Suddenly, the little beauty rushed forward and threw herself into Yang Ying's arms, her figure was jade, her eyes were dark and bright, and she was abnormally bright.

At the moment when she ran past her, a fragrance wafted into Du Qingyun's nostrils, and suddenly her heart was shocked, this smell ......

100 days of turbidity!

There is a special smell in the fragrance, which is the "Hundred Days of Turbidity" of the Poison Cult, which ordinary people can't smell, but it is difficult to escape his sense of smell.

Glancing at the girl deeply, he knew that this woman must have been poisoned, but it was much lighter than Yang Ying, and it was not fatal.

Du Qingyun knew very well that this girl was also poisoned, but it was relatively light.

"Xiao Yao, you're 19 years old, and you're still like a child," Yang Ying held her shoulders and looked at each other, "The guests are looking at it, so don't you get up and say hello." ”

She rolled her eyes, immediately stood up, and introduced with three points of nervousness and shyness: "Hello brother, my name is Yang Yao, and I am ......"

"Enough, how many times has my mother told you, don't be so polite to this kind of low-level person, you will suffer. The woman began to get mad again, and this time he pointed his gun at Yang Ying, "Xiaoying, you are 23 years old, why are you still like a child? These low-level people are of very low quality, and they will ...... at every turn."

"Your daughter is sick. Du Qingyun said a cold word, which stunned several people.

The woman glared and pulled Yang Yao behind her, "You are sick, poor." ”

Shaking his head and smiling, he didn't answer again, believe it or not, let them go.

"Okay, Aunt Lin, I know my affairs very well, you better accompany Yang Wanli more. Yang Ying frowned and glanced at Du Qingyun, believing that he should not tell a lie.

"You...... Uneducated, he's your father. ”

Yang Ying didn't have time to talk to her stepmother, and told Yang Yao to push her back to the house quickly.

Du Qingyun knew that the woman named Aunt Lin was Yang Ying's stepmother, and the beautiful girl Yang Yao was her half-sister.

Seeing that they had all dispersed, he began to investigate everywhere, but after searching all morning, he did not find the slightest trace of the Poison Underworld Sect.

There is no hurry in this matter, you have to take your time, but the other party has been hiding in secret, which makes people feel very uneasy after all.

Afternoon.

An old man who was close to his sixtieth birthday walked into the villa and sat in the living room.

This person is a personal doctor invited by Yang Ying's stepmother, Zhang Ping, a medical professor at Peking University.

For this person, Du Qingyun also investigated, the person is not bad, and the means are a little, but compared to him, it is still not good, and it is okay to treat minor diseases, but the water of the Yang family is too muddy, and it is not something that such an old man can wade.

When Yang Ying was pushed down in the living room, her ruddy face was full of energy, and Zhang Ping, who was watching, happily touched her goatee, "Look, with the method I gave, I will definitely recover, what is it, the matter of my legs, I believe I will be able to think of a way soon." ”

"Professor, thank you in advance for giving me a lot of thought, but my illness was cured by this pharmacist. As she spoke, Yang Ying pointed to Du Qingyun, who was sitting on the opposite side, "He is a master, and a pair of medicines almost cured me." ”

Du Qingyun smiled, he didn't pick up, but sometimes it is not that silence can avoid trouble.

Professor Zhang wiped the one-centimeter-thick lenses, just glanced at him lightly, and sighed contemptuously, "What famous doctor doesn't have gray hair? How can such a young hairy child cure your illness, are you kidding with the old man?" he paused and chuckled twice, "It must be that when my medicine was working, I was accidentally bumped into by this kid." ”

Just playing? really can buckle the top hat, and he's a guy who sells his reputation.

"You haven't taken your medicine for three days. Yang Ying said lightly.

"Hu, nonsense, my little apprentice can sweep him ten streets. Professor Zhang lifted his glasses, and then his eyes lit up, "By the way, he must have given you some kind of psychotropic drug, that is, the kind that will cause dependence if you use too much, Miss Yang, you must not use it again, it is better to take advantage of your good health now, and hurry up to surgery." ”

Just said that the medicine worked, and now he is trying to persuade people to operate? Du Qingyun almost didn't squirt out the tea in his mouth, and he really had never seen such a cheeky person, and he didn't blush when he fooled people.

Turning around, these so-called experts and professors are all the way, and they can't tolerate any other sand in their eyes except themselves.

"Dare to ask who your apprentice is?"

"Hu family, Hu Sun. Professor Zhang stroked his beard lightly, looking proud, and seemed very satisfied with this so-called little apprentice.

"Hu Sun?" Du Qingyun's eyes suddenly became weird, and his face was disgusted, "No wonder the farts are all the same smelly, and there is no level." ”

When Professor Zhang heard this, his dentures were about to fall out, and he blew his beard and patted the case, "You, hairy boy, dare to try your medicine skills with my little apprentice?"

"No, don't, it's really not that necessary. ”

"What, scared?"

"You misunderstood again, I've seen his little catty two, I believe it's similar to you, Muyu has a brain. Speaking of Hu Sun, Du Qingyun shook his head again and again, "I made a bet with him, within three days, I will let Yang Ying stand up, and he actually agreed, do you think he is stupid?"

Professor Zhang almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and let Yang Ying stand up in three days? He didn't dare to boast about Haikou like this, this kid in front of him was clearly doomed, and he dug a fire pit for himself to jump.

"Don't laugh at me, okay?" Yang Ying's leg nerves have been severely damaged, and it is impossible to stand up. ”

"So, you two masters and apprentices are only half a catty of eight taels. Du Qingyun really didn't understand how a person of this level could become a professor, "You better retire to save the danger to the Quartet." ”

"Hmph, don't brag, if you can really cure Yang Ying in three days, I will give you my title of professor at Beizhi University. Professor Zhang was really angry, and glared at Du Qingyun with red eyes, "But if you can't cure Yang Ying's leg in three days, I will let you get out of Jiang City with great glory." After finishing speaking, he left the Yang family angrily.

"Some people really don't hit the south wall and don't look back, and they don't shed tears when they don't see the coffin. Du Qingyun shook his head and sighed lightly, but his eyes were full of confidence.

Seeing this, Yang Ying snorted and laughed, feeling that this guy's mouth was really unpumping, and she was angry with whoever was arrested, but she was full of trust in Du Qingyun, hoping that she could really cure herself, so as not to go to the operating table and suffer those few knives.

"Let's go, let's start giving you acupuncture from now on, and let these two know what real medical skills are in three days." He got up from the sofa and pushed Yang Ying into the bedroom on the second floor, and he spread out the silver needle for his own use and put it on the bedside table.

The length and thickness of the silver needles are different, and he knows what to use when he should pierce them.

Seeing these silver needles, Yang Ying almost didn't jump out of her heart, she couldn't imagine the feeling of being pierced on her body, but in the next second, she really realized it.

According to Du Qingyun's meaning, she had already changed into a snow-colored short skirt, revealing her two tender thighs when she lay flat on the bed.

"Don't worry, it's okay. Du Qingyun first massaged it up with his fingers, inhaled secretly between clicks, and a trace of true qi soaked into Yang Ying's acupuncture points along the place where he moved.

Although the two legs didn't feel anything, the mental effect still existed, and being moved by a man like this, Yang Yingqiao's face quietly blushed, and she was a little shy.

knew that she was curing the disease, but she still inevitably felt a little strange in her heart.

"I'm starting to get needles, and if it hurts, I'll say it. ”

"Huh?"

Without giving Yang Ying the slightest chance to object, Du Qingyun picked up the silver needle in his hand, only to see the silver light flickering, the technique was as fast as lightning, and in an instant, Yang Ying's thighs were covered with silver needles.

Her body tensed, and just by looking at it, Yang Ying's face turned pale with fear, but fortunately she closed her eyes and stopped looking.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, Du Qingyun breathed a little shorter, it was not so easy to get a needle, each needle contained his masculine true energy, which was very energy-consuming.

"There is still one last ......" Du Qingyun suddenly held the needle and pierced Yang Ying Tianling.

The last stitch, and most importantly, caused True Qi to pour into her brain, activating the veins that connect her thighs.

With acupuncture points as pulses, constantly impacting every nerve, so that they who have been sleeping for many years begin to recover under this impact, plus the assistance of Du Qingyun's true qi, three days is enough.

"You ......" Yang Ying's closed eyes opened suddenly, and before she could scream, she tilted her head and passed out in the next second.

The next thing was to collect the needle, and he looked at the person on the bed and sighed softly, what kind of sin did such a beautiful woman create, and she would encounter so many sins.

"As long as I am here, no one will be able to hurt you in the ...... in the future"

Wiping off the beads of sweat on his head, Du Qingyun once again transported his true qi to Yang Ying to collect the needle.

After repeating this several times, although Yang Ying's legs could not move, she was already conscious, and it would no longer hurt to pinch them casually like before.

In the next few days, Du Qingyun did not disappoint Yang Ying, not only treated her unconscious legs with acupuncture, but also continued to use medicine to expel the residual poison of 100 days of turbidity for her.

From the process of acupuncture, Yang Ying saw hope, and Du Qingyun could be said to have been busy from morning to night, always by her side.

When the pendulum turned, the sun rose from the sky three days later, and Du Qingyun also began to pull out the needle for the last time.

After half an hour of hard work, nearly 100 silver needles were pulled out.

There were not only two people in the room, but also her stepmother and half-sister.

At this time, everyone tensed their nerves, except for the stepmother, Aunt Lin, who looked disdainful, as if she was waiting to see the joke.

"Can it be cured in this way? Why do so many doctors, why don't they all go home and grow vegetables." Aunt Lin, the stepmother, sneered in a low voice.

The room was very quiet, Du Qingyun nodded solemnly to Yang Ying, "Give it a try, see if you can get out of bed by yourself, don't be in a hurry, take your time, and believe in yourself." ”