When Jing Ci took off his clothes, his sturdy upper body was exposed in front of Shen Ling's eyes, she frowned, there was panic in her eyes, in other words, I am afraid that she still wants to be infatuated with a little bit, but now she looks at him in a cold sweat, and she is suddenly full of satisfaction and only worry.

He had unhealed wounds, and he had been holding her for so long, if she hadn't found something unusual, and would have been kept in the dark.

"I'll get you some medicine."

After a pause, she got up, placed him on the bed, and told him with a stern look, "Don't move."

He also had no strength to refute Shen Ling, so he had to say nothing to her.

Shen Ling found the best gold sore medicine that he had stored before, and he didn't know if it was useful, but he also wanted to use a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

She opened the medicine and applied it to his skin, then wrapped it in a cloth to let him recuperate.

But the next situation is not optimistic.

Gold sore medicine is indeed useful, but only for external injuries.

His wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Shen Ling was a little happy, thinking that this medicine was really magical, but before she could be happy for too long, she found that the cold sweat on his body had not improved in the slightest.

"Does it still hurt?"

Shen Ling felt that something was wrong, but he gritted his teeth and endured it silently, "It's okay."

Jing Ci wanted to carry everything on herself, including the wound, and she didn't want to worry about it.

Shen Ling sighed when he saw this, just don't listen to the man's words, even if the person dies, his mouth is still hard.

Thinking of this, she reached out and pulled out his arm, forcibly calling for him.

Only then did he find out that he had only improved his external injuries, but his internal injuries were more serious.

Since the internal injuries could not be healed at once, Shen Ling thought of a conservative treatment method - taking tonics.

Although they had just come to Yancheng, some practical tonics had always been in their bags.

Shen Ling patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "I'll go and decoct the tonic medicine for you, wait."

She was incredibly fast, but when the warm tonic was fed into Jing Xi's mouth, everything changed.

He took a sip of medicine and coughed, but the blood couldn't stop flowing.

It flowed all over his clothes and the side of the bed, so frightened that Shen Ling screamed, and only after desperately calming down did he take something to stop the bleeding for him.

"What's going on?"

Her second monk was puzzled, she had never seen a person who could vomit so much blood after taking tonics, and she hated to have a small basin, even if it was an internal injury, she shouldn't be.

Without waiting for Jing Xi to answer, Shen Ling first cleaned the blood stains on the side of his bed, and became even more helpless in the face of his injuries.

After calming down, Shen Ling figured it out, maybe it was the dragon spirit in his body that protected his body, and the tonic was too hot and conflicted with it.

She was annoyed by her impulsive behavior just now, but before she could think of a foolproof plan again, she saw Jing Xi shiver all over, and then fell into a coma.

Jing Xi's injury can't be healed by others, so he can only come by himself.

Just as Shen Ling wanted to look through the medical skills to seek treatment for him, a familiar figure suddenly appeared.

It's knife nine.

"The Lord is not in good health, I will take him away."

Without waiting for Shen Ling's consent, he came to Jing Xi's bed and wanted to take him away.

He has strong martial arts, and if he is tough, he is not Shen Ling's opponent.

"Where?" Shen Ling was a little anxious, and didn't think that Dao Jiu would definitely be able to heal Jing Xi.

"Go to the spiritual spring to recuperate, the Lord now has too many internal injuries in his body, and only the spiritual spring can alleviate it."

Dao Jiu saw that Jing Ci was in critical condition now, and without waiting for Shen Ling to answer, he wanted to take him away.

"How did you take him?" Shen Ling was anxious, "Even if he can, now that he is in such a bad condition, what if it gets more serious on the road?"

Dao Jiu looked at Shen Ling coldly, pursed his lips and didn't want to answer her question, he only focused on taking Jing Ci away, and continued to help him up.

"Don't take him away." Shen Ling's gaze was firm, and he even moved to stop him

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The reason why she didn't trust Dao Jiu so much was that she felt that her medical skills were better than Lingquan's, and Jing Xi's recovery might come faster.

"Lingquan is the best way to heal the Lord, his life is in danger now, and his internal injuries are more serious than external injuries, if he is not dealt with in time, I am afraid it will be even more difficult to drag on like this!"

Dao Jiu's voice was low, and when she roared, Shen Ling's muscles were even more bruised, but she was not afraid at all, and she could still refute him clearly word for word, "Whether my medical skills can heal people, I know very well, you are not allowed to take him away today."

"Your medical skills can be cured, but it is easy to fall into the root of the disease, and the only way to completely eradicate the disease of the Lord is to soak in the spiritual spring."

Dao Jiu denied Shen Ling's words, but he didn't know that her medical skills also had this effect.

As for whether they could take Jing Ci away, the two quarreled, and no one let anyone, and they couldn't wait to split him in half.

But Shen Ling insisted on not letting him take it away, and Dao Jiu couldn't be rude to her, so he had to tell her slowly with reason.

Shen Ling was even more stubborn than he imagined, and he wouldn't let him take it away anyway.

"If the spiritual spring doesn't work, I'll send the Lord back, okay?" Dao Jiu paused, took a step back, and wanted to use a delaying tactic to get Shen Ling to agree.

But these tricks have long been seen through by her, and she has ruthlessly pierced him, "Really? I'm afraid that if you don't get better at that time, you will also think of other ways instead of sending Jing Xi back."

Dao Jiu, whose mind was pierced, was a little embarrassed and wanted to continue to explain, but a strange light interrupted the conversation between the two.

It's the dragon spirit out of the body.

"Lord." Dao Jiu was stunned for a moment, and immediately knelt down.

The dragon spirit emitted a dazzling strange light, and let out a piercing roar at Dao Jiu, Shen Ling covered his eyes and hid to the side.

When Dao Jiu heard the sound, he shrank back, he didn't dare to make a sound, he lowered his head deeper, and said to Long Ling, "Lord, the little one doesn't dare anymore."

However, no matter how much he begged for forgiveness, Long Ling did not give up until he drove Dao Jiu out of the door, forcing him back and dissuading him.

After Dao Jiu left, the dragon spirit no longer made a sound, but it hadn't flashed away yet.

Shen Ling slowly approached, looking at the strange light emitted by the dragon spirit, and a sense of closeness immediately surged in his heart.

"How is this going to be?" She asked softly, feeling curious, but Jing Xi had been asleep and did not answer, she approached the dragon spirit and was dragged down by him.

She sat down beside Jing Ci, forced to cling to his skin.

Shen Ling only felt that his chest was hot, as if a warm current was transmitted to him.

Within an instant, all the light disappeared in front of her eyes, and she saw that the dragon spirit had returned to Jing Xi's body, and there was a mysterious aura that made the injuries on his body recover a little.

Her chest was still very hot, and she wanted to put it on to relieve it, but she found that her chest was suddenly cold.

This was repeated until her eyes went black and she fainted.