifetime!

Immerse yourself in the ocean of crazy study and research every day, and dedicate your life and soul to your favorite medical god, no one can send him back!

Song Qingshi looked at Yue Wuhuan in his arms, and the more he looked at it, the more he loved him.

This is the big baby who gave him everything!He will do everything in his power to save him, just like his parents used to treat him, spoiled, pampered, loved, and give him all good things, so that he can live a happy life like a prince in a fairy tale!

In the Song Dynasty, the father’s love is like a mountain. In the Qing Dynasty, he was full of ambitions, forcibly placed Yue Wuhuan in the side hall of his bedroom, and did everything by himself. First, he carefully poured the elixir with a pickaxe pot to re-stimulate the breath of life.Then changed into white clothes, put on a homemade mask, found a pair of extremely thin monster skin gloves, after disinfection, gently cut off the gauze and feather skirt on Yue Wuhuan's body that were stuck with blood, washed the wound, and then Suture with very fine silkworm thread, then cut off the shackles, and treat the wound.

Song Qingshi's movements were extremely gentle and extremely fast, barely touching any skin, but Yue Wuhuan's body was extremely sensitive, he twitched slightly and groaned a few times, and fell asleep again drowsily.Song Qingshi took the opportunity to take some blood samples for analysis, and used his divine sense to scan his whole body. He was so good-tempered that after seeing the destructed dantian and meridians in Yue Wuhuan's body, he couldn't help secretly. After scolding the beast a few times, he thought about how to explain the current situation when he woke up.

In the Song and Qing dynasties, they were not good at communicating with strangers, and they could make do when discussing majors, but their thoughts often jumped and their words didn't express their meaning when they chatted.For example, everyone watched a popular boy group selection variety show together, arguing about who is the male god?

He replied sincerely that it was Asclepius, the god of medicine...

Song Qingshi still doesn't understand why everyone said he chatted to death.

He thought hard for a long time, and remembered that when ALS was not so serious, he went to the hospital for an internship. The senior brother knew that the junior fellow had social fear, and he would stumble and be speechless when stating his illness to the patient, so he specially taught him: "You Try to get rid of all emotions, and treat yourself as a medical machine. First write down the detailed case and treatment plan, then recite it with a smile on your face, and then end with a comforting sentence.” Song Qingshi got this secret book and practiced it many times in front of the general teacher This time, I finally felt less nervous about the patient.

A hospital is a place to treat diseases, and Yaowang Valley is also a place to treat diseases. What is the difference?

After Song Qingshi had an epiphany, he immediately replaced Yue Wuhuan's bed and quilts with the white ones commonly used in hospitals. He ordered the medicine servant to rush out several sets of patient clothes and put them on for him with his own hands. With a red wristband and a sign of "Superior Nursing" and nursing instructions on the head of the bed, I felt like I was back in the hospital instantly, and I didn't panic.

He was not worried about the nursing skills of the medicine servants, so he took care of the nursing work himself, carefully and earnestly, not afraid of being dirty, and washed Yue Wuhuan's body and face countless times a day, poured medicine and water, even changed the bedding and quilts, and dealt with all kinds of filth.

It has been three days since Yue Wuhuan woke up. He didn't know where he was. He stared at the white gauze curtain on the top of the bed for a long time. Finally, he realized that he was still alive, and he felt relaxed for a long time.

He closed his eyes, vaguely recalling the faint scent of medicine lingering in his nose in the dream and the hands that gently released all the restraints for him, took a deep breath, he didn't want to wake up, and face the never-ending Endless nightmare.

After an unknown amount of time, Yue Wuhuan suddenly opened his eyes, remembering where he had smelled the fragrance of this medicine.He turned his head slowly and looked at the round table next to him, only to see Yao Wang Xianzun concentrating on correcting the paper full of cursive script on the table, frowning tightly, with a serious expression, as if thinking about something bad. There is also a familiar god's rosary, and it is obvious that he has been given to the guests to play with.

Yue Wuhuan's phoenix eyes shrunk, and rumors of various perverse and evil deeds of the Chinese medicine king Xianzun came to mind, but fear, willingness and unwillingness are meaningless under the control of the god's rosary, and the broken body is no longer worth cherishing.He took a breath, gritted his teeth and struggled to get out of bed, but a sharp pain came from his shoulder, which made him dizzy and fell straight down.Song Qingshi focused his attention on the study, and only found out that the patient had woken up when he heard the movement. He was afraid that Yue Wuhuan would move his body and crack the wound, so he quickly reprimanded him in a stern tone: "Go to bed immediately! You are not allowed to come down for ten days!"

This is the secret taught by the head nurse of the hospital. It is very effective in treating patients who do not obey the doctor's orders.

"Ten days?" Yue Wuhuan was stunned. He couldn't help but look Song Qingshi up and down, and felt that his appearance was deceptive. He had been with customers for many years, and he was used to love affairs. There is such a powerful ability to play...

Seeing him standing still, Song Qingshi put down his pen, walked over to pick it up with his own hands.

Ruthlessly, Yue Wuhuan stretched out his hand and gently wrapped his arms around his neck. His hot fingertips touched the slightly cool skin, which was as smooth as cold jade, and the clear and clean medicinal fragrance entangled gently like in a dream. Wu Huan couldn't help being dazed for a moment, laughed in his heart a few times that he still didn't behave well, then resumed his usual posture, and exhaled ambiguously: "I hope the immortal will take pity on..."

"Don't worry, I will," Song Qingshi carefully put him back on the bed, then pulled the quilt over, wrapped it tightly, and told him solemnly, "Yaogu is damp and cold, you are a mortal body, be careful if you catch the wind and cold, cover the quilt , don’t show your hands and feet, don’t kick the quilt.”

Yue Wuhuan had never seen this trick before in bed, and was a little dazed.

"You are a patient now, let me tell you about the situation." Song Qingshi turned back to the table, picked up the stack of paper with words, nervously pushed the glasses that did not exist on the bridge of the nose, and recited with a smile, with a formulaic tone, He spoke quickly, "The patient is more unhappy. There are three lacerations from the right shoulder to the chest, which are [-] cm long, [-] cm long and [-] cm long. The right shoulder bone is fractured and the superior scapular artery is ruptured. The skin of the right elbow is contused. , skin tissue bruises on the left and right wrists, skin abrasions on the left and right knees, soft tissue abrasions on the left and right ankles, skin and soft tissue lacerations on the buttocks, there are signs of drug abuse in the body, and there is a possibility of drug addiction in the body, do you understand?"

Yue Wuhuan only felt that there was something weird in his stiff smile, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, so he nodded and pretended to understand.

"Just understand," Song Qingshi felt that what he said was detailed and easy to understand, and began to recite the preliminary treatment plan, "Your dantian and meridians have been destroyed, and your body is seriously damaged. Strong medicine is not suitable, so you can't take Huichundan, Juqi Powder, Wanwu Pill or Shenggu Pill. They must be treated with mortal medicine first, then treated with Liumai Fusheng Decoction medicinal bath, and then take Shenglong Pill and Jiuzhuan Xuelian Pill."

Yue Wuhuan finally understood that Huichundan, Juqisan and Shenggudan are common elixir medicines, and he had taken them when he was seriously injured.

Wanwu Pill and Shenglong Pill are worth thousands of gold. I heard that the owner of Bizhu Tower used it for his favorite treasure.

I don’t know what Liumai Fusheng Soup is, but the Jiuzhuan Blood Lotus Pill is the most precious treasure in the fairy world. It is made of ten thousand-year blood lotus. There are only nine in the world. God; the owner of Piaoxue Castle turned against his Taoist companion in the secret realm because of it, and killed his wife to seize the treasure; there was one at the auction of Qizhen Pavilion, and it was auctioned by the owner of Langya Pavilion in the East China Sea with hundreds of thousands of top-grade spirit stones. Fei Che was unable to participate in the auction for some reason, and he was heartbroken. He regarded it as a lifelong regret and kept thinking about it.

If we use ordinary things to describe it, it is that someone rescued a beggar who had never met before on the side of the road, and said that he would give him fine clothes and delicacies, a golden house and jade horses, and hundreds of millions of wealth. Give it to him, whoever believes in this kind of inferior deception is a fool.

There was no more laughter, his heart was cold, he confirmed that Song Qingshi was just playing with people.

In the past, he has encountered many such prudish, sweet talk, put on the appearance of compassion, but just want to coax the slaves to play the game of love and promise, but in the end they still greedy his dirty body.

Song Qingshi was reciting the last words: "Don't worry, as long as you follow the doctor's orders and cooperate with the treatment, the disease will be cured."

"Okay," Yue Wuhuan's phoenix eyes showed a bit of charm, and he replied in a lazy tone, "I will obey the immortal..."

"Almost forgot," Song Qingshi looked into his eyes and suddenly remembered something. He put on the animal leather gloves again, picked up a luminous bead the size of a goose egg and put it in a strange long lampshade, and sat on the side of the bed. Leaning over to look at Yue Wuhuan, he said earnestly: "It may be a little uncomfortable, please be patient."

Yue Wuhuan smiled self-deprecatingly, making the phoenix eyes show the color of desire, then softened his body, waiting for new tricks.

Song Qingshi stretched out his hand to open his eyes, illuminated the inside of the eyes with luminous beads, observed carefully for a long time, and muttered softly: "There is no problem with the lacrimal secretion system from the outside, we still need to do a colored dye test..."

Yue Wuhuan: "???"