Not maybe, but definitely.
Zhao Huai's hand slowly reached for the knife at his waist as he walked towards Mo Ruo.
However, when Mo Ruo's gaze moved away from Zhao Qing's neck and continued to administer the needles as if nothing had happened, Zhao Huai moved his hand away from the sword at his waist.
In no time at all, dozens of silver needles had been inserted into Zhao Qing's acupuncture points.
"The needles can be pulled out in two hours."
Mo Ruo was sweating profusely. He poured himself a cup of water and gulped it down.
Zhao Huai asked, "How was it?"
"Don't worry. Everything will be fine once you wake up."
"Completely recovered?"
"Dream on!" Mo Ruo sneered and put down the cup in his hand. "This is a long-term task. I encountered a similar illness two years ago. The only way to deal with it is also very simple. Force out the other personality in his heart, then destroy it one by one."
"How do I break it?"
"That depends on what the weakness of that personality is. As long as we grasp the weakness and break it, and then give it long-term acupuncture, it will be fine in a year and a half."
Zhao Huai didn't really understand.
"When the time comes, send him to Lu An Temple in South Sun City."
"Lu An Temple?"
"Since you said five days, I will try my best to cure him within these five days. But after five days, we will leave, and he will need acupuncture all year round. You can't keep me here or let him leave with us, can you? Lu An Temple's Abbot Ling Zhou has done a lot of research on acupuncture. Send him there with my letter, and Abbot Ling Zhou will perform acupuncture on him. Moreover, Lu An Temple is a good place for recuperation. "
Zhao Huai thought about it and nodded.
Mo Ruo also tidied up and left the house.
At this moment!
Ji Yunshu followed Mo Ruo's instructions. She crushed the required herbs one by one and applied it to Jing Rong's wound.
His arms were bare and his upper body was bare as he sat upright and still.
As Ji Yunshu applied the ointment on his wound, she felt a lump in her throat.
"Did you get hurt in that forest?"
"Yes."
"Mo Ruo didn't say anything when he came to find me."
"He knows I don't want you to worry."
She bit her lips and endured the uncomfortable feeling in her heart.
When the medicine was ready, she carefully helped Jing Rong put on his clothes.
Jing Rong held her hand. "You've indeed gained a lot of weight."
F * ck!
Ji Yunshu retracted her hand and sighed, "Wei Yi and I were the ones who were trapped, but you came in without even realizing it. Moreover, no matter how powerful Mo Ruo is, he won't be able to cure Zhao Qing's illness within five days."
"Why are you so worried? It doesn't matter if you're dead or alive. With this king by your side, even if you go to hell, you'll have someone to talk to."
"You're still talking nonsense."
Jing Rong smiled.
Shi Ziran, who was leaning against the door, glanced at the two of them, then crossed his arms in front of his chest with a smile on his lips. He said leisurely, "Looks like Your Highness has recovered from your injuries."
Jing Rong picked up the teapot on the table and threw it at him.
Catch it!
Shi Ziran played with it in his hands and even tossed it a few times.
"Did I say something wrong? When Wangye sees Wangfei, any injury will be healed. "
Jing Rong was very satisfied with the word 'Princess'.
"That's right. After seeing this Prince's Princess, his injuries healed."
"Then why did Your Highness throw me away?"
Shi Ziran pursed his lips.
Ji Yunshu looked at him curiously. Who was this person?
She didn't see such a person in the group that left the capital!
Jing Rong probably saw through Ji Yunshu's confusion and explained, "He is Zijin's eldest brother. He grew up by my side. He went up the mountain for a vegetarian diet and only returned yesterday."
Ji Yunshu nodded.
Shi Ziran's lips curled into a smile, then he squinted his eyes in confusion, "I don't understand. Why would a dignified prince agree to such an absurd request to stay here for five days? Isn't that the same as confinement? Wouldn't it be better to kill their way out? Besides, don't we still have the three thousand troops from Jingzhou? So what if there are traps in a small Gaoshan Gang? "
Jing Rong retorted, "If you say another word, I'll have Zijin sew your mouth."
"Did I say something wrong?" He was puzzled, "It's just a mountain bandit lair. The imperial court has ignored them for many years. If Your Highness can exterminate them this time, you'll be able to claim credit in front of His Majesty."
Just thinking about it made him feel satisfied.
When that time comes, he could follow his Highness and live a good life.
Who knew …
Jing Rong said, "The courage of a reckless man."
"The three thousand troops were borrowed just in case. But looking at the current situation, there's no need to take such a risk. Yunshu and Mo Ruo are right. This Prince was too impulsive before. If I really led the troops to attack the mountain, the consequences would be unimaginable."
When Shi Ziran heard this, he thought about it and shut his mouth.
Ji Yunshu glanced at him and stood up.
"I'll go brew some medicine for you first."
Jing Rong said, "Let Zijin go."
"Why would she know how to brew medicine? I'll go. "
Thus, she took the medicine and the blood-stained cloth on the table and left.
Outside, Shi Zijin stood in the courtyard, vigilantly watching her surroundings.
Wei Yi was squatting on the stone steps, fiddling with something in his hands. His head was hung low, looking depressed.
Ji Yunshu walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
No answer.
"Unhappy?"
No answer.
"Wei Yi."
Still no answer.
Ji Yunshu squatted down and reached out to touch him, but he turned away.
"Ever since Shu 'er had Brother Jing, she ignored me."
There was a hint of grievance in his voice.
So it was because of this.
Ji Yunshu tugged at the corner of his robe. "How could I ignore you? You saw it too, Brother Jing is injured. "
"I know."
"Then why are you angry?"
"I …"
That's right! Jing Rong was injured, and Ji Yunshu helped him bandage it. Why was he angry?
There was no need!
He rolled his eyes. After thinking for a while, he said, "Then I'm not angry."
The corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
"You're really not angry anymore?"
"Yes."
He nodded heavily.
Ji Yunshu stood up. "Then you stay here. I'll go brew the medicine."
"Oh."
He obediently agreed.
When Ji Yunshu went to brew the medicine, Shi Zijin followed behind her.
She was in the kitchen, and Shi Zijin was guarding outside. She didn't look away, afraid that something might happen to her.
After brewing the medicine, Ji Yunshu carried it back. On her way back, she met two bandits holding something wrapped in white cloth.
They were in a hurry and bumped into Ji Yunshu's shoulder. Half of the medicine in her hand spilled on the white cloth.
Ouch!
The two bandits loosened their grip, and the thing fell to the ground.
It turned out to be Jiu 'er's skeleton. Most of it was broken and crumpled together.
The spilled medicine seeped through the white cloth and stained the broken bones.
Ji Yunshu took a look. Her eyes narrowed, and her heart trembled.
Her mind buzzed.
The two bandits hurriedly picked up the pile of bones and left in a hurry.
Ji Yunshu stood there for a long time, then turned around and went back.
Her footsteps became faster and faster …
When she entered the house, Mo Ruo and Jing Rong were sitting inside.
Both of them had grave expressions.
Ji Yunshu choked on her words for a while. She said with a surprised expression, "I think, I might have made a mistake."
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