The coughing sound just now sounded like it was fake. It was a real lung disease. The sound of coughing out felt hollow, and there was a strong crackle sound when breathing.
Ling Luo sighed softly and knocked on the door three times, "knock, knock, knock."
"Which one?"
"Yu, it's me."
"Luo'er, you're here!"
What came from inside the door was Xuanyuan Yu's voice full of surprise. At the same time, Xuanyuan Ze's pretend cough also stopped abruptly.
The door opened, and Ling Luo looked past Xuanyuan Yu and saw a pair of dark golden eyes full of resentment.
"Well, let me deliver some medicine to Ozawa."
Ling Luo put the celadon medicine bottle in Xuanyuan Yu's hand and said, "I made this this morning. It has a miraculous effect on treating stubborn lung diseases."
Xuanyuan Yu was very happy and said: "You took the trouble."
Walking to the bedside, Ling Luo sat down, turning a blind eye to Xuanyuan Ze's angry dark golden eyes, and stretched out a hand and placed it on his wrist.
Xuanyuan Ze's eyes turned cold, as if he had been touched by something terrible and dirty, and he shook Ling Luo's hand desperately.
"Don't touch me!"
Ling Luo was stunned by Xuanyuan Ze's roar, then she calmed down and said, "Are you hiding your illness and avoiding medical treatment?"
Xuanyuan Ze's eyes turned with a hint of uneasiness, he turned his head, looked at the wall, and said: "Anyway, the imperial doctor in the palace has long said that I will not live to be thirty years old due to the disease that was brought from my mother's womb. Look,
It’s all in vain.”
"Since it's all in vain, what's the harm in letting me take a look?"
Ling Luo narrowed her beautiful eyes, and with a flash of light, she shot like lightning, and in an instant, she caught Xuanyuan Ze's wrist.
However, something surprising happened.
Ling Luo felt her hand slipping, and Xuanyuan Ze escaped from her hand as easily as a loach.
She is now a fourth-level martial artist.
A man who can easily break free from her control must be far more powerful than her.
Didn't Yu say that Xuanyuan Ze's constitution was extremely weak and his cultivation level was very poor?
What's going on?
Ling Luo's scrutinizing and suspicious gaze made Xuanyuan Ze's whole body tingle. His dark golden eyes rolled around, and a bright smile appeared on his face. He looked at Xuanyuan Yu and said, "Brother, I'm hungry. Go buy some for me."
Is breakfast good?"
"Okay." Xuanyuan Yu agreed without hesitation. He handed the medicine bottle back to Ling Luo, "I'll leave it to you to take care of the patients."
When Xuanyuan Yu stepped out, the smile on Xuanyuan Ze's face disappeared.
Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, a cold look flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Why do you want to push Yu away?"
"Please, could you please not disturb our two brothers' world in the future?" Xuanyuan Ze's tone was extremely unhappy, and his eyes were slightly resentful.
Ling Luo's eyes were burning, staring closely into Xuanyuan Ze's eyes, and said: "Are you afraid that I will expose you?"
"Joke!" Xuanyuan Ze sneered and said with a fearless look on his face, "I have nothing to expose, really."
Ling Luo laughed secretly in his heart. The louder his voice was, the more guilty he was trying to hide his true emotions.
"Xuanyuan Ze, what level is your cultivation level at?" Ling Luo poured a glass of warm water and seemed to mention it unintentionally.
Xuanyuan Ze snorted coldly: "Level zero."
"Oh, what is the spiritual level? Is it a martial spirit?" Ling Luo handed over the teacup and stared at him meaningfully.
Xuanyuan Ze took the tea cup angrily, drank a few sips, and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about?"