Ling Luo couldn't help but sigh softly, summoned a bottle of healing medicine from the black jade space ring, gently placed it on the stone table under the shade of the tree, and then turned to leave.

It's good that you're not dead.

As long as you live, there is hope.

Looking at Ling Luo's back holding on to his injured shoulder and gradually leaving, the ugly slave moved slightly.

He leaned the broom against the tree, stretched out his hand, and picked up the blue porcelain vase on the stone table.

After lifting the lid, a clear medicinal fragrance hits.

The ugly slave was slightly stunned, she ...... Leave yourself with something to save your life again.

Without hesitation, the ugly slave poured out a drop of thick turquoise juice and applied it to his bony arm.

Almost instantly, the horrible bruising ecchymosis disappeared.

What an amazing thing!

The ugly slave's face was crossed with deep joy, that woman, she ......

It's a pity that when I raised my head again, the girl named Ling Luo was gone.

*.*.*.*.*

Ling Luo returned to Qingzhu Garden alone, and in the Xuanzi Pavilion, she took off her coat and revealed her round shoulders.

The place of the collarbone, which has broken and fractured.

The bones were deformedly raised, and there was a large area of fatal bruising and ecchymosis.

Fortunately, the broken bone did not penetrate the lobes of the lungs, which is a blessing in disguise.

If he is like this, he can't be regarded as showing mercy to his subordinates.

She is an alchemist and a healer.

As a qualified healer, the ability to treat similar wounds is still available.

It's just that when a person bandages, it is inevitably a little difficult.

In the past, whenever he was accidentally injured, he helped him bandage himself...... At that time, he always looked very distressed, complaining in his mouth, but very careful in his hands.

As she thought about it as she bandaged herself, the corners of her lips involuntarily hooked up into a small smile.

Laughing and laughing, he was stunned.

-- Someone came into the house.

To be able to appear in her room so quietly, her skill can be seen from this.

Ling Luo frowned, and the alarm bell in his heart was furious.

She quickly put her coat over her shoulders, summoned the Chixiao Sword from the black jade spatial ring, and held it in her hand.

"Whoosh-" There was a loud sound.

The oil lamp in the room went out in an instant.

It was pitch black, and there were no fingers in sight.

"Who?" Ling Luo screamed, but a trace of fear filled his heart.

No one answered her.

Immediately afterward, she felt someone slash at the back of her neck, the action was not violent, but it was not gentle either.

Ling Luo only felt a blackness in front of him, and fainted.

She was completely unconscious......

The next day, in a crisp chicken crow, Ling Luo slowly opened his eyes.

She sat up sharply.

The first thing that came to mind was the scene of being knocked unconscious last night.

Ling Luo's heart tightened, and he looked around.

His own room, his own bed, and even the things in the house have not changed in any way.

What the?

Not a robbery?

She leaned down and felt a tingling in her shoulder.

"Shhhh

Ling Luo's face was tangled, he lowered his head and opened his clothes, only to find that the place where the shoulder fracture had been re-bandaged.

When she fainted...... It's only half bandaged.

Ling Luo's heart was full of doubts, she stood up, walked to the table, and saw that next to the medicine box on the table, there was a porcelain bottle of mutton fat and white jade, on which was carved with gold powder.

Where did such a gorgeous bottle come from?