Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan was suddenly assassinated. When his life was in danger, the source in his body suddenly activated the "emergency plan"...
Ma Xiaoquan snorted and asked: "Yuan, did you see who shot the cold arrow at me?"
Yuan shook his head: "I have been sleeping, how could I possibly see it!"
Ma Xiaoquan gave a bitter smile: "Well, it seems that even if I wake up, I have to find out... Yuan, you just said you wanted to save me, so can you only save half of it?
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"One and a half? Ma Xiaoquan, what do you mean?"
Ma Xiaoquan's mouth curled up: "I want to find out who shot me cold arrows. If you see that I am completely cured, I'm afraid the secret will be exposed... At this moment, I don't know if there is anyone around me...
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"Well, Ma Xiaoquan, what you said makes sense. Well, let's cure half of it. In this way, I will retain a lot of energy."
"Well Yuan, can you help me see if there is anyone around me now?"
Yuan nodded, closed his eyes gently, then opened his eyes and shook his head: "No."
"Is there anything outside the bedroom?"
"No."
"Okay, then I will return to consciousness now!"
"Um"
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"Uh" Ma Xiaoquan slowly opened his eyes and breathed out softly.
The penetrating wounds on the right lobe of the lung and the back have been healed, but the flesh wounds on the chest have not been healed. Ma Xiaoquan reached out and touched the wound on the chest, and immediately felt a burning sensation.
"Poisonous..." Ma Xiaoquan's heart wrinkled with anger. It seemed that even if he was not stabbed in the chest by a cold arrow, he would probably be poisoned to death.
It's just that... Ma Xiaoquan's body is filled with Qingyi's blood, which can be said to be invulnerable to all poisons. Qingyi was the seventh wife of the Ma family when Ma Xiaoquan was in the late Han Dynasty, and she was also the one who taught Ma Xiaoquan the language and writing of the Baiyi tribe. "Mother"
"..." Ma Xiaoquan slowly sat up and shouted loudly outside the bedroom.
Shui Ling'er and Miao Xiaomiao pushed open the door and were startled when they saw Ma Xiaoquan clutching his chest, and quickly stepped forward to help Ma Xiaoquan up.
"Brother Xiaoma...what's wrong with you? Are you injured?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and lied: "It's okay, it's a flesh wound. Shui'er, Xiaomiao, help me to the bed. By the way, bring me the cold arrow behind me. Be careful, the cold arrow is highly poisonous."
The two little girls did not continue to panic because Ma Xiaoquan was injured. Shui Ling'er helped Ma Xiaoquan to the bed, while Miao Xiaomiao cleverly pulled off the corner of his clothes, put it on his hand, and pulled off the cold arrow on the wall.
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Miao Xiaomiao held the cold arrow and brought it to Ma Xiaoquan for Ma Xiaoquan to take a look at. Ma Xiaoquan frowned as soon as he saw it.
The body of Leng Jian's arrow was black and shiny, and it looked like it was poisoned at first glance, while the wings and tail of Leng Jian were stained with some blood.
Ma Xiaoquan got closer and smelled it. Except for the arrow body, the arrow feathers had no irritating smell. It seemed that there was no quenching poison on the arrow feathers.
Ma Xiaoquan grabbed the feathers of the arrow, gently picked up Leng Jian, and said slowly: "Xiao Miao, go call the doctor!".
Miao Xiaomiao nodded, turned around and left the bedroom.
"Shui'er, go pour a basin of water for Brother Xiaoma"
"oh oh"
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Ma Xiaoquan took off his shirt, revealing his strong upper body. When Shui Ling'er poured the water over, Ma Xiaoquan picked up a palmful of water and poured it on his chest.
"Ah!" Shui Ling'er saw Ma Xiaoquan like this and couldn't help shouting, "Brother Xiaoma, what are you doing? You will get a fever if you do this!"
Ma Xiaoquan sighed and thought to himself, I just want to have a fever. If I don't have a fever, I won't be able to hide my identity.
"Shui'er, you don't understand. Brother Xiao Ma's chest is itchy and painful, so I just splashed water on it to make it feel better!"
Ma Xiaoquan didn't lie. Although he was immune to all poisons, the poison on that cold arrow would still cause him discomfort.
After burning incense, the doctor came.
The doctor first brought Leng Jian to his nose and smelled it, then sat next to Ma Xiaoquan and wiped Ma Xiaoquan's wound.
"The arrow is poisonous, Ma Xiaoquan, do you know who deliberately hurt you?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "I wish I knew, but fortunately I instinctively hid, it was just a flesh injury, and I also used a lot of water to clean the poisoned flesh."
The doctor nodded: "Well, you did the right thing, but even though it's just flesh, it looks like the injury is not serious. Ma Xiaoquan, please be patient and I'll help you clean the inside of the wound."
The doctor pulled Ma Xiaoquan's wrist roughly and pulled hard. Ma Xiaoquan suddenly felt a sharp pain in the wound on his chest.
"Huh?" Looking at the doctor's eyes, Ma Xiaoquan suddenly felt that something was wrong. He quickly grabbed the doctor's wrist and asked, "Doctor, is my injury serious?"
The doctor seemed a little nervous. He glanced at Ma Xiaoquan first and then said: "Yes... it's a bit serious..."
Ma Xiaoquan narrowed his eyes and grabbed the doctor's right hand: "Tell me, who sent you?"
The doctor was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes turned sinister.
"Poof!" The doctor's mouth bulged, and he spit out a thin needle from his mouth and attacked Ma Xiaofeng's door.
Ma Xiaoquan was on guard, he quickly lay down and kicked the doctor hard on the waist.
The waist is a relatively fragile part of the body, and it is not that easy to practice. Ma Xiaoquan's kick directly knocked the doctor away.
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Ma Xiaoquan punched the opponent directly in front of him.
The doctor was good at martial arts and his reaction was quick enough. Although he felt uncomfortable, he still instinctively raised his hands and blocked Ma Xiaoquan's heavy punch.
Ma Xiaoquan was also extremely uncomfortable. Although his lungs were healed and repaired, the flesh wounds on his chest were really painful.
At this time... Shui Ling'er and Miao Xiaomiao, who were stunned, finally came to their senses. Seeing that the other party was not kind, the two girls joined the battle.
The doctor was good at martial arts, but he was kicked by Ma Xiaoquan and could not recover. With the addition of Shui Ling'er and Miao Xiaomiao, the winner was immediately decided.
"Kaka" Ma Xiaoquan endured the pain in his chest and clasped the opponent's shoulders hard.
"Ah" the doctor's shoulders hurt and he couldn't help shouting.
"Shui'er, Xiaomiao, call someone!"
"oh!"
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Ma Xiaoquan tore his clothes with one foot, wrapped around the wound on his chest, stepped on the wolf's neck with one foot, and asked, "Tell me, who sent you here?"
The doctor rolled his eyes and suddenly started crying, crying and shouting that he was wronged.
Ma Xiaoquan snorted coldly and said: "There are not many doctors who know martial arts, and there are not many doctors who can block my punch. To be honest, who sent you here...
"Ma Xiaoquan said, stepping on the doctor's foot a little harder.