"You two, do you think the wound on my arm hasn't healed even after half a month?"
A monk's wound didn't heal for half a month...
Mortals are just like that.
Jiang Su did not respond. Liang Bo was sitting in the clinic. He first asked: "Have you taken any medicine?"
The monk nodded and replied: "Of course I applied it. I applied it after I was injured. The main reason is that there seems to be a rash around my wound. Look, this red, small bump, was bitten by something.
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"Flea." Jiang Su interrupted at the right time.
At first it was a small red dot, but after catching it, it turned into a small package.
"Oh, you, a hunter of spiritual beasts, don't know this?" Jiang Su frowned and asked him lightly.
People who spend all day in the mountains and forests don’t know what it feels like to be bitten by fleas?
Uncle Liang took the monk's arm in his hand and saw a deep wound on the upper arm with bone visible. It was dark purple in color and black blood was oozing out.
"Poisoned." Uncle Liang made a conclusion at a glance.
It is the fastest and most efficient way for medical practitioners to treat monks.
When the spiritual power is concentrated on his eyes, he can see the direction of the spiritual power in the monk's body. You can recognize which places are blocked and where the spiritual power is thin. You can recognize them instantly.
The monk seemed to have expected it. He slapped him hard with his other hand and said, "Hey, I knew it a long time ago! I am poisoned! Otherwise, how could I have been bleeding until now? Wherever I go all day long,
There's blood everywhere, and I don't want to change these clothes because of my arms. Everything I wear will be dirty!"
Jiang Su's face was expressionless, but in fact he was carefully studying the man's expression.
His face was pale, his lips were pale, his eyes were dull, and his hair was withered.
Hehe, I've almost lost all my blood in half a month, okay? I'll be damned if it's not in vain.
Uncle Liang carefully toyed with the man's arm, and from time to time he would put his fingertips on the red envelopes around the man's wounds, press and scratch them lightly.
Press, "Does it hurt?" Uncle Liang asked seriously.
The monk replied: "A little bit, mainly because it's itchy."
Jiang Su remained silent, his eyes falling on the man's dark wound.
"Poison... what kind of poison is it? This smell..." The girl leaned forward and sniffed lightly with the tip of her nose, her spiritual power concentrated in front of her nose.
"It should be that some blood-activating spiritual materials were added... This richness shows that the person who made the poison controlled the dose very accurately, which will cause him to continue to lose blood, but he will not die from blood loss."
"I wanted to harm a monk who hunted spiritual beasts for a living in the forest. The wound was poisoned. The wound was caused by the sharp blade of the spiritual beast, so someone put the poison on the spiritual beast he wanted to hunt in advance."
"Knowing him so well... I don't expect him to die from this."
Jiang Su went through all the causes and consequences of this man's injury in his mind, and also calculated various conspiracies and tricks.
A vendetta, but saving lives, is unlikely. Killing for money can apply poison to the spiritual beast, and it is quite powerful, so it is not necessary.
"I really want to know what the hatred is." Jiang Su shook his head and let out a long sigh.
Uncle Liang didn't know why and glanced sideways at Jiang Su. The girl didn't care. She stood up, twisted her neck from side to side, moved her muscles, and walked towards the back of the courtyard where all the elixirs were practicing.
When Chen Zeshen saw this, he stopped sitting quietly in the distance and walked straight to Jiang Su.
"Miss Jiang, how are you these days? If I don't see you here for two days, I won't be able to sleep or eat well." Chen Zeshen's voice sounded soft and had the unique magnetism of a man.
He came to capture Jiang Su's soul again.
Jiang Su was so disgusted by the man's sudden numbness that he immediately strode to the left, turned his head, and looked at Chen Zeshen calmly.
He said in a cold voice: "Don't speak in such a voice. If you don't want your tongue, chop it off. If you don't want to use your throat, just find an iron rod and swallow it."
After the sound was over, the girl quickly walked to the back of the courtyard where the pill was being practiced.
Chen Zeshen smiled slightly and followed behind.
The smoke from the cooking pots curled up here, with white smoke mixed with purple and green smoke spreading into the air. More than a dozen people were sitting in front of the rusty alchemy furnace, concentrating. Next to them were neat wooden boxes in which the elixirs were placed side by side, each round.
Excellent condition.
Xiao Shiyu was sitting at the top, concentrating on controlling the spiritual power to flow in the alchemy furnace and refining spiritual materials.
He sensed that someone was looking at him, and subconsciously glanced in Jiang Su's direction. His expression suddenly changed from a serious frown to... a Shiba Inu smile.
"Susu! You're here!"
Xiao Shiyu controlled the spirit with one hand and waved to Jiang Su with the other hand. During this period, the flames in the alchemy furnace were steady and gentle, and the person was calm and not panicked.
"..."
Alchemy cultivator still has some tricks up his sleeve...controlling three alchemy furnaces with one hand.
That's right, under Xiao Shiyu's large alchemy furnace are two alchemy furnaces that are slightly shaped, and there are also green spiritual threads involved in them.
"I came to see how the clinic was being repaired, but I didn't find any. I learned from Uncle Liang that you actually used a lot of spiritual materials to turn it into a semi-magic weapon. The medical clinic uses spiritual materials, but you are really willing to give up spiritual stones.
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The medical center indeed reserves a variety of spiritual materials. Everything in the world has the attributes of the five elements. The strengths can make up for the shortcomings of the five elements of the human body.
If Yusutang wants to build a house that is half as effective as a magic weapon, he does have the ability.
It's just that... a little bit is expensive. Jiang Su feels bad because she hasn't earned much yet.
Xiao Shiyu knew what Jiang Su was thinking, and the spiritual power under his hands suddenly gathered into a whirlpool. In an instant, his body was covered by thousands of green spiritual threads, like a dragnet covering the two small and one large alchemy furnaces in front of him.
Jiang Su:???
Why? Show off your skills suddenly?
"After all, he is the second generation Xiu who has eaten the inheritance of the alchemy family. The secret skill of this alchemy is extraordinary. This spiritual power net causes the spiritual power of the spiritual materials in the alchemy furnace to suddenly and evenly increase in the space. I'm afraid it won't take long for him to follow.
The elixir is about to be released."
Jiang Su muttered to himself on the sidelines, keeping his face tight and not intending to let Chen Zeshen know this.
Chen Zeshen was quiet now. Although he was not frightened by Jiang Su's words, he felt that...
It is quite rare for more than ten people to sit in a neat line and make elixirs. He was a mortal for more than 20 years, and he became a monk in the past few years. In the eyes of the people in Zhongdu, the monk is a god, even more powerful than the emperor.
A powerful person will inevitably have subconscious...respect, but not respect.
The main reason is that he has never seen so many alchemy cultivators who specialize in the arts. He has captured a cage of those who play with swords and fight with knives, but he has never caught so many people who play with alchemy furnaces.
Thinking of this, he turned his head slightly and looked at the girl in green beside him.
This is a girl he has never seen through yet, who can also make elixirs... has a bad temper, is cruel, and wants to dig out his stone heart.
This feeling...thinking about it, his stone heart almost beat.
When Jiang Su heard the man's voice, he moved his eyes to Chen Zeshen's face, paused for a moment, and uttered a few words: "Don't talk, shut up."
Jiang Su turned around and stared at Xiao Shiyu refining the pill again, muttering to himself: "What a waste of this face. He talks like a goblin. Is there any value in it? I wonder if abstinence is popular in the world of cultivation now."