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The old nun is indeed true: last night, Bai Ruxue was indeed suspended in the air and hidden at the bottom of the bridge of no return.

But the old nun couldn't count it anyway: Bai Ruxue, who jumped off the bridge with a mortal heart, was saved by a hand stretched out from the bottom of the bridge. That hand was precise and powerful, fast as lightning, and the moment she jumped out of the guardrail of the bridge and fell to the bottom of the bridge, it was like a telekinesis, grabbing her outstretched wrist and pulling her into the bottom of the bridge in an instant. Because of the excessive force, and touching Bai Ruxue's ribs that had been broken by Lao Dao before, Bai Ruxue couldn't help but scream "Ah---" and fainted due to the huge pain.

Before she lost consciousness, she seemed to hear the person who rescued her whisper: "Don't make a sound, I'm here to help you......"

When she woke up again, she found Kazuo lying on a pile of hay in the cave. She subconsciously touched her whole body, there was nothing unusual, except for internal injuries and some faint pain, she was still alive, alive intact.

She looked around again, and there was no one but her.

She got up, took out a small porcelain bottle containing the "Guigu Divine Pill" from her arms, poured out one grain, and swallowed it with saliva in her mouth......

Feeling better, she walked towards the cave not far away. She guessed that the person who saved her must be outside the cave. She also wanted to know where she was.

"Who saved me, and what is he doing?" she couldn't help but think, she didn't want to.

As she was about to get out of the cave, she saw a man on the right side of the cave aisle, leaning his head sideways against a stalactite, as if asleep.

There is no need to think or guess, Bai Ruxue can be sure that the person who appears here and now must be his savior.

"Hey--- friend, wake up!" Bai Ruxue shouted.

A few more shouts, but no response.

Bai Ruxue felt a little wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to probe his snort and heartbeat.

The breath is slight, as if there is nothing or not; The heart beats at a stalled and uneven rate.

Then check the pulse.

The pulse phase is disordered, the blood pressure in the body is high and low, and the true qi is strong and weak.

and behold, his face was dull and dark.

Bai Ruxue has the true inheritance of his father, and his medical roots are deep, and he knows that this person is highly poisonous, extremely critical, and his life is hanging by a thread. She didn't dare to delay, she was powerless and too late to move him who was moderate but as strong as an ox to another place, so she had to save people on the spot.

She took out three or four small porcelain bottles of different colors from her bosom and put them on the ground, picked out a white bottle and put it aside, knelt down on one knee, rested his head on her other thigh, broke his mouth with one hand, picked up the white bottle on the ground with the other hand, bit the cork of the bottle with her teeth, ---spit it on the ground, and poured all the water in the vial into his open mouth. It is the unique "dumb water of the gods" in the "Ghost Valley" medicine village, which can cure any strange poison in the world.

At this time, she noticed that his left back shoulder blade had been soaked black with blood, which was obviously the location of the external injury.

She used her knife to cut through his shoulder blades, which had been pierced by poison darts, scraped off the black blood scabs from the wounds with the blade, and then used the tip of her knife to remove some carrion that had been poisoned by the darts...... Then, he picked up a green bottle from the ground, uncorked it, and with the jade hairpin on his head, picked out the black ointment in the bottle, and applied it to his wound.

In a moment, his wound turned from jet black to deep red.

His face slowly changed from dull and black to red and yellow, and then gradually turned into a healthy color of white and red.

It sounded like his breathing was strong and regular, too. He muttered something in his mouth: "...... I haven't forgotten...... Sangwu...... Mr. Zhou...... Bee needle ......" as if talking in a dream.

She had collected the bottles on the floor, and dragged him laboriously to the haystack in the hole where she had slept before.

Feeling a little hungry and thirsty, she thought about going outside the cave to find something to eat and drink.