The two painters themselves thought that Huayu Qiong was messing around, and they were a little unhappy.

But when he saw that with the poisonous blood flowing out, Hua Qi's face was a little better, and the original unhappiness turned into admiration.

Although the old man was blocked by several people, he could also see the black blood flowing into the wooden basin containing hot water.

Although he was very excited in his heart, he just watched quietly, not daring to make the slightest sound, for fear that because of him, Hua Yuqiong would be disturbed.

The old man turned to the sky and knelt down, bent his straight back, and kowtowed a few times silently.

God has eyes, bless my son's life!

Then, the old man got up, secretly wiped the tears from his eyes, and stared at the painting Qi lying on the bed without blinking.

Hua Yuqiong fed Hua Qi a blood pill, which was personally refined by the people of Tianji Dao, naturally it was not an ordinary product, and it melted in the mouth.

Then Hua Yuqiong cut the skin and flesh where the five toxins were located one after another, allowing the poisonous blood to flow out.

Seeing that the blood that flowed out gradually turned into normal blood red, Hua Yuqiong quickly fed Hua Qi a blood pill, and then kneaded a few hemostatic pills into powder and sprinkled them on the five wounds.

After the poisonous blood was almost exhausted, Hua Qi's skin gradually returned to its normal flesh color. It's just that his lips are dry and pale, and his face is a little pale.

Hua Yuqiong fed Hua Qi a few mouthfuls of water, and then fed Hua Qi the Heart Transformation Pill from his mouth.

He turned around and ordered one of the painters to prepare hot water, prescribed another prescription, and ordered another painter to go to the medicine warehouse in the house to grab the medicine.

Waiting for the hot water to evaporate the medicinal properties of the medicinal herbs, Hua Yuqiong asked the two of them to slowly put Hua Qi into the bath barrel that exuded the fragrance of medicine.

The old man looked worriedly, but he could only stand still.

For the first time in my life, I felt useless and might get in the way.

Seeing that Hua Yuqiong was busy, the old man hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Qiong'er, how is the situation?" ”

Hua Yuqiong removed the spiritual power that wrapped her hands, looked at the old man, pinned a strand of hair behind her ear, and said with a smile:

"It's all right, grandpa. Uncle is no longer in a big deal, as long as he insists on taking a medicinal bath for seven days, changing the potion once in the morning, noon and evening, and soaking for half an hour each time. After this medicinal bath, I will give my uncle the Heavenly Spirit Fruit to replenish the aura in his body, so that the aura will work in his body first, and clean up the remaining toxins in his body by itself. ”

The old man nodded again and again, and the smile on his face couldn't be suppressed.

"Okay, good, as long as it's okay! There are not enough herbs, just let them buy them! ”

"Well, I will go out to buy some medicinal herbs on a cloudy day, because every few days I have to prescribe a new prescription according to the condition of my uncle's recovery, and if I only use the same medicine, I am afraid that I will leave a remnant."

Hua Yuqiong saw the red bloodshot eyes of the old man, and said, "Grandpa, you go to sleep first, I will guard here, and nothing will happen." ”

After a pause, she said again: "After seven days, it will be completely fine, but it may take a few more days to recuperate, grandpa can rest assured." ”

The painting master touched the painting Yuqiong's head with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on his slightly wrinkled face.

"Qiong'er has grown up and learned real skills! Invite the master you met to sit in the house another day, and grandpa should thank him! ”

Hua Yuqiong was stunned for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, she remembered who the old man said was the master.

I couldn't help but cry and laugh.

That master was pinched out by her, she hadn't even seen people's faces, how could she know the whereabouts of that master?

But he could only think about it in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "Grandpa, I have only seen that master once, how can that person be mysterious and secretive, how can I let me know his whereabouts?" ”

The old man curled his beard and thought, "That's true, but if you meet one day, you must bring someone to the house for a meal!" ”

"Yes, definitely."

If only I could meet it! What the hell is that!

The old man wanted to stay here, but he was coaxed back to his pavilion by the kind words of the painter.

It was Lan Shao, Mo Ya and the others who were left outside by the old man to guard.

Hua Yu Qiong and the two painting guards guarded Hua Qi in the Qi Yun Pavilion, watching the passage of time.

Half an hour later, Hua Yuqiong ordered the two of them to wipe Hua Qi's body clean with a dry cloth towel and put it on the bed.

Subsequently, Hua Yuqiong used her spiritual power to squeeze the Heavenly Spirit Fruit into juice. With the help of spiritual power, it was sent to Hua Qi's mouth, and he let him drink it little by little, without leaking a drop.

The two people on the side looked at the spiritual power used by their little young master, and their hearts were flooded.

Rao is old man told everyone up and down the mansion about the adventures of the little master, and warned them to keep their mouths shut and not release the slightest news to the outside world.

But at this moment, the two unconsciously glanced at each other, and both took the joy and excitement in each other's eyes.

Their little master is not the waste that those people say they say!

What waste have you ever seen that can cure a poison that even one of the best doctors on the continent can't see?

What waste has you ever seen that can go from an ordinary person without any foundation to the peak of spiritual life in a few days?

It's just that their little master is so ghostly!