The female pharmacist felt the demon queen on the side urging her with her gaze, and she gritted her teeth and walked straight up.

It's just that when she saw Song Yizhi's terrible wound, she was a little at a loss.

Song Yizhi closed his eyes, and his light voice was dry and hoarse, "The meridians are broken, the dantian is broken, what else do you want to know?" ”

Feng Canglin and Song Luo's complexions changed in an instant, and their expressions were almost identical with astonishment, shock, chagrin, and remorse.

They had thought that the branches would definitely not be lightly injured, but they did not think that the branches would be so badly injured.

The female pharmacist was forced to take a few steps back by this fluttering sentence, and she was unreasonably frightened in her heart, knelt on the ground and spoke, "Your Royal Highness the princess forgives her sins!" ”

"Get out." Song Yizhi's voice became lighter and thinner, like a fire in the cold wind that would be blown out at any time.

The female pharmacist got up and quickly turned to leave.

Song Luo walked up, she took out the porcelain vase and put it next to the bed, her voice was much softer and cautious, "Zhizhi, let's deal with the trauma first." ”

Looking at the narrow wound on Song Yizhi's face that was sunken from his temple to his jaw, Song Luo's straight back suddenly bent a lot.

Compared to the deep wounds on her body, the wound on her face was already very light.

Song Yizhi didn't make a sound, but his breath was weaker.

Song Luo wanted to deal with Song Yizhi's injuries forcefully, but looking at her daughter who was covered in injuries and lifeless, she really didn't dare.

There was a stalemate in the hall.

Rong Yueyuan turned around and walked in with long legs across the threshold.

Rong Yueyuan walked over and gestured to Song Luo, then walked past her and walked straight to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"Zhizhi, these external injuries can't be left untreated." Rong Yueyuan's warm and peaceful voice sounded.

"No......" Song Yizhi doesn't want to see anyone now, she just wants to be alone for a while.

Rong Yueyuan deliberately misinterpreted Song Yizhi's meaning, "Don't want the Great Elder to help you deal with your wounds?" Okay, then I'll do it. ”

Song is tied with branches.

"You get out." The light and fluttering sound was mixed with some fire.

Rong Yueyuan took out a porcelain bottle that could be used and stacked it on the edge of the bed, and his tone was still so gentle, "I will roll after treating the wound." ”

Song Yizhi didn't speak again, but compared to the previous weakness, her current aura fluctuated a lot.

Although he may have been angry by Rong Yueyuan's two words, he breathed a lot stronger.

Song Luo looked at Rong Yueyuan, who could hold her daughter, and turned around and went out after a moment of silence.

Looking at Feng Canglin, who was standing motionless at the entrance of the inner hall, Song Luo easily pulled the person away.

Outside the temple.

Seeing the pharmacist kneeling on the ground, Song Luo waved his hand, "Don't kneel up, go and prepare some medicine and send it over." ”

The pharmacist raised his hand and bent down on his heart, "The demon queen is serious, and the minister will go to dispense medicine." ”

After the pharmacist left, the high priest and Yuan Xu looked at the couple who didn't look very good, and were silent.

They heard the movement in the temple.

The dantian is shattered, and the meridians are broken.

The fluttering eight words directly broke Song Yizhi's arrogance and broke her future.

"Let's disperse first." Feng Canglin's voice revealed tiredness and weakness.

He didn't have the strength to settle accounts with Rong Yueyuan now, he just wanted to go to the library to flip through the ancient books and see if there was a way to repair the broken meridians and broken dantian.

A few people outside the hall dispersed, and Rong Yueyuan in the hall was holding a short knife to remove the charred flesh from Song Yizhi's wound.

The right hand that had never trembled with the sword trembled a little at this moment, and Rong Yueyuan had to stop and adjust before he dared to continue to remove the charred flesh.

……

After taking the medicine, Song Yizhi had already fallen asleep, her body was wrapped with strips of white cloth, and even a white cloth covered half of her face.

There was a strong smell of medicine in the hall mixed with the smell of blood.

Rong Yueyuan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was also a little embarrassed.

He looked down at his right hand, which couldn't stop trembling, and raised his left hand to hold his right hand.

After a pause, Rong Yueyuan stretched out his hand and pulled the thin quilt over Song Yizhi to cover it.

The dantian was shattered, but it was impossible to cultivate, but the meridians were broken...... It sounds like the dantian is shattered, it will only make the branches unable to cultivate.

But in fact, the broken meridians made her limbs useless, and she changed from a lively little girl to a person who needed to be taken care of all the time... Wreck.

Compared to not being able to cultivate, this should be the reason why she can't accept it and is unwilling to face the Great Elders.

It is imperative to repair those broken meridians.

While Song Yizhi was asleep, Rong Yueyuan gathered a trace of spiritual power and submerged into her body.

When Rong Yueyuan saw those meridians in Song Yizhi's body, he was still shocked.

After thinking about it for a long time, Rong Yueyuan felt that the word devastation was the most appropriate to describe Song Yizhi's meridians.

Retracting his spiritual power, Rong Yueyuan took out the communication charm to contact Ye Lonely.

When Ye Lonely listened to Rong Yueyuan's description, he was silent.

"If it is really as you say, the meridians are broken one by one, I may not be sure that they will be repaired, and besides, are you sure that the person is still alive?" The solemn voice of the night loneliness came.

The meridians are broken, such a serious injury, is the person really still alive?

Rong Yueyuan glanced down at Song Yizhi, and saw that she was breathing smoothly but she was not sleeping steadily, so she opened her mouth to answer the words of Ye Lonely, "Alive." ”

Ye Lonely spoke, "You hurry up and bring people to the Medicine King Valley now, I have to see it with my own eyes." ”

can make Rong Yueyuan open his mouth to ask himself, that person should be very important to him.

In the end, there will be deviations in the air description, and only when you see it with your own eyes can you prescribe the right medicine.

"Not yet." Rong Yueyuan said softly.

The night was lonely and choked.

Rong Yueyuan opened his mouth and said, "I'll come in two days." ”

Ye Lonely knew what Rong Yueyuan's temper was, and he couldn't force Rong Yueyuan to come over now, he could only speak, "Okay, but you have to be mentally prepared, my certainty will only get lower and lower every day of delay." ”

Rong Yueyuan responded.

After finishing the chat, Rong Yueyuan cleaned up the hall, and then he pushed open the window to disperse the smell of blood and medicine in the hall.

Song Yizhi's sleep was not sound, and seriously speaking, it was not sleep, but her body had reached the critical point of collapse, and she had to repair her body by sleeping.

Song Yizhi, who was awakened by the pain, wanted to raise her hand, but she couldn't lift her hand at all because of the broken meridians, but the wound was torn by muscle force.

Once again, he confirmed that he had become a waste again, and Song Yizhi's mood was extremely bad.

Rong Yueyuan heard a change in his breathing and walked in from outside.

Seeing Song Yizhi's somewhat gloomy look, he slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and then gently pressed Song Yizhi's hand through the quilt.

"I've only slept for two hours, do you want to sleep again?" A gentle voice rang out.

"Get out." Song Yizhi's voice was a little hoarse, and his cold tone seemed to be condensed with ice.

Rong Yueyuan ignored Song Yizhi's horizontal eyebrows and coldly replied, his voice was still gentle and gentle, "I'll help you up, it may hurt a little bit to the wound, you bear with it." ”

As he spoke, Rong Yueyuan reached out and passed under the pillow and dragged Song Yizhi's shoulder and neck, and he carefully helped the person up.

Song Yizhi was about to speak, and his lips pressed against a cup.

(End of chapter)