Medical scum wants to cultivate immortality

Luo Zhiyu pretended not to know what was going on, and said "concern" loudly: "Zhuang Shaozun, what's wrong with you!"

His current appearance is really funny, his tongue is swollen, his mouth can't close, it's sore and stiff.His neck was also wrinkled and uncomfortable, he couldn't swallow, couldn't speak, and couldn't even lower his head, allowing more and more saliva to drool, soaking the green clothes on his chest.

People around began to cover their mouths and laugh.

Luo Zhiyu hurriedly became a "good guy": "Everyone go to Lisha, go to Lisha quickly! What are you looking at! Let's go!"

Shen Wulan also faked a suppressed smile and took out a handkerchief to wipe his saliva carelessly.

His "unintentional" touch on the already numb tongue made it even more uncomfortable.He pushed Shen Wulan away, whimpering in anger.

Then he hurriedly raised his sword and waved and stamped his feet at the people who started to laugh and leave, with an eager look on their faces.Pointing to his tongue, waving, pointing and waving!

Everyone looked at him with blank faces.

Two of them were whispering.

"Zhuang Yan really cares about face, and I really think he's a bit of a clean freak."

"I also know something. I heard from the senior brother who came to Liesha last year that his clothes were even a little dirty and he had to go back and change them!"

"Yes, other people can't wait to do their best to show their face. As for him, it seems that he is here to let others see how good he looks, and whoever praises him will get carried away with pride."

Zhuang Yan was already surrounded by a few sycophants who could try to guess what he was thinking, while some shook their heads and left.

Luo Zhiyu, who stretched out his ears to listen to what the two of them had just said, smiled, so it turns out that you are saving face, come on.

"Oh oh oh, I know, I understand, I understand!" Luo Zhiyu said to everyone with a look of understanding Zhuang Yan, "Young Master Zhuang has a bad throat, I want you to hurry up and tell Master Zhuang to call A doctor came and showed him!"

"Oh! Yes, I'm going right away!" One person suddenly realized and ran away in a hurry.Others are also scrambling to "take credit"!

"Wooooow!!" Zhuang Yan shook his head quickly, drooling all over the sky.

He didn't mean that at all, he didn't want others to tell others about his ugly appearance, and pretended not to see him!He could go back and secretly seek treatment from Yuan Tong.

Looking at his distraught look, Luo Zhiyu felt extremely happy: Let you bully Mo Wenshuang!

Mo Wenshuang... When he thought of the wound on his shoulder, his heart ached.

Zhuang Yan groaned for a long time, but he didn't see the two people in front of him paying attention to him. He wanted to blow off his anger and deal with them.But because of his embarrassed appearance, after thinking about it, he still thinks it is better to avoid people first, what if a group of hunters come over later!So he gave Luo Zhiyu a hard look and walked away.

When he put the sword back into the scabbard while walking, Luo Zhiyu Yunling pushed a stone to block Zhuang Yan's feet.Zhuang Yan didn't notice, he stepped on it, his center of gravity was unstable, and he threw himself straight forward.

Shen Wulan opened her eyes wide, pushed Luo Zhiyu across the face, and complained in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

"puff"

"Ummmm!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, attracting their attention.

Zhuang Yan was injured!

Shen Wulan exclaimed.

The corners of Luo Zhiyu's mouth curled up: "An eye for an eye!"

"Zhuang... Zhuang Shaozun, you, are you alright?" Shen Wulan quickly walked over to help Zhuang Yan, who was pierced obliquely through the left abdomen with the sword, to stand up.Out of years of practicing medicine, he directly inspected the wound, drew out the sword, took out the hemostatic medicine and gauze that he carried with him, and quickly bandaged it up for him.

This move stunned Luo Zhiyu!

"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over!" Before he could say anything to stop him, he saw Zhuang Yan's eyes full of eyes: "Okay, play with my expression."

Shen Wulan bandaged him while not forgetting the doctor's heart: "The wound didn't hurt the kidneys, and it's too dangerous to pass by. Remember not to be exposed to wind or water. No alcohol and greasy things. Change the medicine tomorrow morning..."

"Ahem...um." Luo Zhiyu bit the bullet and reminded him not to say any more.

Shen Wulan suddenly reacted, her hands froze, she raised her head abruptly, and looked at Zhuang Yan with the expression that you are dead.

It's over!Patronizing the wound, careless!He took a few steps back quickly, and he hesitated to explain: "I, I'm not a doctor, I, I just happened to be carrying these things...I..."

"Leave me alone...Junior Brother Shen..." Luo Zhiyu looked calm and whistled.

Just now, Zhuang Yan's tongue was inexplicably swollen, his throat was tight, itchy and numb.Shen Wulan clearly understands medicine, but stands by and refuses to help, the meaning of which is self-evident!

Deliberately watching yourself make a fool of yourself!hateful!

He clutched the wound, his eyes were burning, and he whimpered fiercely.

"Why, you fell yourself and hurt yourself, you are stupid! I, Junior Brother Shen, stopped the bleeding for you, and you are not grateful but still angry? I don't know what to do!"

Zhuang Yan's mouth was full of saliva stained with some mud, and he let out a cold snort indistinctly.Clenched fingers creaked, stretched out a finger, and tapped heavily in the air three times.

Luo Zhiyu guessed, and he said three more words in his heart: You wait!

Needless to say, he thought of it the moment Shen Wulan stopped the bleeding.It doesn't matter whether Zhuang Yan knew whether the ghost-faced spider was stuffed in by him, or whether he moved the stone on purpose.As soon as Shen Wulan's throat swelled, Shen Wulan had already been "disrespectful" without making a move!

The young master of the most dignified Immortal Sect, was teased by others... must be punished.

Given that Luo Zhiyu had only been in contact with him twice, he concluded that Zhuang Yan would definitely push all the discomfort in him to himself.Although, this is indeed what he did.But it is expected that he will not be so smart to know.

Zhuang Yan flew away furiously with Yujian.Although he hated Luo Zhiyu in his heart, he cared more about his image. This drool-covered, ragged, and smeared figure was too ugly!

Then Shen Wulan began to complain like chanting a spell.Luo Zhiyu's ears were buzzing.

"I know I know! I know that if I don't trip him with a stone, nothing will happen. But I can't blame it all! Who told you to rush out so fast! I didn't even have time to pull you!"

"..." Shen Wulan said for a long time that you shouldn't do this or that, and lost her temper after being choked by a single sentence.

That's right, if he thought about it a little bit, at worst, Zhuang Yan would think that he was careless, at worst, he would think that the two of them had read his joke.It will not cause any trouble.

But he voluntarily exposed himself, is Shang Luo Zhiyu to blame?He slapped his hand, "I'm sorry." Then he asked, "Why, you have to express this anger on behalf of Mr. Shuang."

Luo Zhiyu was casually chasing evil spirits. Hearing this sentence, the raised copper brake stopped in mid-air, and turned to look at Shen Wulan who was waiting for the answer.

The wrist holding the sword kept turning slowly.

"He... definitely won't tell Master Fengxue about his injury, and he probably won't heal it himself. Remember the last time his finger was burned? I bandaged him, and he just went back to his room to get a letter. It was dismantled. Later, we stole Fang Feijin again after about ten days. His finger had a very shallow scar. If it was healed with spiritual energy, it would heal a long time ago, and there would be no scar. I guess, he Not only did it not heal, but the wound was deliberately opened.”

Shen Wulan didn't pay attention to this.When he went to Fangfeijin later, he had long forgotten about Mo Wenshuang's burnt fingers.

Luo Zhiyu, who usually forgets everything with a blank mind, unexpectedly remembers it so clearly and observes it so carefully.

It seems that he...something is not quite right.

"Brother Shen, I don't know why he doesn't treat his illnesses, and he doesn't heal his injuries. Isn't it uncomfortable? Doesn't it hurt?" He touched his left shoulder with a lonely look.

Luo Zhiyu, who never worries and is not afraid of the sky falling, has such an expression.Shen Wulan was a little surprised.

"So, you're just curious about him? Sympathetic to him?"

"It seems to be, but it seems not. Actually, I have another idea." Luo Zhiyu nodded and smiled.

"what?"

"I want to hear his voice, and I want to cure his dumbness. The more he refuses to let me take his pulse, the more he refuses to treat his illness, the more I want to confront him!"

"You, let's think about how Master Zhuang will punish you! Master Feng will probably have to punish you after returning to the Mianwu Realm! You can still laugh!" Shen Wulan poked his head, "But , when the time comes, you just push everything on me."

"I did it, so how could it be pushed to brother Shen who loves me the most! There is no punishment at all, the worst is a beating, I am not afraid!" He continued to hunt evil, raised the wooden sword, and turned his wrist.

Zhuang Yan hurriedly returned to Feiling Realm, and entered a strangely shaped house in the southwest corner.From the roof to the doors and windows, it is gray and black, which is very out of place in this green place.

This is the residence of Yuantong, a member of the Zhuang family, Xiaowujiao.

Yuan Tong, who was tinkering with a pile of weird bottles and cans, heard someone forcefully push open the door, and quickly covered it with a piece of black gauze.He quickly put down the black veil on his face.

After calming down, he showed a strange look under the veil.

"Young Master?"

He could tell at a glance that Zhuang Yan's neck was thick, his tongue was swollen and his mouth couldn't close, and his saliva flowed out. The symptoms were that he accidentally ate a ghost-faced spider.

Also, the blood on the clothes on the abdomen.There are traces of bandaging. I wonder which disciple of the Immortal Sect understands medical skills?

People in the Feiling Realm all know that there is a spider hole in the Infinity Forest. It has a small cultivation level, does not hurt people, and does not come out of the hole. It just stays inside and emits a smell to lure evil spirits with low cultivation levels to eat it.They never take the initiative to approach the spider hole because it is highly poisonous.

The poison in Zhuang Yan's body was only temporarily causing him to lose his words, and it did not harm his body.He couldn't have accidentally eaten it by himself.It is following the way of others.

He can understand that this person is used to being arrogant, and everyone is inferior to him.Relying on his status as a young master, he bullied some disciples of other sects every year, and everyone dared not speak out.Xu met someone with a temper and a brain this year and tried a small plan to get revenge.

But what he didn't understand was that some Zhongyuan people knew how to use the poison of the ghost-faced spider.These spiders were brought from his hometown 15 years ago.

"Wooooow!" Zhuang Yan looked at Yuan Tong, who was usually attentive to him, standing still in a daze, thinking that he was amused by his appearance, and couldn't help but get angry!

Returning to his senses, Yuan Tong hurried to the side and took a small leather pouch from the shelf built with animal bones, took a knife and cut it, a trace of purple liquid leaked out.

He pointed to the chair and said: "Young Master, sit down, raise your head, and open your mouth as hard as you can."

Zhuang Yan did as he did, but his tongue was swollen and his neck was so stiff that he couldn't exert his strength.It took a while to forcefully open his mouth.

Yuan Tong squeezed the thick purple liquid into his mouth.

A sour and bitter taste slid down the throat and into the esophagus, and some saliva dripped on the clothes along with the continuous flow.

Suddenly he saw a hair appearing in the purple liquid, and he pushed Yuan Tong away with his palm.Feeling nauseated in his stomach, he raised his head with difficulty, pointed his sword at him, and yelled!

At the opening of the small leather pouch in Yuan Tong's hand, the hair twisted!

Live!