Yu Yinghua has taught at Zhuxian College for many years and naturally knows Mo Yu.
But after all, men and women are different, and they don't have much interaction with each other on weekdays, so their relationship is very unfamiliar.
She didn't expect that he would come forward to intercede on her behalf.
I thought those officers and soldiers would still stop me, but as soon as Mo Yu walked forward, they let me go.
Yu Yinghua felt happy for a while, jogged a few steps, caught up with the person, and whispered: "Mr. Xie Mo."
"You're welcome!"
Ji Zimo didn't have time to chat. He was in the training camp. When he got the news that Mr. Liu was in trouble, he rushed back without stopping.
He walked quickly to the inner courtyard, and at a glance, he saw that the courtyard was full of people guarding it.
He just stood there and immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Cao Ran stepped forward to greet him. He could not bow his hands in salute, so he could only pretend to say hello, "Mr. Mo, you are here too. When Dean Liu was making medicine, the cauldron of medicine accidentally exploded, and he was poisoned.
Miss Shi Xia is inside the house, trying her best to save her."
Cao Ran's explanation shocked everyone.
Why is there such a huge difference between what he said and what Zhu Zirong said?
Everyone was angry but dared not speak, and Zhu Zirong's heart was filled with anger.
When Ji Zimo heard that Xia Qianqian went to get treatment, he felt relieved in his heart.
For some reason, he had absolute trust in that girl's medical skills.
"How long will it take?" he asked.
"Half an hour." Cao Ran answered truthfully.
It took her three or four hours to treat Cao Ran and bring him back to life, but now it only takes half an hour to treat Mr. Liu.
This can only mean that Mr. Liu’s life is not in danger.
Thinking of this, Ji Zimo's expression softened, and then, the invisible layer of ice that solidified all over his body quietly receded, causing a qualitative change in his temperament in one breath.
What a refined and noble young master. Looking at the whole Jiangcheng, the only one who can compare with him is Hu Tang, the second young master of the Hu family.
But that person was glib and glib one day, and his whole temperament tended to be frivolous.
But he is different.
As a teacher, he has the elegance of a scholar and the elegance of a noble prince. What is even more difficult to take away is the nobility of his body.
That kind of unparalleled nobility is integrated with his whole person, as if he was born.
Ji Zimo rarely showed up in the courtyard. At this moment, everyone looked at him and couldn't help but feel a little lost.
Xi Yalan stood up suddenly, staring at Ji Zimo, in a daze.
She knows her way around people, and she has seen this person before.
At the palace banquet that year, he sat high above the little emperor, and his overall grace was unparalleled.
It's him.
The mysterious and noble King of Daqian.
Xi Yalan stepped forward slowly, her eyes fell on his face, and after confirming again, she bowed and saluted.
Ji Zimo helped her in the air, and Cao Ran on the side stepped forward to help her, "Sister, if you are sleepy, why don't you go back to the house and rest first."
Xi Yalan is the wife of the Marquis. She has been in the capital for many years and has a delicate heart.
The two of them were covering up like this, and she immediately became clear-headed and understood what they meant.
"No, I'll wait over there too. Someone comes and brings Mr. Mo a stool."
The three of them turned around and went under the umbrella.
Yu Yinghua followed Ji Zimo, and when she heard the conversation between several people, she suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Mo Yan supported her and said with concern: "Mr. Yu, you are finally back."
Today, if they had not been looking for Yu Yinghua, they would not have discovered that something happened to the dean in the alchemy.
Yu Yinghua's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he murmured: "The dean's medicine cauldron exploded. Do you know what medicine he is making?"
Mo Yan said without thinking: "Shen Gathering Pill."
"Shen Gathering Pill?"
Yu Yinghua murmured and repeated, and her whole heart suddenly clenched together.
"Did he really have to try the God-Gathering Pill?"
"Really?" Mo Yan interjected, "The female doctor said that this medicine is difficult to refine and very labor-intensive, so..."
Mo Yan didn't finish his words and shook his head helplessly.
Yu Yinghua's tears rolled down her face, and she was very sad for a moment.
In Mo Yan's impression, Yu Yinghua has always had a cold temperament.
I never thought that she would be so concerned about the dean being in crisis.
People in the courtyard have their own thoughts and are waiting silently.
In the wing room, Xia Qianqian stood quietly in front of the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, carefully observing his treatment through the glass cover.
When a patient suffers from gas poisoning, the most advanced hyperbaric oxygen chamber treatment is used to replace all the toxic gases in the lungs. The whole person's lung function is like a new one, full of vitality again.
At this time, half an hour had passed. Mr. Liu's complexion turned from purple to rosy, his breathing was steady, and his vital signs gradually returned to stable.
In the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, Mr. Liu slowly opened his eyes.
In his blurred vision, he seemed to see a white cover covering him.
Is he dead?
Is this his coffin?
Why is his coffin white and transparent?
Could it be that this is the hell that everyone fears, and that’s why the coffins in hell are so unique.
While my mind was busy thinking, the white cover suddenly opened slowly, revealing a delicate little face.
Her eyebrows were familiar, and there was a bright smile on her lips, "Mr. Liu, you are awake."
Mr. Liu struggled to open his mouth and uttered one word with difficulty, "I..."
His throat was burning and painful. When he opened his mouth, the smell of burnt smoke came out of his mouth. It was really uncomfortable.
"Close your eyes first and don't speak in a hurry."
People who have narrowly escaped death will have a brief loss of consciousness and a lack of memory the moment they wake up.
Mr. Liu closed his eyes obediently.
Xia Qianqian reached out and pressed the button, and the hyperbaric oxygen chamber slowly retracted, automatically moving the person to the bed.
With quick hands and feet, she packed up the infusion syringes hanging next to the bed, as well as the ECG monitor and other things that were not of this world, and put them all into the Ruyi bracelet.
After doing all this, half an hour has passed.
She checked the bedside again and again, turned around, reached out and opened the door to the wing.
As soon as the door opened, all the eyes outside the courtyard fell on her. She glanced at her lightly, her expression as usual, "Okay, you can go in and see the dean."
Zhu Zirong didn't believe it, so he took the lead and rushed over and flew into the house.
Mo Yan followed closely and rushed in.
Inside the room, Zhu Zirong called, "Dean, how are you? Wake up quickly!"
His voice was so sad that everyone in the courtyard had their hearts in their throats.
Could it be that Dean...
"Ouch, you're squeezing my hand."
After a brief silence in the room, Mr. Liu's irritable voice sounded, "My throat hurts, you have to force me to talk more... cough cough cough!"
"Crack!" Accompanied by the crisp sound of porcelain, Mr. Liu roared hoarsely: "Who told you to come in? Get out, get out, get out."
Yelling, yelling, throwing things and cursing people, it seems that this dean was indeed completely cured by her as Xia Qianqian said.
