When she arrived at the room, Dong Wusheng asked Madara to push her to the table, she picked out a few from the pile of bottles and cans on the table, took out a small cyan ding, took out a spirit stone, opened the lid of the tripod and put it in, the spirit stone dissolved into it almost instantly, and a light cyan flame began to burn in the ding.

After doing this, Dong Wusheng covered his mouth, intermittently explained some pharmacology to Madara, and then taught him how to refine medicine hand in hand.

Occasionally, when she really coughed badly, she would pour enough of the herbs she needed into the palm of her hand, then handed it to Madara, and pointed to the medicine pod and motioned for him to add it.

The herbs slowly crumbled into powder under the scorching of the cyan flame and blended together. Madara followed Dong Wusheng's instructions and added a certain batch of dew from her little by little.

This dew evaporates into a dense mist when it encounters fire, gathers in the ding, and does not escape, and gradually fuses with the medicinal powder to form a round pill over time.

After refining the pill, Dong Wusheng took one and took it, and after a while, his breath was much smoother.

"Success?"

Madara breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Dong Wusheng's changes.

Dong Wusheng nodded and patted him on the shoulder, even if it was for sure.

Then she took a piece of paper, took a pen and wrote a prescription, and when she was done, she handed the prescription to Madara, "Have you memorized the process just now?"

"Remembered. ”

"Okay, then follow this recipe and refine it again. ”

After another tripod was refined, Dong Wusheng took it again, and then improved the recipe to let Madara refine it again.

After refining five or six tripods repeatedly, Dong Wusheng finalized the final prescription.

Looking out of the window, the sun had set, and the sky was grayish-blue.

Seeing that Dong Wusheng was pushing a wheelchair to go out, Madara took the prescription and stopped her, "Sister, I know the way, I'll go, you go eat something and rest early." ”

Dong Wusheng didn't refuse, gave the prescription to Madara, and just ate something at random and lay down.

Coming back from Hathaway, Madara is still a little worried and wants to go see Dong Wusheng.

Before he reached the door, he heard a cough inside the door, mixed with a few cat meows.

This recipe lacks a medicine, and after all, it can only be alleviated and reduced, and it is difficult to eradicate.

And the medicine is not so quick to work thoroughly.

Madara stood in the doorway for a moment, but couldn't help but push the door in.

The lights in the room were out, and Dong Wusheng was lying on his side on the bed with his back to the door, his shoulders swaying from coughing from time to time.

Five cats snuggled up in her arms, and when they saw someone coming in, the orange cat jumped out of bed, ran to his lap and gently bit his trouser leg.

Madara walked to the side of the bed, intending to see Dong Wusheng's condition, but as soon as he touched Dong Wusheng's arm, he found that her body was terrifyingly hot.

"Sister?"

Madara was startled and gently nudged Dong Wusheng's shoulder. Dong Wusheng heard the voice, opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw him, he seemed to react for a while before remembering what the situation was now.

"Huh?"

Dong Wusheng snorted softly and squinted at him slightly.

"Sister, you seem to have a fever......"

Dong Wusheng turned over, lay on his back on the bed, closed his eyes and touched his forehead, probably coughing too much, his voice was a little hoarse, "Hmm...... Help me get my clothes. ”

She probably fell asleep in bed, not even taking off her mask.

Madara took the coat that hung on a chair next to him, took the medicine from his pocket, poured one out and handed it to her.

Dong Wusheng took the medicine and turned over to face him, and the little white cat got into her arms, stretched out her pink tongue and licked her chin gently.

Madara reached over and wanted to help Dong Wusheng take off the mask, as soon as his hand touched the mask, Dong Wusheng reached out and pressed the corner of the mask, his eyes were still closed, and his voice was heavy sleepy, "Don't look at it, child...... Scary. ”

"I'm not afraid, I'll help you take off your mask, sister?"

Dong Wusheng didn't let go, but she didn't have much strength in her hand, and Madara gently pushed her hand away and took off the mask.

I've seen it from afar once before, but it's still different when I see it up close.

This was obviously not caused by a foreign injury, the skin was open, but not a trace of blood flowed out.

Madara recalled Watson's words and frowned slightly.

Is it a curse?

Without the cover of the mask, the little white cat rubbed the scars on Dong Wusheng's face, and Madara saw Dong Wusheng's shoulder shake unconsciously, and then frowned and pressed the little white cat's head back into his arms and hugged it, and at the same time moved his face away a little.

"Sister, is the wound painful?"

"Hmmm......"

Dong Wusheng didn't know whether he was awake or confused, and after answering vaguely, he suddenly buried his head in the quilt, and after a few movements in the quilt, the whole person disappeared into the quilt.

Madara knew what this action meant, probably because he was annoyed.

Madara: "......"

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When Dong Wusheng woke up the next morning, he saw Madara lying asleep by the bed.

She sat up and pinched her eyebrows a little dazedly.

When did she fall asleep last night?

The memory of last night stuck in her mind in fits and starts, and she recalled it for a moment, not remembering exactly what had happened.

Waiting for Dong Wusheng to get out of bed and put on his coat and mask, Madara just woke up.

"Good morning, sis. ”

Madara sat up and rubbed his eyes, revealing a sleepy-eyed smile.

"Early. ”

Dong Wusheng patted him on the shoulder.

Seeing the mask on Dong Wusheng's face, Madara recalled what happened last night, and he didn't think about finding a better time or anything, so when he remembered it, he asked directly, "Sister, what's the matter with the injury on your face?"

Dong Wusheng raised his eyebrows, raised his eyebrows, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and his fingers only touched the cold mask.

She lowered her hand and shrugged her shoulders, "It's nothing, let's go eat." ”

"I don't have to eat now. ”

Madara stood up and pushed the wheelchair in front of Dong Wusheng.

"Oh, yes. ”

Dong Wusheng nodded and sat in, "Then go and practice your own, I'll come over after eating in a while." ”

Madara pushed Dong Wusheng out and spoke again, "Sister, is the injury on your face a curse?"

"Cursed?"

Dong Wusheng laughed, "Why do you think so?"

"Because it doesn't look like a traumatic ......"

Dong Wusheng nodded knowingly, "You took off the mask for me last night?"

"Hmm. ”

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid," Madara shook his head, then emphasized his question, "Sister, you haven't answered me yet, don't change the subject." ”

Dong Wusheng: "......"

This kid is so annoying.

"Of course it's not a curse," Dong Wusheng's tone was light, even a little contemptuous, "A curse is useless to your mother." ”

"Why?"

Dong Wusheng's determined attitude aroused Madara's curiosity.

"This kind of spell that is purely driven by people's evil thoughts is the most vulnerable," Dong Wusheng glanced up at Madara, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Do you want to learn how to crack it?"

"Yes!"

Madara nodded hurriedly.

"Okay," Dong Wusheng agreed, and his tone was flat and natural to lead the topic to the basic principles of spells, and as he spoke, the corners of his mouth behind the mask hooked.

Isn't it just a child?

Can't cure him anymore?