Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

Xiaoli said, he took out a few small bottles from his almighty backpack, looked around, found one of them, and shook out a red pill from it, holding it in his little hand, he stuffed it into the mouth of the man on the bed.

The pill melted in his mouth and he didn't need to swallow it.

Seeing that the man had taken the medicine, his expression slowly relaxed. Xiaoli put the bottle back, moved a stool over and sat in front of the soft couch.

"You're awake?" Liu Xiaoli leaned his head over a little.

Seeing that the man was still a little confused, Xiaoli reached out and caressed his head, and then pulled his eyelids apart to look at him, then nodded: "It's the past, you don't feel any pain anymore, right?"

Yan Pei didn't say anything. His throat was dry and dry, and every time he had a disease, he would be unable to speak for a while.

"Does it still hurt?" Liu Xiaoli scratched his head and thought that it was somewhat unreasonable. "The pill I fed you is a red blood pill. Although it is unable to cure the poison in your bone marrow, it is still a good medicine to relieve pain.

He muttered to himself, then took out his medicine bottle, shook one out and sniffed. After confirming that the medicine was not broken, and the effects of the medicine were not over, he looked at Yan Pei again: "Is it really painful?"

"No, it doesn't." The man's voice was still cold, but it carried a hint of a heavy lament.

Liu Xiaoli heaved a sigh of relief, and then saw that there was a small medicine pouch on the side, he casually grabbed it: "Is this the medicine that you usually eat? I didn't see it just now. "

As he spoke, he opened the bag.

However, when he saw the pill inside, he frowned. "What is this?"

Xiaoli took a whiff: "Ginseng, deer antler, Agarwood, Gypsum, Silver Flower, Jujube … "What is this ah, it is all to replenish one's vital energy and blood, but it cannot stop even the slightest bit of pain. Moreover, with your body, eating all this is useless, and the pain from the Pith of Bitterness is not from your organs but from your bones, so what is the use of these things."

As he spoke, he casually threw away the bag with a look of disdain on his face.

Yan Pei saw that the bag that Yuwen Yao brought was thrown far away from him, without saying a word, he adjusted his voice and asked: "Didn't you leave already?"

"Hmph, your friend is looking for me, I'll come in and hide." As Liu Xiaoli said this, he jumped up again and said: "I just saved you once, you can't sell me out. That red blood pill wasn't made by me, it was made by my father, and it's extremely effective.

On Yan Pei's face that had been sealed in ice all year round, there was no expression. He only looked at him and asked seriously: "What is the poison of the Bitter Marrow?"

Actually, he still wanted to know.

Liu Xiaoli sat on the stool and thought that this disease was quite pleasing to the eye. Without saying anything, he only recalled saying: "The poison of the Bitter Marrow must not be affected by the illness, must not be affected by it, must not be affected by anything, must not be happy, must not be sad, must not be cold, must not be impatient, must not get tired, must not be tired, must not work, and must not fish or water. "My father said that if it wasn't for the young master's orders, I wouldn't dare to be infected by this poison."

The more Yan Pei heard, the heavier his tone became. After a while, he laughed bitterly, "That's right, to not be able to accept it …"

Liu Xiaoli asked: "Are you young master?"

Yan Pei rarely answered: "Yes."

"Then why can't you cure it?" Liu Xiaoli did not understand: "This poison is so tormenting, and you've been poisoned for more than ten years, why can't you treat it? You are a young master, your family should have the money to treat you. "

"Treatment?" Yan Pei seemed to have thought of something, and the coldness in his eyes became even deeper: "I have treated her for fifteen years and have not been able to be treated until now."

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoli was surprised, "She was treated for fifteen years? That long? "

Then, he thought of something and said in a serious tone, "You were tricked, you must have been tricked, my dad said that there are some teachers in the martial arts world who have no medical ethics, they used expensive medicine to delay the time, but just didn't give you the cure, it was just to scam you, you must have been scammed, you want to change doctors."

Yan Pei looked at him, "More than ten."

"He couldn't even treat a dozen of them?"

"Right."

Liu Xiaoli scratched his head and thought for a moment, then said: "They are definitely in the same group."

Yan Pei laughed until he reached his chest, but was promptly stopped by him. He could not laugh because of his illness, "It really can't be treated."

"Who said that?" Liu Xiaoli opened her eyes wide: "Although the Bitter Marrow Poison is one of the more unorthodox poisons, it should be able to be treated, and even if it is not, there is always a way to alleviate the pain. I'll go back and ask my father, my father definitely knows, that my father is extremely powerful."

Yan Pei wanted to say that he no longer needed to, he had been a person who wanted to die. In the past decade, he still carried some hope, but in the end, every time he wished to become more desperate, he would no longer hold any illusions. Now, even if someone brought a Celestial Pellet up in front of him, he would not be able to raise his interest at all.

Anyone who didn't want to live would have a wish that was far away in the horizon. There was no need to be nostalgic. It would be better to give up on that desire and let it go.

Liu Xiaoli saw that his face was filled with death Qi, and took out the bottle of Red Blood Pill from his backpack, and gave it to him: "There are still three pills inside, take them.

Yan Pei stared at the bottle, feeling a bit tempted.

Not for the sake of living, but to lessen the pain.

"I'll give you the silver." Yan Pei said as he stood up to get the gold and silver box.

Liu Xiaoli stopped him, "Forget it, a few hundred silver, I am not greedy for it. If I wanted to make money by relying on medicine, my father would have become as rich as a kingdom long ago. We do not sell our medicine, and only give it to those who need it to use when the time comes."

His mother often said that taking care of the world was not a simple word. To treat someone who had lost their life was an act of virtue. To treat someone who was rich and heartless was the right thing to do.

Liu Xiaoli felt that the person in front of him had not been tied up for tens of thousands of times, nor did he have the spirit to be heartless. Furthermore, he was someone who was about to lose his life force, thus he could send the medicine.

Yan Pei did not speak, but stared fixedly at the child in front of him.

He couldn't help but picture the father of this child in his mind. He must be an elder with a gentle smile and a kind heart.

"Please help me. Thank you, your father."

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