When Chu Qingge left Nanyuan, she felt indescribably heavy.
They needed her to bring Uncle Nine Emperors back, but as you can imagine, Uncle Nine Emperors was highly skilled in martial arts and had countless masters protecting him.
How easy is it to bring him back?
But Aunt Jin said that bringing Uncle Nine Emperors back might help Nan Xing wake up.
But they never said the reason.
Excluding Feng Jiuqing and Nan Qing, is it really the Nine Emperors Uncle Chu Fengjin who poisoned my mother back then?
If this is the case, if Uncle Nine Emperors is brought back, he may really be able to revive his mother.
Even if she can't be saved, as long as she is told exactly how and what kind of poison was administered, she should have a chance to find a way to rescue her.
Now she still can't find out the toxins in her mother's body just by taking her pulse.
Toxins in the human body have undergone more than ten years of evolution and evolution, and they are no longer the same as the original toxins.
If a machine could be used to analyze specific poisonous cells...
She stood on the promenade and looked up at the sky.
Behind him, a plain white figure was approaching unknowingly.
"Could it be that even the Ninth Princess, who has extraordinary medical skills, can't do anything?" Mu Bai knew where she had been today.
Maybe he shouldn't let her tease the nuns like this, but for some reason, subconsciously, he also wanted her to get closer to Nan Xing.
The master has suffered from narcolepsy for so many years, and Princess Ninth has the best medical skills among the doctors he has ever seen.
Maybe she really has a way.
Qingge looked at the distant sky and sighed.
"There is no way to analyze the specific poisonous cells, so it is difficult to prescribe the right medicine."
She is a person from the 21st century. In modern times, she has all kinds of instruments and equipment.
But here, everything is lacking.
"I need a cell separator."
Mu Bai didn't understand, and frowned with his thick sword eyebrows: "You can draw the design, and maybe I can build it for you."
"I don't have this ability."
This was the first time that Mu Bai saw such a helpless side of her.
Chu Qingge looked back at him and smiled weakly: "My design ability is limited, and I learned it from others."
"Your master?"
"Not a master, just a friend." After all, they are about the same age.
Mu Bai could not imagine that her design was the most exquisite and magical that he had ever seen in his life.
Is there anyone in this world who is more talented in this area than her?
"Why not?"
Qingge raised her eyebrows and took a breath: "I'm better at fighting and strategy than designing, and that guy is a natural genius and doesn't like to guess people's hearts, but she can design anything as long as she takes a look at it.
come out."
"It's so magical?" It's simply unheard of.
"That's how magical it is." How could a disciple who was picked up by his mother and taught by him personally, without any extraordinary talent, be able to catch his eye?
Mu Bai couldn't help but sigh: "Why were there so many talented people in your era?"
"In our era?" Qingge raised her eyebrows, "So, you believed what I said?"
"Why don't you believe it?" She had no reason to lie to him.
A ray of lonely soul from hundreds of years later, although it sounded absurd, he just believed it.
"The person you are talking about can really design exquisite instruments to heal the master?" he asked.
"She can definitely do it." Qingge has 100% confidence in this genius.
"Who is she?"
"My mother's student and my goddaughter, Long Qian."
