"You don't have to worry about losing money to repair the wall, I'm responsible!"
Li Mengxue's voice was very urgent, and accompanied by a rapid gasp, her eyes were always on Huangfu Qingyue. It was obvious that she only cared about Huangfu Qingyue's injuries, such as purgatory, wall construction, etc., which had been left behind by her.
Because she was too nervous about Huangfu Qingyue's injuries and jogging all the way, her breathing became rapid.
Yang Jian looked at Li Mengxue, a little helpless.
In fact, he wanted to say that he didn't care about the little money that built the walls at all. He was just too lazy to deal with such troublesome things. Unexpectedly, Li Mengxue would misunderstand his meaning. However, it was a bit troublesome to explain this kind of thing, so Yang Jian was too lazy to explain.
Moreover, the most important thing now is to heal Huangfu Qingyue's injuries.
During the conversation, Yang Jian had already brought Huangfu Qingyue home.
He put Huangfu Qingyue on the bed and then found several doses of medicinal materials from the box brought by Yang Zhenhai.
Unlike the last time he refined antidote for Yang Zhenhai, in addition to the last time the small tripod, Yang Jian also took out something similar to a filter. After boiling the medicinal materials with the small tripod, Yang Jian filtered the medicinal liquid and boiled it again.
As time passes slowly, the water in the small cauldron evaporates dry quickly and the medicinal liquid gradually becomes thicker.
If there was a little smell of medicine when I stayed up late at the beginning, then the smell would be very bad until the concentration of the current one.
Li Mengxue frowned and covered her nose and said, "Yang Jian, is this thing really effective? Why don't you send Sister Qingyue to the hospital?"
There was still flames rising in Yang Jian's palm, which should be a very strange scene in Li Mengxue's opinion. But she had no intention of being surprised at all, just worried that Yang Jian's medicine could cure Huangfu Qingyue's injury, which shows Huangfu Qingyue's position in her heart.
If she didn't explain it to her, I'm afraid she wouldn't let Huangfu Qingyue take medicine.
Yang Jian took the opportunity to boil medicine and said, "Of course you can send it to the hospital, but have you ever thought about the consequences? You are the famous beauty of heaven. I don't know how many people are staring at you in secret. If you take Huangfu Qingyue to the hospital, you will be in the news immediately."
Yang Jian knew very well what this kind of thing meant to Li Mengxue.
Once the news of people like her accompanying Huangfu Qingyue to the hospital will definitely attract the attention of all parties. Even if she uses the power in her hands to stop most reporters, it will be difficult for her to stop people from various major families.
By that time, Huangfu Qingyue would not have to rest with peace of mind.
Li Mengxue paused, looking embarrassed.
At this moment, Huangfu Qingyue gently pulled Li Mengxue's sleeve and said tiredly: "Mr. Li, believe him, he has no reason to harm us. Moreover, if you think about what happened to Yang Jian recently, his ability has far exceeded our imagination."
Since even Huangfu Qingyue said this, Li Mengxue naturally had no reason to refuse.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Anyway, even Sister Qingyue believes in you, just treat her."
While making the decision, Li Mengxue explained apologetically: "I believe you will not hurt us, but this kind of thing is related to Sister Qingyue's health. I have to be careful and hope you can understand."
"If you can understand, you will be confused if you care."
Yang Jian smiled slightly, and gently wiped the medicine liquid on Huangfu Qingyue's wound.
No, strictly speaking, these can no longer be considered medicinal liquid. After so long refining, the original medicinal liquid has become extremely sticky, and these should be considered ointments. When the ointment is placed in the small cauldron, the smell of medicinal emitted made Li Mengxue frown.
Now wiping Huangfu Qingyue's body, Li Mengxue immediately covered her nose and retreated.
She almost retreated to the gate before she smiled and said, "Sister Qingyue, I'm sorry..."
As a medicine person, Huangfu Qingyue naturally felt more deeply.
She had a bitter face, closed her eyes and did not dare to look at it. At the same time, she held her breath and answered Li Mengxue: "Mr. Li, do your own thing, don't delay the main business for me. With Yang Jian here, my little injury is nothing."
"All right."
After confirming that Huangfu Qingyue was fine, Li Mengxue probably wanted to leave long ago.
When Huangfu Qingyue said this, she immediately followed the steps: "When you were fighting with the purgatory people just now, my other bodyguards had already gone to find helpers. It should be almost time, so I'll wait a little longer. By the way, what does it feel like to apply those ointments to you?"
Huangfu Qingyue should be very uncomfortable when she holds her breath.
She first raised her head and took a deep breath, then said, "It feels so cool, a bit like mint. After the ointment is wiped off, my wound will no longer hurt. It is indeed a good medicine, but the smell of the medicine is really uncomfortable."
Yang Jian listened to the conversation between the two girls, and felt a hilarious impulse and a sense of prank success.
In fact, with Yang Jian's ability, it is naturally not difficult to cover up the smell of medicine. He did not do this, because he was a little hurry when he was refining the healing medicine and couldn't remember it for a while; the other was that he could not imagine that the two girls were so resistant to the smell of medicine; as for the third reason, it was purely a prank.
At this moment, the door behind Li Mengxue was knocked, and the knocking sound was very rhythmic.
It can be judged from the knock on the door that the person who came was not malicious.
Li Mengxue, standing by the gate, took advantage of the situation to open the gate.
Yang Jian looked back and saw several men in casual clothes standing outside the gate, covered in tattoos and other things, and holding cigarettes in his mouth, posing as if he was the best in the world. Just looking at this appearance, Yang Jian suddenly connected them with the gangsters.
However, Yang Jian did not react much.
Because when Li Mengxue saw these "gangsters", she obviously showed a sigh of relief on her face, and these should be her bodyguards.
Sure enough, Li Mengxue greeted Yang Jian and Huangfu Qingyue and followed the bodyguards.
Yang Jian couldn't help but mutter: "I have lived for so many years, but I have never seen a bodyguard dressed like this. I'm old."
Huangfu Qingyue couldn't help laughing and said, "They dressed up on purpose. Mr. Li doesn't like being followed by a lot of people when he goes out. At least on the surface, she can't do without bodyguards, so she has to let the bodyguards disguise themselves as such."
Of course, Yang Jian could see this. He just sighed at this ever-changing world.
He was not interested in talking about such things with Huangfu Qingyue, and changed the topic and said: "Huangfu Qingyue, do you know where the headquarters of Purgatory is? These clowns are getting more and more troublesome. I want to find some time to bring them a bunch of people."
"have no idea."
Huangfu Qingyue's answer was completely beyond Yang Jian's expectations. Yang Jian stared at Huangfu Qingyue with wide eyes, very doubting whether she was lying.