Seeing Qin Fan looking miserable and suffering in the high-temperature soup, Mr. Chen didn't have any mercy on his face.
On the contrary, his entire face was gloomy and extremely serious.
"Mr. Chen, I really can't stand it anymore. I feel like my whole body doesn't belong to me! Let me out quickly!" Qin Fan was pleading.
At this moment, the whole skin is sizzling, just like the pigs being slaughtered in the village, just waiting to be shaved!
Mr. Chen snorted and said: Qin Fan, do you want your Dantian to recover? If you want to recover, just stay in the water!
After a pause, he continued: "If you really can't bear it, you can come out, but don't ask me to get you this soup again in the future!"
Qin Fan stopped fussing after hearing this, gritted his teeth and squatted in the water, the hot medicinal soup almost scalded him to death.
After moaning in the water for a few minutes, Qin Fan couldn't stand it anymore.
He thought to himself, damn, why do you have to take medicine like this when your Dantian is damaged? Maybe there are other ways, but this method is really torturous!
Immediately Qin Fan told Mr. Chen that he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to come out.
Mr. Chen's face darkened, and he nodded and said yes.
At this time, Qin Fan stood up and was about to get out of the tub. Before he could climb out, Mr. Chen went over and kicked Qin Fan directly.
Seeing Qin Fan fall into the bucket again, Mr. Chen puffed his beard and glared: "Don't provoke me to have such a bad temper!"
Qin Fan, who had fallen into the soup, finally stood up. He felt dizzy and stared at Mr. Chen, wishing he could kill this old guy.
However, he has no cultivation now and cannot touch Mr. Chen at all.
"You try again?" Mr. Chen pointed at the ground and asked provocatively.
Qin Fan gritted his teeth and stared at Mr. Chen speechlessly.
He was worried that he would be kicked in by this old guy again. Qin Fan immediately shook his head and said nothing!
"Really?" Mr. Chen asked.
Qin Fan squatted in the bathtub, stared at Mr. Chen and shook his head again.
Mr. Chen nodded, "Okay, then you stay in the bathtub until tomorrow morning. If I find you sneaking out, don't blame me for being rude!"
What?
Until tomorrow morning?
So long?
Qin Fan was shocked. He didn't want to stay for even a minute, let alone such a long time. This was not curing his illness, but killing him.
Mr. Chen snorted coldly and said: "Don't talk nonsense to me. Let me tell you one more thing. Don't make me angry. Once you make me angry, it will be as easy as yours!"
Immediately he turned his head and shouted outside, and the Taoist boy who was lying on the crack of the door to watch the excitement hurried in.
"You keep an eye on this kid at night. If he dares to step out, come and report to me!" Mr. Chen ordered.
The Taoist boy quickly said yes.
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inside the room.
Qin Fan soaked in the medicine bucket, shivering in pain, and his whole skin had completely turned deep red.
It looks a bit ferocious and terrifying.
Seeing that Mr. Chen seemed to be really absent, Qin Fan stared at the Taoist boy meditating and chanting sutras.
Immediately, he stood up gently, one foot had just stepped out of the medicine bucket and had not yet touched the ground. At this time, the Taoist boy suddenly opened his eyes, glared at Qin Fan sideways, and said in a childish voice: "I advise you to put your foot back."
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Qin Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly at the other party and said: Little brother, I really can't stand it anymore, let's discuss it, I'll go out to get some fresh air, can it be done in just one stick of incense?"
Seeing that the other party remained silent, Qin Fan said, "Little brother, that half stick of incense?"
At this time, the Taoist boy suddenly opened his eyes, glared at Qin Fan and said angrily: "Who is your little brother? I am a woman!"
Qin Fan: "..."
The little Taoist boy in front of me looks like a child. He has a bun on his head and a Taoist robe. He has pretty features. It is really hard to tell whether he is a boy or a girl.
At that moment, Qin Fan hurriedly changed his words and begged: "Little girl, can half a stick of incense be okay?"
At this time, the Taoist boy stared at Qin Fan, slowly stood up and walked outside.
"What are you really doing?" Qin Fan asked hurriedly, feeling an ominous sign coming.
The Taoist boy stopped, turned around leisurely, stared at Qin Fan and said to report to Mr. Chen.
When Qin Fan heard this, he was so frightened that he took back his feet and got into the medicine bucket. He hurriedly said to the other party: "Stop talking, I'll just wait!"
At this time, the Taoist boy turned around and returned, stared at Qin Fan and said seriously: "I tell you Qin Fan, don't be ungrateful.
Do you know that not to mention the disciples of Xingdao Academy, even if the heads of those branches come to ask Mr. Chen to prepare the decoction, they may not be able to get it."
Mr. Chen has not slept for two days in order to prepare this decoction for you. If you continue to be so ungrateful, you will really no longer be human!"
Qin Fan suddenly felt nervous. To be honest, Mr. Chen prepared the decoction for him, and Qin Fan knew that Mr. Chen was kind to him.
However, he didn't expect that the old man wouldn't sleep for two days, just to get him this thing?
Qin Fan looked shocked, "Are you telling the truth?"
The Taoist boy said angrily: "Do I need to lie to you? I tell you, just burn high incense. There are very few people who can make Mr. Chen fall in love. Mr. Chen cares so much about you. If you want to thank him
Mr. Chen, just stay in and don’t come out!”
Qin Fan stopped talking.
The previous thought of stepping out of the bucket suddenly disappeared!
If this is the case, it would indeed be a bit unethical for him to do this.
Qin Fan immediately nodded and said: "Well, in that case, even if it burns me to death, I won't come out!"
When the Taoist boy heard this, he pointed out in an old-fashioned way: "That's good, Qin Fan seems like you still have some conscience!"
Immediately she continued to sit there cross-legged and chant sutras.
Qin Fan continued to endure the torment of the high-temperature decoction, and simply sat cross-legged in the bucket and began to practice.
Even at this moment, there was no trace of cultivation in his body, but Qin Fan was hitting his dantian over and over again.
The next day.
At dawn, Mr. Chen opened the door, looked at Qin Fan in the medicine bucket, and turned his head to look at the Taoist boy standing respectfully next to him.
Seeing the Taoist boy nodding towards him, Mr. Chen understood and waved his hand to let the Taoist boy go out.
Immediately he walked up to Qin Fan, stared at the boy for a few times, and finally shook his head and said, "Qin Fan, what do you think?"
Qin Fan smiled bitterly and said it seemed to have no effect.
Mr. Chen stepped forward, scooped out a spoonful of soup and looked at the color. Finally, he sighed and said, "Let's do it tonight!"
Although Qin Fan was depressed, he still nodded and said yes.
For several days, every night, Qin Fan did not only carry water and dung during the day.
He waited for the other senior brothers in Dahoushan to go to bed at night, while Qin Fan went to the alchemy room alone.
In the past few times, Qin Fan still couldn't stand the torment of this high-temperature decoction, but now, he is used to it.
Moreover, Qin Fan felt that his body seemed to have become accustomed to this high-temperature decoction.
Although his entire skin was still red, it was obvious that his physical condition was much better than before.
That night, Qin Fan opened the door and walked in. Mr. Chen had already prepared the decoction and walked out without saying a word.
In the room, Qin Fan took off his clothes and put it into the medicine bucket.
Now, there is no need for the Taoist boy to keep an eye on him, Qin Fan can take a bath properly.