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As soon as Linlang clicked on the simulator, she received such a notification.

She sighed softly.

Originally, I wanted to simulate it once and try to inquire about what the situation of the Xie family was.

Now it looks like we have to let it go.

Picking up the kitchen knife, Linlang gritted her teeth, and still gave herself a ruthless hand.

The dripping blood was suddenly drenched on the board, she covered the wound on her hand, casually pulled a strip of cloth and tied it up and rushed straight to the hospital.

Unexpected good luck, Qiubai is here today.

He stood by a cauldron, gurgling at the medicine, and the boiling fluorescent green looked very bad.

Linlang's scalp was numb, but she was still strong and brave enough to step in.

"Aki-sama."

The hospital was empty for some reason today, and there was no one except Qiubai.

Linlang called out hesitantly.

Seeing Qiubai, who seemed to be refining some evil medicine, she turned her face impatiently, her eyes stayed on the conspicuous blood-colored cloth strip on her hand, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

"What's going on?"

"I accidentally cut it while cooking, can you help the slave grab some medicinal herbs?" Linlang said silently away from the pot of soup.

"What do you want this time?" The young man put down the things in his hand, took out a delicate handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his hands, and then walked to the large medicine cabinet.

"The slave wants some intoxicating flowers."

As soon as Linlang's words came out, the young man's eyes sharpened a little, as if an ice pick that could pierce people's hearts, looking straight at her with warning, revealing a sense of majesty and oppression.

"What do you want this for?"

You know, intoxicating flowers are forbidden.

It is forbidden to carry them in the Imperial Palace. Even the hospital must register the quantity and use of the whereabouts.

Linlang had long expected to be suspicious.

But there is no way, the high walls of this palace are not outside, you can have whatever you want.

She removed the strip of cloth, revealing the deep wound that could be seen to the bone, the blood had dried up and blackened, and the finger seemed to break off if it was broken again, and it was terrifying to look at.

"The slave wants to stitch this wound together, so I want to take some intoxicating flowers to relieve pain."

She's so hard.

The intoxicating flower is indeed a good medicine for analgesia, but it is also an old master of coma.

Sure enough, Qiu Bai's face suddenly softened.

"You still know how to stitch up?"

Although the method of suturing wounds is rare, there will always be a few masters in the vast world, and he has traveled in foreign medicine all the year round and has seen a lot of knowledge. So I've heard of it more or less.

After knowing that Linlang was not fooling herself, Qiu Bai finally took a small scale and carefully weighed it for her.

The amount of medicine on it was just right, and it was not fatal.

"Just a little bit of it." Linlang is still modest.

But looking at the pitiful drunken flower on the scale, I felt that my hand hurt.

Sewing is indeed to sew. But that's it, after doing big things, I estimate that I have no anesthesia and toughness.

"Just obsessed with flowers? Nothing else? Qiubai asked after packing the medicine for her.

"Yes, yes, yes! Of course! Linlang waited for his words, and hurriedly recited a recipe for gold sore medicine and mulberry thread.

"It's really good to be able to make yourself like this when you cook." The hand that divided the flowers and willows packed all the medicinal herbs, threw them into her arms, and continued to study the pot of medicine.