Lin Su looked at Luo Qingyi and Luo Ziwei who were trying out moves back and forth. He felt a little familiar. Each move was very orderly. What was familiar was not the moves, but the atmosphere.
Luo Qiangwei diagnosed Luo Xinying's pulse, prescribed two pairs of medicines, and said: "Senior Sister Xinying's external injuries are almost healed, but internal injuries require pills to heal, so Qiangwei can't help."
Lying lazily on the bed, Luo Xinying waved her hand, "It doesn't matter, even if there is no elixir, recovery will be a matter of time. Junior sister Qiangwei doesn't have to blame herself. But the person who came with you seems to be not simple. He has strong blood and is an average expert.
You can’t even do that.”
Luo Qiangwei glanced towards the door and said with a smile: "He is one of my patients. Uncle Luo Qiu Enzhun is in the Yin Demon Sect for treatment. The Grand Master of Chaos of the Huangquan Demon Sect is still here. If you have connections, senior sister, you can invite him."
My disciples can refine a pill, which can also cure you as soon as possible."
Luo Xinying yawned softly and smiled charmingly: "The stinky men of the Underworld Demon Sect are all lustful ghosts. Senior sister does not dare to make deals with them easily. Forget it, the injury is not urgent for a while, it is already so bad
It’s been a long time and there’s no problem.”
Listening to the sounds of fighting in the empty arena, Luo Qiangwei said: "Senior Sister Ziwei was injured, and Senior Sister Qingyi took advantage of others' danger. Even if she wins, she won't win with force."
Luo Xinying said: "There is nothing that cannot be won without force. Luo Ziwei was injured but did not tell it, and it is her own fault. The tradition of Yin Mo Sect has never said that there is no victory without force. Whoever is stronger and has higher skills will win."
She has higher power and resources, but she just can't let go of the inner disciple's resources to hold on, but she didn't expect Luo Qingyi to see the flaw."
Luo Qiangwei nodded slightly and said: "Senior Sister Xinying's business here is finished, and it's time for Junior Sister to retire. Please be careful during this period. After you are injured, many people are ready to take action."
Luo Xinying sneered, "A group of cowards only dare to provoke a few little brats to make trouble. If the names of core disciples were so easy to get, they would have taken action long ago. Even if the senior sister was seriously injured, few would dare
Really take action.”
When she opened the door, Luo Qiangwei almost kicked Lin Su, who was sitting at the door staring at the two fighting with relish. She looked at Lin Su funny and angry, who was not only watching, but also throwing punches and kicks, and said with a smile: "You are here?"
What to do?"
Lin Su jumped up in surprise, smiled and scratched his head, "I saw that their gestures were very interesting, so I learned a lesson."
Luo Qiangwei couldn't help but laugh, and asked: "Are you imitating their gestures? Are you sure you're not a lazy ass stretching your legs?"
Lin Su smiled sheepishly, his movements were indeed a bit like a lazy donkey stretching his legs.
"Let's go, Senior Sister Xinying's injury has healed, and there is no need to come here in the future." Looking at the two people in the ring, Luo Qiangwei sighed: "There will be another patient in a few days, but that's enough.
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Lin Su glanced back and said, "Not one, but two."
"Two? What do you mean?" Luo Qiangwei looked at it. Yes, Luo Ziwei was indeed injured. She lost to Luo Qingyi. The former was already injured, but even if the latter was injured, she would not need her treatment for three or two days.
You'll be able to recover, it won't be a problem.
Pointing at the two people on the stage, Lin Su stretched out a finger from his left and right hands and said: "The person on the left cannot beat the person on the right, she will be injured."
Following Lin Su's hand, the person on the left is Luo Qingyi, and the person on the right is Luo Ziwei.
Luo Qiangwei not only took a second look to confirm that Luo Qingyi had suppressed Luo Ziwei, but she did not rest assured. She took Lin Su's hand and left the valley.
She is just a handyman disciple with a little ability. Although her status is higher than that of ordinary outer disciples, she is not qualified to stay in the valley for a long time.
When Luo Qiangwei returned to her residence, she ignored Lin Su and recorded Luo Xinying's situation in her notebook. It was already half an hour later when she closed the notebook and looked up to see Lin Su holding a medical book and reading attentively.
Luo Qiangwei asked lightly: "Can you understand? Why not learn to identify herbs first?"
After the meal was ready, Luo Qiangwei saw that Lin Su was still looking at the medical skills, so she took the book out of his hand and said, "Eat first. You haven't eaten for a day. You must be hungry."
Lin Su washed his hands, sat down at the dining table, and said while eating: "There are many mistakes in your book."
"Wrong? Can you understand?" Luo Qiangwei joked.
"It's possible, and it's not difficult." Lin Su said.
Luo Qiangwei asked: "What's wrong?"
Lin Su put down his chopsticks, opened a book on the classification of medicinal herbs, pointed to a place explaining the characteristics of medicinal herbs, and said: "This is wrong, this kind of grass is poisonous, and it will kill people if mixed with many other herbs."
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Luo Qiangwei looked at it and saw that the herb in the book was called poor locust grass, which had the effect of relieving pain. This herb was not commonly used because there were many other herbs that were more effective than it, and it was no different from weeds thrown on the ground.
Is poor locust poisonous?
Luo Qiangwei couldn't help but think of what Luo Qiu said. Lin Su studied under Shaolin alchemy master Puji, and Puji's master was the Grand Master of Chaos who returned to the Huangquan Demon Sect, which meant that Lin Su did not necessarily know how to alchemy.
"Poor locust and that kind of herb are poisonous?"
Lin Su flipped through a few pages, "There are this kind, this kind, this kind, and this kind."
Luo Qiangwei silently wrote down that what Lin Su said may be confusion, or it may be based on experience. How could a disciple of an alchemy master not know how to distinguish medicinal herbs? If her conjecture is true, then Lin Su will definitely have a certain influence on her medical career.
It has a decisive influence and can even teach her the art of alchemy.
Just after eating, someone knocked on the door.
"Junior Sister Qiangwei, Junior Sister Qiangwei."
"Here we come!" Luo Qiangwei shouted and opened the door. The disciple outside the door hurriedly said: "Junior Sister Qiangwei, follow me to the valley to save people. It's an emergency."
Luo Qiangwei asked: "Who is injured?"
The man said: "Senior Sister Ziwei and Junior Sister Qingyi are fighting..."
"Senior Sister Ziwei's injury has recurred?" Luo Ziwei asked.
The man shook his head and said, "I won't be able to tell for a while. Saving people is like putting out fire. Save people first and then talk about it."
Luo Qiangwei carried the medicine box and saw Lin Su following him in a cloak, so she didn't say anything. She trotted to the valley, and Luo Qiangwei saw that both of them were lying in the ring dying, and then she realized the seriousness of the matter.
After feeling the pulses of both of them, Luo Ziwei's old injury relapsed and her heart was slightly damaged, but it was nothing serious. However, Luo Qingyi... could only be described as hanging by a thread, with almost only one breath left. It was hard to say whether he could be saved.
Just as Luo Qiangwei was about to give Luo Qingyi medicine, someone was dissatisfied, "Luo Qiangwei, treat Senior Sister Ziwei first. She is an inner disciple, why should you treat Luo Qingyi, an outer disciple first? Do you look down on inner disciples?"
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"You little handyman disciple, you are so brave. Quickly treat Senior Sister Ziwei. This is an order!"
"Why? Junior Sister Tsing Yi is seriously injured. Anyone with eyes knows that she is seriously injured. You are still clamoring to treat Luo Ziwei. Are you deliberately killing Junior Sister Tsing Yi?"
"You bastard, do you understand the rules when you talk to an inner disciple like this?"
"..."
The quarrel was fierce, with both sides holding their own opinions. One was the inner disciple representing Luo Ziwei, and the other was the outer disciple representing Luo Qingyi. It was not that the inner or outer disciples were in the same spirit. Normally, it didn’t matter whether the outer disciple or the inner disciple.
Regardless of the door, the quarrel never ends, but the inner door cannot stand and cannot look at the outer door, and the outer door hates the inner door. The two parties are noisy, and sometimes even the quarrel between two people will lead to sectarian differences.
Luo Qiangwei turned a deaf ear to it. The inner disciples were unhappy and came to push her, "I said you, a little handyman disciple, are deaf? Didn't you hear that I asked you to treat Senior Sister Ziwei first?"
Chapter completed!