Ling Luo couldn't help but let out a sigh, summoned a bottle of healing medicine from the black jade space ring, gently placed it on the stone table under the shade of the tree, then turned and left.
It's better not to die.
As long as you are alive, there is hope.
Seeing Ling Luo holding his injured shoulder and gradually leaving, the ugly slave moved a little.
He leaned the broom against the edge of the big tree, stretched out his hand, and picked up the blue porcelain vase on the stone table.
After opening the lid, a refreshing medicinal fragrance hit me.
The ugly slave was slightly shocked, she... left something to save her life again.
Without any hesitation, the ugly slave poured out a drop of thick green juice and smeared it on the skinny arm.
Almost instantly, the horrible bruises and bruises disappeared.
What a magical thing!
A deep joy flashed across the ugly slave's face, that woman, she...
Unfortunately, when he raised his head again, the girl named Ling Luo was gone.
*.*.*.*.*
Ling Luo returned to Qingzhu Garden alone. In Xuanzi Pavilion, she took off her coat, revealing her round shoulders.
The collarbone has been broken and fractured.
The bones were abnormally bulging, and there were a lot of terrible bruises and bruises.
Fortunately, the broken bone did not penetrate into the lung lobe, which is a blessing in misfortune.
By doing this, he was showing mercy to himself.
She is an alchemist and a healer.
As a qualified doctor, he still has the ability to deal with similar wounds.
However, it is inevitably a bit laborious when one person is bandaging it.
In the past, whenever he was accidentally injured, he would bandage it for himself... At that time, he always looked distressed, complaining in his mouth, but was very careful with his hands.
While she was tying a bandage on herself, she thought about it, and a slight smile appeared on her lips involuntarily.
Smiling and laughing, he was stunned.
——Someone enters the house.
To be able to suddenly appear in her house so silently is a testament to his skill.
Ling Luo frowned, alarm bells ringing in her heart.
She quickly covered her shoulders with her coat, summoned the Red Sky Sword from the black jade space ring, and held it in her hand.
"Whoosh——" there was a sound.
The oil lamp in the room went out in an instant.
It was pitch dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.
"Who?" Ling Luo shouted sharply, but there was a trace of fear in her heart.
No one answered her.
Immediately afterwards, she felt someone cut the back of her neck with a palm. The movement was not violent, but it was not gentle either.
Ling Luo felt a blackness in front of her eyes and fainted.
She completely lost consciousness...
The next day, amid a crisp rooster crow, Ling Luo slowly opened her eyes.
She sat up suddenly.
The first thing that came to mind was the scene of being knocked unconscious last night.
Ling Luo's heart tightened and she looked around.
My own house, my own bed, and even the things in the house have not changed at all.
What are you doing?
Not stealing money?
She moved her body and felt a stabbing pain in her shoulder.
"hiss--"
Ling Luo's face was tangled together. He lowered his head and opened his clothes, only to find that the fractured shoulder had been bandaged again.
When she fainted...she was only half bandaged.
Ling Luo's heart was full of doubts. She stood up and walked to the table. Next to the medicine box on the table, there was a mutton-fat white jade porcelain bottle with an auspicious beast carved on it with gold powder.