Could it be that Song Yihuan's blood has no effect on Chu Shuolan's poison, or is it mutually restrictive?

Qi Shu slowly stopped.

Ming En was in a hurry, seeing his son-in-law with his back to everyone, he didn't even have a chance to come forward to wipe his face, so he could only stand in the room sweating profusely.

"I see!"

Suddenly, Qi Shu shouted.

He quickly walked to the bed, forcefully broke Chu Shuolan's hand, and felt his abnormal pulse.

As the pulse beat from between his fingers, Qi Shu's face softened a lot.

He guessed well, Chu Shuolan may not be able to adapt to Song Yihuan's blood all of a sudden.

It's like a person swallowing ten sticks of ginseng, and the body can't bear it at all.

Chu Shuolan did not have poisonous hair, but his pulse was very disordered, and his body did not have the weakness of poisonous hair, and it was accompanied by strong heartache.

All kinds of phenomena show that his body can't accept Song Yihuan's blood all of a sudden, the other party's blood is good medicine, but it's a pity that it's too much to make up.

If Chu Shuolan wanted to use Song Yihuan's blood, maybe it would take a slow process.

In short, it will not be a direct swallowing method.

Qi Shu let go of Chu Shuolan's hand, turned to Ming En and said, "You come with me!" ”

He strode out of the dormitory, his steps swift and windy.

Ming En's reaction was half a beat slow, and only after Qi Shu lifted the curtain of the door did he raise his heel.

In addition to Chu Shuolan curled up on the bed, there was only the royal shadow guard kneeling on the ground in the bedroom.

In the quiet room, only Chu Shuolan's rapid breathing was obvious, and there was no other sound.

Time passes imperceptibly.

Maybe it was half a pillar of incense time, maybe it was faster, Qi Shu and Ming En hurried back again.

Qi Shu held a small bowl with a black-brown decoction in the bowl, while Ming En held a handful of herbs in his hands.

The two of them walked to the bed.

"Chu Shuolan, can you still get up and drink the medicine first?"

Qi Shu looked at Chu Shuolan, who was still facing away from everyone, and asked in a low voice.

Chu Shuolan, who had his back to him, let out a low sound of pain from his mouth.

He heard Qi Shu's words, but when he moved all over his body, it hurt as if his muscles and veins were broken.

Seeing him like this, Qi Shu took the medicine bowl in his hand and sat on the edge of the bed.

He said to Long San, who was kneeling in front of the bed: "You, help him up!" ”

Hearing this, Long San raised his head and glanced at Qi Shu lightly.

His gaze seemed calm, but it was so deep that it was a little stressful.

Qi Shu couldn't care about these at this time, he only knew that he had to quickly pour the medicine for Chu Shuolan, otherwise the other party would die of pain.

"Hurry up, otherwise your master can only die of pain, and he must drink medicine now!"

Long San got up and came to the bed, he knew that the young master didn't want people to see his embarrassed appearance, so he put down the bed tent first.

After blocking the view of the room, Ryuzo approached the bed and stretched out his hands to support the young master who was curled up on the bed, and he used some strength in his hands to make it impossible to resist.

After Chu Shuolan was turned around, his red eyes stared at Qi Shu who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I know you don't want to see me, you drink this medicine, and I will disappear in front of your eyes for a while."

Qi Shu sent the bowl containing the decoction in his hand to Chu Shuolan's mouth.

The latter bit his lip, lowered his eyes to look at the decoction delivered to him, and opened his mouth slightly.

Qi Shu hurriedly put the medicine bowl to his lips.

Chu Shuolan almost gritted his teeth and drank the medicine, and a third of the decoction was spilled on his clothes.