Zhuchen sat up and didn't say hello directly, but listened quietly for a while.

The patient in the next bed kept cursing after he lay down. He didn't stop. But if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't understand what he was cursing.

This posture was a bit familiar, and Zhuchen subconsciously thought that the demon cultivators were taking advantage of their illness to miss work. He then propped up his weak body, walked forward, and raised the curtain to expose the true face of these lazy people.

The other party followed the movement and turned around, meeting her face to face. He had a short black beard and a slightly oily face.

...It turned out to be an unknown middle-aged man, lying on the bed with his butt sticking out in a somewhat indecent posture.

When he saw Zhuchen, as if he didn't understand anymore, he pulled up the quilt, opened his mouth and was about to scream.

Zhuchen hurriedly put down his hand and said comfortingly through the curtain: "Don't scream, don't scream. You are a big man and you have nothing to do with you. Are you still afraid of being seen? How embarrassing will it be to outsiders?"

The other party shouted angrily: "Who are you? Why are you here!"

Zhuchen said apologetically: "I am also a patient, and I happen to live here. I thought you were my friend, so I came here to make a joke. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

The man gasped twice and calmed down. He remembered that this was a hospital and it was normal to have other patients.

Such a simple place, with a curtain in the middle to separate it, is already sufficient, so it's hard to ask for too much. What's more, the person who was disturbed just now was just a harmless-looking little girl.

He hummed twice, and judging by the sound, he probably lay down again.

Zhuchen saw that nothing happened, so she tiptoed to walk back. As soon as she raised her feet, the monk opposite took the initiative to talk to her.

"What brings you here?"

Zhuchen: "It's just a minor illness. I'll be fine after I lie down for a while."

The monk seemed to know something, his voice became higher, and he asked: "You didn't eat something bad, did you?"

Zhuchen's mind was still filled with the man's posture of sticking his butt out, so he twitched the corner of his mouth and retorted: "It's nothing."

Unexpectedly, her hesitation gave the other party room to take advantage of the opportunity: "You must be the same, but they didn't dare to tell you, so they found a specific cause for you to use as excuse. Let me tell you, Chaowen didn't know it was a person.

What kind of ghost place,

I was just passing by here to take a look, and then I started to get sick. First I had a headache and then abdominal pain, which almost killed me. I went out to do errands twice and ran into this damn place. I don’t know what happened.

Big bad luck!"

Zhuchen said: "Then you go!"

"Take care of me now... Oh, I'll leave right away. Who wants to stay in such a barren and backward place?"

The monk opposite couldn't stop once he opened his mouth, his desire to talk burst out, and he caught Zhuchen talking non-stop like his best friend.

"There is an extreme shortage of materials here. All fruits and vegetables are shipped from other sects. How can the ingredients that have been stored for a long time be fresh? The skills of several cooks cannot be put on the table, even in the taverns that can be seen everywhere in the sects.

, the dishes made here are better than those here.

A thousand times more! I'm not talking nonsense. I had a meal while resting nearby. It is said that it is the best restaurant in Chaowen. The dishes that were served were bland and tasteless, and also had an unpleasant smell.

It smells earthy. Hehe, I can’t even handle the ingredients well. What if I can cook a good dish?”

Zhuchen listened to him talking non-stop, all slandering Chaowen, and the anger in his chest gradually increased.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, enduring the pain of calluses on her ears, and warned herself to hold her breath. The other party was weak, and if he was accidentally beaten to death, it would be bad, and he would have to pay compensation.

She thought that it would be over if she endured it, but the monk did not understand her painstaking efforts and continued: "Have you ever seen cabbages grown in pots? And those wheat plants. Planting vegetables is like growing flowers, it's really

It’s ridiculous, I don’t know what they think.”

"I'm afraid the people here have never seen much of the world, and they came to me to brag when I was eating. I saved face for them and didn't explain it clearly to them face to face. I'm afraid they will never know the word "Qionglou Yuyu" for the rest of their lives.

What does it mean?”

Zhuchen raised his eyebrows and said in a strange tone: "What? Have you seen it really?"

"Of course I have seen it!" Whenever the monk recalled this scene, he was shocked in his heart. "You have never been to Pu Feng Mountain, right? The number one sect in the world. Especially the palace where the master of sword cultivation, Feng Buye, lives.

It was opened on the top of Xianjun Mountain. In the early morning, the mountain was shrouded in mist. When the sun came out, every inch of the palace made of gold and jade began to reflect sunlight, and the gorgeous light projected layers of rainbows in the city..."

Zhuchen listened to his wonderful description and wondered if it was a world in another dimension. He couldn't help but interrupt: "There is no use for Qiong or jade. There are many magic weapons in Feng Buye's house, but he is not extravagant or wasteful."

The family wealth has been taken away and squandered by the disciples. What you see is just an ordinary spiritual formation. There will be a stream of light when it is activated, plus Feng Shui..."

"Young fellow Taoist, you don't understand!" the monk cut her off excitedly, "Where did you hear the rumors? That's right, you haven't seen the big world, have you? Let me tell you, the prosperity of the largest sect in the world is not something you can achieve.

It's imaginable! I heard it with my own ears that day, as the rain fell on the eaves of Daojun's palace, and the whole city was filled with the sound of a mysterious musical instrument. If it were not built of jade, how could there be such a natural sound?

?!"

She never expected that one day someone would come and tell her what the place where she had lived for more than ten years was like.

Zhuchen leaned against the bedside and secretly wrote down in his mind:

You must add a sound insulation function. If the cost is not enough to build a wall and make it a separate ward, then find a useful technique to block it in the middle. Otherwise, it will easily cause secondary damage.

If that doesn't work, leave a complete set of crime tools to make it easier for people to shut up.

When the monk got excited, he felt pain in his abdomen, and his body twitched violently, bowing like a cooked shrimp. Even so, he was still restless, and complained to Zhuchen naggingly: "In the big sect, even

Stray cats and dogs are very rare, and some of them are neatly groomed and beautiful. But in Chaowen, black chicks can run around all over the place. I'm afraid they are deliberately kept to deter outsiders. I don't know if there are any.

How dirty!"

Zhuchen didn't know the situation on his side through the curtain, so he said angrily: "Black chicks love to be clean. And the only one who can run around in the city is Atu. The others are only responsible for pulling people in. They don't go into the main city area."

Stop it. You are full of slander!"

"How can you clean such thick feathers? Every piece of feathers falls, and there is a lot of dirt on it." The monk covered his stomach, and his voice was a little incoherent, "I am not slandering, but I beat Chao Wen.

I have abdominal pain all the time after eating

It's unbearable. There must be something dirty in the meal in the restaurant. It's also my fault for being greedy. Speaking of which, are there any doctors in Chaowen? They're not so poor that they don't even have a doctor, are they? I've been waiting for so long

It's been so long, why hasn't the doctor come over to take a look?"

If there is a problem with Chaowen's food safety, then even if Zhuchen lifts the coffin board, he still has to get up and shout in a rotten voice: You damn fart!

She quickly climbed out of bed and strode over. Unable to control her strength, she tore off the entire thick curtain. With a fierce look on her face, she glared at the monk and asked in a sinister tone: "Do you know who I am?"

?”

The monk was sweating coldly in pain. He squinted his eyes and looked up at her. Her condescending eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable. At this time, he couldn't think too much and asked softly: "Who are you?"

Seeing his miserable state, Zhuchen was stunned, thinking that eating bad food wouldn't be so serious, and then asked: "Then do you know who the leader of Chaowen is?"

"I know." The monk exhaled a few breaths hard, and did not forget to have the right evidence. "Even if they come from Pu Fengshan, it does not mean that this place can be compared with Pu Fengshan. Dao Lord is busy every day and can't take care of the official affairs here. Is it strange?"

This bully is quite persistent.

"This damn place must be in conflict with me." He said as he stretched out his hand to catch Zhuchen, but Zhuchen moved away.

The monk's eyes were blurred. When he was about to die, he became more and more convinced of the cause of his death. He felt that he would never die with his eyes closed. He asked: "If I die, please tell my disciples for me. When passing by Chaowen, don't come in. If you come in, don't come in."

Don’t eat. If you feel sick, walk farther away and see the doctor. There is no doctor..."

"No doctor!"

Zhuchen saw that he didn't seem to be faking it. He rolled his eyes in pain and was about to faint. At the moment, he was more depressed than angry. He turned around and shouted: "Senior brother! Senior brother is out to receive guests! Where is senior brother?!"

The nurse ran in following the sound and replied: "Taoist Master Huai Xie went to collect medicine for the master in person, and he hasn't come back yet."

Zhuchen said: "What about Uncle Demon? Call him over quickly, someone is going to die."

"I don't know where he is. He's not setting up a stall in his original position." The nurse glanced at the person on the hospital bed and noticed something was wrong. She said hurriedly, "The doctor at Yu Yuan just looked at him and said he's fine."

"Where is the doctor?" The monk stretched out his hand to ask for help and said tremblingly, "That old man with dim eyesight? Does he know how to treat the monk?"

How could the little girl know? She hesitated and said, "Shall I bring you a basin? The old doctor said you just had diarrhea."

The monk said angrily: "No!"

In the morning, I saw that his lips were turning blue, and there was a faint black air spreading upward on his neck. It was indeed not something that could be explained by food poisoning.

There was nothing she could do. [Ruoshui] could not cure the emergency and give him pain relief, but it might delay the doctor's observation of the condition. Without hesitation, she hurriedly commanded: "Go call Liao Lioyun and ask her to help find the big devil."

The nurse responded hurriedly: "Okay!"

The devil will come soon.

He lifted up the hanging cloth at the door, glanced at the bed, and said, "You're about to die."

When the monk heard this, he shed tears and closed his eyes in despair.

He knew that a place as small as Chaowen was the place where he could claim his life, and there were no doctors there.

Zhuchen was surprised: "Is this really bad? Is it because of some emergency or because of the morning news?"

The monk insisted in a breathy voice: "In the past few days, I have only had one meal in Chaowen. Only in Chaowen..."

The big demon walked up to him, pressed the meridians on his neck, shook his head and said: "He has been poisoned for many years. The spiritual fruit in Chaowen can detoxify some of the poison, but it caused his spiritual energy to be disordered and the poison was released in advance.

"

The monk's body was shaken and he opened his mouth a crack: "Ah?"

"It's none of Chaowen's business, right?" Zhuchen reacted, grabbed the monk's shoulder and shouted, "It's none of Chaowen's business, don't die here!"

The monk suddenly gained a burst of strength, raised his body, stared at the big demon, gritted his teeth and asked: "What kind of poison?"

The big devil thought for a moment and replied: "You monks should call it 'half-fallen sky'? The poisoned person will not show much change on weekdays, but the taste will become bland, the temper will be bad, and it will be easy to be suspicious. Before the poison is released,

Ordinary medical treatments cannot diagnose it, so it is common to use it for poisoning."

"This poison turns out to be Youjing grass..."

The monk seemed to know something, his pupils couldn't help trembling, shock, despair, and pain flashed through his eyes one after another, and finally turned into a long sigh, and the whole person collapsed weakly.

When Zhuchen saw that the person had lost his struggle and was motionless, he nervously asked: "Dead?"

The devil said: "Still alive."

The monk grieves.

There is no difference from death.

The poison doesn't seem to be very toxic, but once the poison takes hold, even the medical practitioners of the Hengbei Sect may not be able to save it. Let alone a small place like Chaowen?

Zhuchen poked him: "Is there any hope?"
Chapter completed!