Jiujiu chuckled and got up to cook.
For the next half a month, Qi Ye stayed at the inn to recuperate. When Qi Ye's injuries were almost healed, Jiujiu began to teach Qi Ye martial arts.
If she didn't teach, she wouldn't know.
Even though Qi Ye was like a child in some aspects, he had a talent in martial arts that ordinary people couldn't reach. No matter what move, as long as Jiujiu taught it once, Qi Ye would be able to follow it. When Jiujiu began to teach him internal energy, Jiujiu had a whole new level of respect for him.
Qi Ye was the kind of martial arts genius that could learn everything at once. His internal energy improved by leaps and bounds.
Logically speaking, Qi Ye was so outstanding that his master shouldn't treat him like this.
On this day, after the lesson, Jiujiu asked Qi Ye: "Who is your master?"
Not teaching such a good seedling and instead sending him to die in the desert, was there something wrong with his head?
Qi Ye shook his head and shook off the sand on his head. After thinking carefully, he gave Jiujiu an answer: "I don't know what my master's name is. I only know that he is very, very rich."
Jiujiu raised her eyebrows: "Very, very rich?"
What kind of description was this? There were so many rich people. How could she know how rich Qi Ye's master was?
Seeing Jiujiu's puzzled face, Qi Ye thought about it and added: "I heard people call my master Wan San."
Jiujiu exclaimed: "Your master is Wan San?"
As long as one was a businessman, there was no one who didn't know Wan San.
Wan San was the idol of all businessmen. Especially the porters who thought of Wan San as their god.
It was rumored that Wan San was only a beggar in the past. He relied on the taels of silver he picked up on the streets to make a fortune. In just thirty years, he went from a beggar with nothing to the richest man in the country.
Who would have thought that Qi Ye's master was the richest man in the country, Wan San?
Jiujiu took a deep look at Qi Ye and couldn't tell from his face that his master was Wan San.
Since Qi Ye's master was Wan San, then it was true that Qi Ye was sick. Jiujiu's attitude became serious: "What is the name of the person your master told you to find?"
Qi Ye blinked. "It's the name of a Chinese herb. I think it's Baiji."
"Baiji?" Jiujiu was stunned and asked again, "Are you sure her name is Baiji?"
Qi Ye nodded. "My master said that the person's name is Bai Ji. Do you know her?"
Jiujiu smiled bitterly.
How could she not know her? Baiji was her short-lived master. She spent her whole life saving people, but in the end, she died of depression.
She didn't expect that the person Qi Ye was looking for was her master.
Jiujiu looked at Qi Ye with a serious expression: "Why did your master ask you to find Baiji?"
"My master said that only Baiji can cure my illness. She said that as long as Baiji sees me, she will treat me." Feeling Jiujiu's mood, Qi Ye asked carefully: "Shopkeeper, do you know Doctor Baiji?"
"Yes." Jiujiu chuckled and looked at Qi Ye: "Baiji is my master."
"So, shopkeeper, you really do have medical skills." He had thought that Jiujiu was just making things up when she said that she could treat him. He didn't expect it to be true.
Jiujiu narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean by 'so I really do know medicine'?"
Qi Ye, who realized that he had spilled the beans, quickly covered his mouth and smiled awkwardly: "No, nothing."
"Nothing?" Jiujiu emphasized.
Under Jiujiu's pressure, Qi Ye turned into a shivering little chick. He curled up and whispered: "It's really, really nothing."
"Oh right, shopkeeper, when are you going to treat me? My master said that if I don't get treated soon, I will die." Seeing that he couldn't withstand Jiujiu's pressure, Qi Ye quickly changed the topic.
Jiujiu coldly glanced at Qi Ye and carefully took his pulse.
Since Wan San said that Qi Ye was sick, she naturally had to take a careful look at him and find out what illness he had.
Qi Ye's pulse was strong and didn't look like someone who was sick.
Since her left hand could not be detected, she switched to her right hand. She still could not detect her right hand. Jiujiu frowned.
Wan San wouldn't joke about Qi Ye's life. If he said that he was sick, then he was sick. But now, she couldn't find out what was wrong with Qi Ye after taking his pulse for a long time. This meant that Qi Ye's illness was more serious than she thought.
Often, an illness that couldn't be found was truly fatal.
Seeing Jiujiu's relaxed expression turn serious, Qi Ye couldn't help but become nervous. Seeing Jiujiu's hand on his neck, Qi Ye's Adam's apple moved up and down. He nervously asked: "Shopkeeper, is my illness very serious?"
Jiujiu nodded and continued to hold Qi Ye's neck.
However, even when she moved to the neck, Jiujiu still couldn't find out what illness Qi Ye had.
Jiujiu frowned and turned to go upstairs to take out a silver needle. She heavily pierced Qi Ye's finger.
Along with the removal of the needle, Qi Ye's finger was dyed red.
The venous blood, which should have been dark red, was now bright red.
Jiujiu lowered her head and swallowed the blood from Qi Ye's finger.
The blood that should have had a faint sweet and fishy taste actually had a bit of bitterness.
When Jiujiu held his finger, Qi Ye felt his cheeks heat up. When he felt Jiujiu's lips gently kiss his finger, his face was so red that it could scramble eggs.
Qi Ye lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Jiujiu. Because of this, he missed the trace of doubt in Jiujiu's eyes.
Letting go of Qi Ye's hand, Jiujiu said that she had something to do and went to Baiji's old room. She wanted to flip through the books that Baiji had left behind.
Although Baiji didn't teach Little Blossom too much, he left behind many medical books. However, Little Blossom couldn't help but think of Baiji after he passed away. Therefore, she didn't read the books that Baiji left behind.
After opening the dusty box, Jiujiu casually picked up a book and carefully read it.
The books that Baiji left behind talked about how to treat difficult and complicated diseases. They also talked about his views on some of the existing prescriptions. Most of the books were about his treatment methods for the blood poison.
In the last medical book, Jiujiu finally understood what the blood poison was.
Three hundred years ago, the Valley Master of the Medicine King Valley was infected with the blood poison in order to test medicine. He didn't expect the poison to be so strong that it could be passed to his descendants through the blood.
A person who was infected with the blood poison would be no different from a normal person before the age of thirty. However, once they passed the age of thirty, they would age faster. Before they reached forty, they would be no different from an eighty-year-old person.
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