Su Zhao felt that his time was running out, and there seemed to be something extra in his body. Because the spiritual power in his body was restrained, Su Zhao was unable to detect what was in his body.
It's just that these days, he has been used as lamp oil by Sun Weiwei, who keeps sucking it. Sun Weiwei also got Su Zhao a tonic ginseng, but Su Zhao didn't have much effect after taking it, his body began to age, and he couldn't afford to get sick.
, which made Sun Weiwei feel a little unhappy.
"What's going on? I'm obviously stuck on the measurement, why are you still like this!" Sun Weiwei said angrily.
Su Zhao kept coughing and said, "Let me go, I really can't hold it anymore."
Sun Weiwei sneered: "No, the blood in your body is a great tonic for me, how can I let you go. You have to hold on, I will ask a doctor to help you see a doctor."
Sun Weiwei said and turned around to leave and went outside. Half a day later, Sun Weiwei grabbed an old man and walked in.
When the old man saw Su Zhao's appearance, he immediately understood something. He frowned slightly and said, "Let me try."
Sun Weiwei said: "If you can't save him, just die with him."
When the old man heard this, his face turned pale with fright. This banshee really knew how to kill people. He had practiced medicine all his life and always did good deeds. Why did he end up like this?
The old man could only nod his head and put his hand on Su Zhao's pulse. He felt Su Zhao's pulse and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I still have a pulse, so I won't die immediately!"
The old man looked at Su Zhao's forehead and his eyes.
She stood up and said to Sun Weiwei: "This old brother has insufficient energy and blood, plus he has suffered from wind and cold. I will prescribe him some medicine and let him rest for a few more days. There will be no big problem!"
Sun Weiwei frowned slightly, nodded and said: "Okay, you prescribe the medicine and I will catch him. You have been here with him recently. Unless he dies, you will die. If he dies, you know your fate!"
The old man was so frightened that he nodded quickly and said, "I know better, Fairy Mother, please spare my life."
Sun Weiwei left with a cold face and went to grab medicine for Su Zhao.
The old man sat beside Su Zhao's bed and sighed: "Brother, I really can't help you. Your life is only a month at most. I can't save you. Alas, my life is also over."
"Old man, I am not your old brother." Su Zhao said weakly.
When the old man saw that Su Zhao could still speak, he said in surprise: "You can still speak. It seems that you can last two months. How did you get captured by this monster?"
Su Zhao said: "I am a young man, and I became like this after being sucked by her. Old man, if you are kind-hearted, please save me."
The old man sighed and said: "Your body is depleted of energy and blood, and your Yang pulse is weak. You have reached the end of your life. I want to save you, but there is nothing I can do. I'm really sorry, I can't save you!"
When the old man heard that Su Zhao was actually a young man, he felt even more uncomfortable and uneasy. If he fell into the hands of such a demon, he would not be able to save himself even if he did good deeds throughout his life.
"Oh, why is my life so miserable..." the old man said, "I have done good deeds throughout my life and saved countless people, and I rarely charge medical fees. My senior brother is now rich, but I am two.
A tile-roofed house, now even more so in old age, has ended up with such a miserable outcome."
Su Zhao said: "Old man, don't worry, good people will eventually be rewarded. It's not that they won't be rewarded, it's just that the time has not yet come."
"Oh, but when I die, even if this good reward comes, what use will it be to me? I also want to live, but unfortunately, I can't defeat that monster, and I don't dare to fight it. I can only stay with you.
Dead." The old man said.
Su Zhao said: "I can ask her to let you go, and I won't let you lose your life here."
The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Hey, you don't understand. This monster likes to eat people. There were three doctors who came with me just now, but two of them were dragged away by the monster because they were young and handsome."
Su Zhao was also a little silent after hearing this. Because the painted-skinned demon had not devoured his yang energy recently, he might not be able to bear it anymore and started thinking of other people. At noon, Sun Weiwei came back, took the herbs and threw them to the old man, asking him to go.
Boil medicine.
After the medicine was boiled, Su Zhao took the medicine and felt that his body had some strength. He said to the old man: "Thank you very much, old man."
"Huh? You can speak now. It seems that your medical skills are good." Sun Weiwei looked at the old man and said.
The old man could only smile awkwardly. Whether Su Zhao could speak or not was not because he wanted to speak, it had nothing to do with him.
"You have a good rest and let this old man follow you. If you need anything, if you feel uncomfortable, let him treat you. If it can't be cured, I will kill him." Sun Weiwei said aloud, completely.
Intimidating the old doctor.
The old man lowered his head in fear, cowering and not daring to move.
It wasn't until Sun Weiwei left that the old man slumped down on the edge of the bed. He looked at Su Zhao and said, "Why is this monster so kind to you?"
Su Zhao said: "She is not kind to me, she wants to treat me like a leek and keep sucking my yang energy!"
The old man said: "If you die, will they harm your body?"
Su Zhaodao: "I don't know, probably not."
The old man thought for a while, looked at Su Zhao, and his eyes lit up: "I have a way to save you, but I really can't help you with your life. You are already terminally ill, and it is difficult to cure it with medicine and stone. I am afraid that only an immortal master can do it."
I will save your life." Junqu Pavilion
Su Zhao thought for a while and said: "It doesn't matter, I don't need much help. If you die, you will die. Everyone will die. As for saving me, forget it. My body is useless if I get out. It's better to stay here
Here, there is still a demon waiting for you. Everywhere you die, there is no way to escape."
The old man nodded and said: "You are right. Some people die, some die, some live. Some laugh, some cry. This is life. If you can become an immortal, that will be a wonderful future!"
Su Zhao smiled and said: "Old man, do you still want to become an immortal?"
The old man said: "Who in this world doesn't want to become an immortal. But becoming an immortal is too difficult, and you have to go through tribulations. I have no chance!"
Su Zhao said: "Forget it, let's talk about becoming an immortal later. If you want to eat something, I'll ask the servant at the door to prepare it for you."
The old man was suddenly startled. He looked back and saw that there was no one at the door.
Su Zhao called out: "Xiaolan."
A figure walked out of the shadows, and the old man suddenly felt his body stiffen. This demon's servant was actually hiding in the shadows. His vision was so bad that he really didn't see it.
After saying so many bad things about the monster, this servant shouldn't go back and report it.
Su Zhao saw the old man's worry and said with a smile: "Don't worry, she is a wooden person. She only follows orders and doesn't understand anything else."
"That's good, that's good." The old man said with a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this servant would not complain randomly. If he really went to complain to the demon, wouldn't he be one step ahead of Su Zhao?
The old man wanted to help Su Zhao, but Su Zhao's condition did not allow his help to be of much use.
After a few more days, Su Zhao, who was taken care of by the old man, was doing very well. At least his complexion became rosy, which made people feel good.
Su Zhao's palms became very old and shriveled. He looked at his hands and asked the old man: "Old man, can you help me find a mirror? I have become so miserable and I don't know what I look like."
The old man said: "I have it in my hand."
As the old man spoke, he took out a bronze mirror from his arms and placed it in front of Su Zhao.
Su Zhao saw his old appearance from the bronze mirror. He could no longer see that he was young and handsome. His face was full of wrinkles and his hair was gray. He was so old that he could be this old man's brother.
"Almost." Su Zhao said slowly, "Thank you, take it back."
The old man put the mirror back into his arms and said with a smile: "This mirror was given to me by my mother. She said that I might be in danger when I go out to practice medicine. Hold this mirror and tell me not to forget her."
, remember that no matter how long it takes, you have to go home. Unfortunately, I won't be able to fulfill her words this time."
Su Zhao was silent for a moment, and then said after a moment: "Don't worry, it will get better."
Life is everything. Death is all disillusionment. Aging is all life is close to death. Disease is all close to old age.
Su Zhao had a special feeling at this moment. He had already experienced old age and illness. This feeling was inescapable. Only the final death was waiting for Su Zhao at the end.
When the door opened, the old man was so frightened that he immediately hid aside.
Sun Weiwei glanced at the old man with a sneer, then walked to Su Zhao's side and said, "I think you look good, you should be able to hold on today."
Before Su Zhao could refuse, Sun Weiwei hastily pressed her hand on Su Zhao's chest and began to swallow the yang energy in Su Zhao's body.
The old man looked dumbfounded, his body was trembling, and he was so frightened that he hid in the corner.
He was frightened and uneasy. Even a young and strong man could not withstand the way the female monster sucked people's yang energy for a few days.
Su Zhao coughed lightly, looked at Sun Weiwei helplessly and said, "You'd better suck me to death, why bother?"
Sun Weiwei let go of her palms, her face was rosy, and she said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Lang, I won't let you die easily. Old man, keep an eye on him. If he dies, I will be the first to kill him."
Your life!"
Sun Weiwei turned around and left. The old man looked miserable and complained, "God, why are you doing this to me?"
The old man is a doctor, and he knows something about his normal life span. He is only seventy-three years old this year, and he can live to at least ninety, but he was strangled by a female demon.
Su Zhao said: "Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt, let alone be buried with you."
Su Zhao thought that at the last moment, he would end his own life, restore his true body, and save this unfortunate old man.